Prologue
My only job now is to do anything I possibly can to create destruction to the World; though, living in the Underworld is boring lately for me and my demonic friends.
Yes, I am a demon. I once was human until I died saving the one I love. I do miss her very much.
You see, when I was human, people didn't like me much. I wasn't a very good person. However, I never killed anyone until the day I died.
Me and my love were just having a nice picnic in the park when some gangsters decided that the park was their territory.
I, of course was quite a skilled fighter after all of my fighting experience in grade school. So I did have to fight the punks and one of them I did end up killing. After that happened, she started begging for me to stop fighting. I couldn't stop fighting. I had to win. I didn't know that one of the punks had a gun and I was shot.
I died about an hour later in the hospital with my only love by my side.
Of course she was the only one who cared for me. Not many people attended my funeral. Also, because I killed a person, I was sent to Hell which is where I am now.
I do miss my human life and I do miss her sincerely. Somehow I have to see her again.
But she is a good person. She's intelligent, beautiful, and she would be very reluctant to kill a person.
She wouldn't go to Hell. Ever. If she ever found out that I got sent here, I'm sure she wouldn't be very happy.
I'm sure she's happy where she is. I wonder if she even remembers me. It sucks I'm no longer with her. I do miss her dearly.
Maybe there is a way I can see her again. Maybe if I do something really destructive then I can be sent back to Earth again.
I must ponder this. What shall I do that is really destructive? I once learned in my high school biology class about a disease. All I need is a mosquito.
Oh yes, Malaria. That was the disease. A mosquito would bite a person which caused a deadly disease. This sounds great! I will make a new disease spread by those bugs that turns everyone into zombies!
It's a genius plan. I just hope she doesn't get bitten by one of these buggers; for, I must see her again soon. I will see her again soon.