PROLOGUE : TIME TO "GO"
"Princess of Hell maybe!" I joke to my parents, inwardly laughing, imagining Crowley or Lucifer's reactions to the fact they had a child. Little did I know months later that little joke would come back and bite me in the ass...
*Unknown amount of time later*
My "Princess of Hell" joke still makes me laugh. But I feel uneasy, last time I made that joke out loud my best friend turned towards me and very serious said "Yes your majesty." She never reacted like that before, and, when I questioned her she had no recollection of saying it, and neither did anyone else! But I knew it wasn't my imagination because well as much as I like to think I'm imaginative, my imagination is not /that/ good.
Three weeks after my friend said that my previously useless instincts were screaming at me to be prepared.
Going with my instincts I packed a "go" bag, the idea came from my favorite crime shows.
The very next day my uneasy feeling hit a new high, something was going to happen, I could feel it in my soul. I went about my day like normal, going to school and all. With one major difference, I always had my "go" bag on me, even in the bathroom. Be prepared as the saying goes.
Finally I was home, but the uneasy feeling hit its peak as soon as I laid my head on my parrot pillow pet. My ceiling fan light started getting brighter and brighter, until its almost blinding. I get a good grip on my "go" bag and the ceiling fan light flashes, blinding me and as the light fades so does my consciousness.
