It was dark. So very very dark.
She is scared. But at the same time she is also content. Kind of sad, but also happy.
Is that a normal reaction to dying? Perhaps not... but still.
She might have died without accomplishing her goals, yes, but at least she died after she had done something that could contribute to the good of humanity. And that's what matters.
But seriously, though. Her death was more of an improvisation than anything. Not on her part, but on other's. After all, nobody likes it when someone was meddling with their shit. Especially police officers.
Damn those bastards.
She was just trying to help in taking the stupid terrorists down! Seriously, just because she looks like and smells like she came from the sewers (because she honestly did, she also liked lurking in the abandoned underground train station) that doesn't mean they could accuse her of being like one of those hobos getting high off of stolen heroine- even though they have every right to be!
God, she hopes all of those living in that blasted city would rot in hell. Excluding her and her friends- co-workers. They're good kids, honest.
...Damn it, she already missed them.
But now instead of being in heaven she is here, in a dark murky place that oddly smells like a hospital. There's also the very noticeable sight of a cloaked... thing coming straight towards her.
And then she is escorted by some kind of strange creature that calls themselves the escort.
Right. That... totally makes sense.
The cloaked creature stared at her with his startlingly bright blue eyes, which looked more like orbs to be honest, before slowly speaking in a low and raspy voice. "You... are quiet. Unlike the others," he remarked, grasping his scythe tightly and resting it on his shoulder, as if poised to strike.
She shrugged, not really knowing how to comment on that. She warily eyed the scythe on his shoulder, discreetly edging away as she did so. "...What's with the scythe?" she asked instead, pointing at the object in question. "You uh... gonna reap me or something?" she jokingly added, laughing nervously.
He blinked. "...No," he replied, although his stance indicating otherwise. "I merely exist to protect you," he said, as she hummed in acknowledgement.
"Huh..." she uttered, before doing a double take. "Wait, what?"
And as fate would have it, a red light was coming towards them fast. The cloaked figure cursed, before grabbing her arm and making a run for it. "Wai- what?!"
"No time to talk! Just run!" he barked out, as she slightly stumbled on her steps while running.
"But why-?" she asked before suddenly disappearing. It was too late. The red light sucked her in.
The cloaked figure stood still for a second, before shrugging. "Bah, whatever. I'm not paid enough for this shit anyway."
...She's in Satan's office, or something.
"So, uh-" she cringed, accidentally seeing someone being gutted clean with their organs from across Satan's... window. "Right... Why am I here?" she asked, finally recovering from the sight.
Satan himself, with his horns and tail and crisp clean suit, laughed at her question. Or was he internally contemplating as to put her on hell or not? She isn't sure.
"I'm not evil, I swear!" she blurted out, as Satan stopped laughing to stare at her. "I mean, I hate humans too! Haha..." she hastily added, laughing nervously. Wait, Satan hated humans, right?
The devil seems to be sizing her up- assessing her worth. "...You're not like the others, that I could tell." he remarked, with a deep baritone voice. "Tell me, what brought you here?" he asked, as she shrugged unhelpfully.
"No idea. I thought you brought me here?" she asked instead, pointing her non-existent index finger at him.
Huh. She's missing a few of her fingers. That's- actually, not at all nice to know.
"Ha, as if I'd waste my time bringing mere mortals here," he spat out, saying the word mortals with so much disdain it made her spine shudder. "Hm, you must be talking about my pet, Lucy," he said, as she raised a confused eyebrow.
A squawk suddenly gained her attention, as a vulture-like creature descended down from... somewhere to land on Satan's coat hanger.
Ohh, so that's what it's used for.
"But why?" she asked, because frankly, she's running out of fucks to give already, Satan be damned. "I was ready to go to chill out in heaven with cloak man."
Satan tsk'ed, which she decided was not a good sign because he was reaching out for something that suspiciously looks like a lever. "Tell you what, kid. Don't tell anyone what happened here, and you get to live a new happy life." he said as she blinked, before slowly backing away.
"W-what do you m-mean by t-that?" she asked cautiously, internally freaking out. Oh god, what the hell does he mean by a new happy life?! What the hell why does this happen to her how did she deserve this shit what the fuck-
"It means," Satan gave her a feral smile, before pulling down the lever. "We have a deal."
She disappeared in a puff of smoke.
She screamed as soon as she realized she was falling.
Well, fuck. This is kind of sad, to be honest. The devil just gave her a new chance to live her life a few seconds ago and she wastes it by dying due to falling into the middle of the fucking ocean. The impact's probably gonna hurt like a concrete, if what she'd heard from those rescue workers was correct.
She stopped screaming, seeing as there was no use to hurting her throat when she was going to die, anyway. Who's idea is it to throw her into the sky, again?
"Fucking Satan I swear to god," she muttered to herself, as her hair whipped around her in all directions. And the ocean's getting closer.
Well, this was a nice second life.
Ah, there's a ship. She wondered if she could get their attention. "Oi! Help!" she yelled just for the heck of it, as it's not like they could do anything to help her from her demise. "Asshats! Look at me!"
They still haven't heard her. Not that she could blame them.
Fuck. If she is gonna die, then at least let someone give her corpse a proper burial.
It's literally the only thing she deserved after going through hell literally.
Piss-off Counter: 1 (Cloaked Man)
AN: so... i rewrote a new story. ha. kill me i have so many unfinished stories and probably also disappointed some following readers woops. but whatever lol. i don't really force myself to write stories since doing that just seems... eh. and yeah, this version has a piss-off counter now, to see how many our precious mc has pissed off. whether directly or indirectly, doesn't matter lol. so yeah. hope you enjoy this rewrite.
some feedback/criticisms/suggestions will be nice.
