A silent hill Squee crossover- Don't own. Don't sue.
Flames, fire, it burns.
So much pain and I deserved it. I deserved it all. I had done…so much. No one would ever forgive me. No one could ever forgive me. My own parents turned away from me and I could find no fault with them for this. It was always me. I ruined everything, and I couldn't fix it.
I could only break. I could only ruin.
Mama told me so.
Such heat. It felt like the inside of my head had been burnt or roasting in the oven. The oven where Mama had always made delicious food and never allowed me any. It's fine anyway. I didn't deserve any of it. It was always for them.
I wept. I wept unworthy tears that did not grace my face. The heat had taken all my tears. The heat had taken everything. Everything I had left to give. I deserved it.
Everything was gone. Everything but myself and my rotting, burning sin.
And I deserved it all.
"Who is that, Pepito?" A small finger extended in a point.
"Just another one of the Damned. This one, more so than most. And by her own hand." The Antichrist turned his horned head away from the woman and back to his mortal companion. "But never mind that, let us continue Squee. The Taco Hell has a half price deal on Chimichangas today."
And so Todd "Squee" Casil and the Son of Satan walk on through Hell and left Angela Orsco alone, crying on the stairs.