Author's Note: This story is inspired by two works. The first is the YouTube short, Welcome to Hell, and the second is the Lapidot story, "Angel", by thisismysecretidentity. Like always, I hope you enjoy my writing, and don't hesitate to leave a review. :3

This IS a Lapidot story. I normally wasn't going to make it romantic, but it's hard for me to stay away from that stuff. xD

Darkness.

That was all that this girl saw when she opened her blue eyes. Everywhere she looked from where she lay, on her back, all she saw was a black void.

The girl is wearing a blue hoodie, patched in a few places on the front, her hood covering her light brown hair. Her shoes were black, and she wore no pants, only a sea green skirt. Anyone who looked at her would say that she had no fashion sense. She didn't care, though. It was what she felt comfortable in.

Oddly enough, instead of feeling scared, or paranoid, the girl felt an odd calm swirling in her core. Being here, in this darkness.. It felt natural, as if she belonged here.

Even feeling at home in such a dark place, she didn't dare move to sit, or stand. The girl felt that if she were to move, even an inch, and she would wake up from a dream.

But in the back of her mind, she knew.. She knew that she was here to stay.

In her thoughts, she failed to realize that someone had come to stand over her.

This someone is a rather thin man. He was tall as well, and some might describe him as lanky. He wore a crimson red suit over a white, buttoned down undershirt and a red tie. His pants were crimson as well, but faded to black as near the bottom, along with his shoes.

His hair is a ginger red, his bangs spiking up in the front in a triangular shape. His sideburns looked similar to his hair style, and his beard was pointed.

The feature about the man that stood out the most to the girl was that his eyes were a bright yellow. It was as if she were staring into a living fire in the form of a human.

Though she was surprised, she showed no signs of being so. Even this man's appearance seemed entirely normal to her. Even in this darkness, where she was only able to see this man, though he had no light about him, the girl was calm.

The man smirked down at the girl, his expression snide, but.. somehow kind. He opened his mouth, and confirmed the girl's suspicions about where she was.

"Welcome to Hell."

The girl stood at the top of a hill, shovel in hand. The moon is high in the sky, and the girl is in the process of digging a grave.

This girl's name.. is Lapis. And she just killed her parents. In her sleep.

Normally, most people would be fairly traumatized to find out that they sleep murdered their parents, but Lapis wasn't most people.

Growing up, she's had an indescribable urge to kill things, anything, such as rats, birds, dogs, people.. Of course she never killed a person until tonight. You could say she had some minor homicidal tendencies.

No, she wasn't bothered by what she did to her parents. What bothered her most was what she would have to do next.

Lapis stuck the shovel in the ground beside the headstone at the head of the grave. Two more graves were already dug up and filled with her parent's bodies, Mom and Dad inscribed on them respectively. And the third, empty grave.. well, who else could it be meant for?

Lapis stood in front of her grave, her back facing the hole. From the pocket of her hoodie, she pulled out a pocket knife. Lapis flipped open the blade, sighing as she took in the sight of the shining metal.

"Never thought I'd meet you at the business end, pal." She said to her blade, smiling solemnly. She sighed, twiddling the blade of knife between her fingers.

"So.. Last words?" Lapis asked herself. "Eulogy? Nah.. I guess it doesn't matter." She chuckled and closed her eyes, waving her blade in the air. "Not like anyone's here to hear me."

With that thought, she turned her knife, and drove the blade into her chest.

"Need a hand?"

The red haired man asked, putting his hand out for Lapis to take.

"Uh, sure." Lapis replied nonchalantly. She took the man's hand. "Thank you, mister."

The man helped Lapis to her feet, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. He began to lead her forward, in no viewable direction due to the darkness surrounding them.

"You're a special case, Lazuli." The man said, and Lapis made no attempt to even try and be surprised that he knew her last name. If she really was in Hell, then of course he would know.

"How about we step in my office and talk about why you're here."

As he said these words, Lapis suddenly found that the world around her was no longer dark. Instead, it was a bright white. And it was a singular, rather small room.

The man went to lean on his desk, which was in front of many different file cabinets. Except, the cabinets were so incredibly tall that it was impossible to see the top.

"Take a seat." The man ordered, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk.

Lapis did as instructed and sat. She looked up at the standing man, subconsciously wondering if any of this was real. But she knew it was.

"Do you know why you're here, Miss Lazuli?" The man asked, looking down at Lapis with a grin.

"I killed my parents.." Lapis answered with no hesitation. She knew what she did, though she did feel a tad awkward talking about it. "Killed myself.."

"Yeah, I'd kill my parents too if they named me 'Lapis'. Seriously, who names their kid after a gemstone?" He asked no one in particular, inspecting his nails.

"I like it.." Lapis admitted. She thought her name was unique. It made her feel like she was one of a kind, which really, she was. Especially considering the circumstances.

"Where's all the brimstone and fire?" Lapis asked. "Why am I not being tortured as we speak, suffering for all eternity?" She waved her arms in front of her, getting this pained look on her face to add a bit of drama to her words. The man just laughed and started walking to a door at the opposite side of the room.

"Oh, don't seem so desperate, kid. I have an offer for you."

"Oh." Lapis smiled, turning in her seat to face backwards, resting her arms on the back of the chair. "You mean like a deal with the devi-"

"A job offer." The man interrupted, turning to look at Lapis. "Come off it, Lazuli, I already have your soul, you think I'm gonna challenge you to a fiddle contest or something?"

"Truth is, kiddo, you remind me of myself." The man admitted, walking back to his desk. He opened his filing cabinet, and the drawer kept coming and coming out of it's slot. It reminded Lapis of that scene from Bruce Almighty.

"I remind you of yourself?" She asked, turning back around in her chair. "But you're.."

"Mephistopheles." The man said, raising a finger as he sifted through his files. "Call me Mephistopheles. Or Mephisto, if that suits ya."

Lapis smiled, leaning forward. She rested her elbows on Mephisto's desk, her chin in her hand.

"Well if we're gonna be 'buddy-buddy' about this.." She started. "You can just call me Lapis."

"Alright Lazuli.." Mephisto stood after retrieving the file he was looking for. The file cabinet closed automatically as he sat down in front of Lapis. "Lapis it is."

"Anyway.." Mephisto started, placing the file on his desk. "I'm currently in the process of renovating Hell, and everything outside has pretty much gone to.. well, Hell."

Mephisto opened the file for Lapis. On the right side of the file was a picture and information on a girl named Peridot Olivine.

From the picture, Peridot was a rather attractive girl. She was blonde, and her hair was practically a mess. Despite it being a lot of hair, it seemed to stand up in the most awkward of places. Her eyes were green, and she wore rounded glasses. It seemed like she was also wearing a hoodie, like Lapis, except it probably wasn't patched, and it was green.

"So since all my time is gonna be focused on organizing my workplace, I'm gonna need somebody sending souls down to fill in some jobs." Mephisto tapped Peridot's picture. "So you're gonna have to go down to Earth and torture, humiliate, pester, and be a general nuisance to Miss Olivine here unti-"

"You mean I get to kill her?" Lapis interrupted, standing from her seat quickly. She placed her hands on the desk, looking at Mephisto with a fiery look in her eyes. "You mean I get to kill people?"

"Not exactly." Mephisto replied, unfazed at having been interrupted. He crossed his fingers together, speaking calmly. "You get to help people kill themselves.."

"Oh.." Lapis would be lying if she said she wasn't at least a little disappointed. She sat back in her seat, sighing. She had to admit, it would be fun, either way.

"And what if I refuse the offer?" Lapis asked. She acted coy as she asked this question, but she really was curious.

Mephisto only smirked, resting his chin on the back of his interlocked fingers.

"You won't."