Part One

Chapter One

La morte di un Fratello

"Probably me," I replied for Gary, not being able to resist the temptation as I walked into the people filled room with Nina. Out of all the things I had expected tonight, it wasn't that I would find Sam and traitor demons here at Nina's prayer meeting. Sorry Nina, but if it's between you and I in bed, or dad having my back again, I pick dad.

Sam turned his head away from the red head that apparently was Gary and looked at me dumbfound. "Morgan?" he stuttered, obviously confused.

"You should be really proud of yourself, Sam. You gave me some good advice," I told him, smiling in spite of myself. "I mean, I have a goal now. Oh, not to mention," I continued as I pulled the small pistol out of the back of my jeans and pointed it at Sam's head. "I found my killer instanced," I said happily.

I saw Nina's surprised face from the right corner of my eye. "Where'd you get a gun?" she asked.

"Oh, I'm always strapped, honey," I said, seeing Sam's face go pale with terror.

He put his hand up, as if he was preparing to put it over his face in a split second. "Morgan, what are you doing?"

"I'm taking your advice," I answered. "I'm taking charge. I want to be back on dad's good side and I'm goanna do that by getting rid of you," I said then moved my hand that was holding the gun around at the other people in the room. "And I'm going to turn in these traitors and be rewarded," I said then clicked the gun so that it was ready to shoot.

I heard a weird brushing noise behind me as Sam's eyes widened and his mouth dropped. "Thanks for the pep talk," I said, and just as I was about to pull the trigger something hit me hard right in the middle of my upper back making me drop the gun. Then suddenly something grabbed onto my shoulders and pushed me onto the ground.

As I looked up to see what pushed me I no longer saw Nina standing next to where I had been, but a black skinned, winged and horned monster. Nina's demon form. She looked at me first, and then growled at the other demons in the room.

"Whoa," I said, looking at all the other people in the room as they transformed into their demon bodies. The only people that looked human now was the older brown haired man Gary was standing beside and obviously Gary, Sam and me.

The newly transformed demons came over at lightning speed and bent down over me, growling and baring their knife like teeth at me.

They say that the last thing to go when you die is your sense of touch. Unfortunately, I had to find that out the hard way. The first thing I remember is one of the demons sinking his overly long fingernails through my T-shirt and into my chest. As he pulled them out, he took a part of my shirt and a chunk of my skin with him.

I screamed as I felt the terrible stinging pain erupted from my chest and saw the deep red color of metallic blood appear from my wound and spread onto my shirt. I continued to scream as all the other demons, including Nina, joined in.

They first dug their disgusting fingernails into my chest, stomach, shoulders and upper arm's skin, tearing it away from my body. I had stopped screaming and went onto sobbing after they removed a few handfuls. However, they didn't seem to care; they just continued to shred and tear at me. After most of it was gone, the one demon behind me started clawing my throat and I saw Nina's demon form sink her hand into my stomach and pull something long and purplish half way out of it.

I hoped that I would just black out by then, or wake up to find that I was having a horrible nightmare. But, I didn't and I continued to feel them tearing at me with their razor sharp claws until they eventually stopped after what seemed like hours. I lied there for a few moments, not able to do anything except stare at my murders' faces for a few moments.

"Sam," was the last this I muttered before I couldn't see or feel anything anymore.

The next thing I knew was that I was standing back up. I blinked my eyes hard; I was still in the room Nina had brought me to. Feeling confused I looked down and saw my torn up, lifeless body at me feet. Blood and pus was still oozing from my gashes and was spreading onto the carpet and the demons feet. I felt my mouth drop.

The brown haired man that Gary had been standing beside walked over to my body and the other demons as they shifted back into their human forms. "Okay, let's try not to get more blood the carpet," he said sighing then pointed at the demon he was standing beside. "Jack, help me get the rug and duct tape out from the closet," he said to him.

Bewildered, my eyes followed the two demons as they walked out of the living room. As they walked through the door way, my eyes slid to a man standing beside it that I didn't remember seeing before. He was probably an inch or two taller than I was, was wearing a plain black dress shirt and tie, and had jet black hair that was brushed neatly back. He wasn't really paying attention to what was going on, but instead had his full focus on what he was writing on a clip board.

After looking at him, he stopped writing and looked up at me with his dark brown, almost black eyes. "Well hello there princess," he said looking at his wrist watch. "Hmm, you were about 3 milliseconds late, huh?" he said pleasantly, walking up to me. "Don't worry, I won't tell the higher authorities."

I looked at him wide eyed. "What's going on?" I asked.

The man snorted. "That should be obvious, numb nuts," he said then took a glanced at his clip board. "Shame," he said sadly.

"Am I... dead?" I asked.

The man cocked an eyebrow. "Oh, no. You're soul was just pulled out of your body so you could look at all your new and wonderful paper cuts to a whole new level," he said sarcastically. "Of course you're dead!" he exclaimed, hitting me on the head with his clip board. "I wouldn't be here if you weren't! Jeeze, why did you think that no one else can see us, genius?"

I scowled; his words were irritating the hell out of me. "Hey, just because-" I started but stopped when I saw another man walk into the room. He was about a half a foot shorter than me, and had a long black trench coat on. There were two small horns poking out of his head through his dark brown hair. However, like me and the bitchy man I just met, no one noticed him either.

"So you finally decided to show up, Samael," the better dress man said to the one wearing the trench coat. His voice sounded exalted. "Oh, and you may want to tell the Devil not to worry about Gary here," he went on. "I was just looking at some new records; apparently he had a change in heart."

The man in the trench coat, Samael, rolled his eyes. "Well, I guess Belial won't be getting his Madonna tickets then," he said, squelching his eyes in awe.

"Yeah, he's going to have to avoid the B man for a few weeks," the black haired man said then poked me with his clip board. "Wouldn't want to be torn into pieces, huh Morgan?" he said happily then gave Samael a short wave. "See ya later," he told him, then vanished. Literally.

Samael took a deep breath and stretched his back. "Well, I guess it's time to go, Morgan," he said eventually.

"What? Go where?"

"Hell of course," he answered lazily.

I shook my head. "No way man, I'm not going to Hell with you," I told him firmly then around the room. Jack and the other demon had already come back into the room. They as well as the other demons were now trying to wrap my body up. Sam, at the mean time, stood by the TV like a meek rag doll while he gawked at them with a shocked and pained look. I could feel my blood begin to boil just looking at him. All I wanted at that moment was to lunge at him and choke the bastard to death. It like doing that simple deed would please me for the rest of my afterlife.

"Okay, let's just try to think of this in a positive way then," Samael said, putting his hand to his chin. "You'll meet some new people that you wouldn't have the chance to meet when you were alive. A good example is Judas; you'll be hearing his screams all the time pretty soon."

My felt my face turn red. "I am not doing to Hell," I told him flatly and started walking to the door. However, after only taking about five steps, my legs froze in place. I tried lifting my left leg up, put it felt like a thousand pounds.

"Yes, you are coming with me, Morgan," Samael said to me in an as-a-matter-of-fact tone. I could tell by his expression that he wasn't in a very good mood. "You're kind is taken to special attention when Death comes knocking at your door. Heck, sometimes even before they die," he said, scratching the side of his face.

I pressed my lips together and used all my strength to try to swing my right left in front of me, but it stayed still. "So this is all because I'm the Devil's son?" I spat.

Samael shook his head. "No. Not really," he answered then looked up at me. "Come on, I have something really interesting to show you," he said then rested his hand on my shoulder and for a moment, everything went fuzzy.