It was… different from what he originally thought, if he was being honest to himself. All he could see was black, all around him. When he tried moving, stepping forward, the world started forming before his very eyes.

The ground was bloody red, made out of some kind of stone, feeling smooth under his bare feet. It led him into a dark room, with a single tall thing on the other side. It was covered in a white sheet, though, so he stepped closer and tore it off, revealing a tall, human sized mirror.

Looking at his reflection, he looked exactly the same as before, pale face, dark hair falling into his eye. The only thing that stood out were the new appendages coming from his back, leathery wings that twitched as he moved.

Up above, another entity existed. He looked around, finding a sort of paradise inhabited by winged people. He himself had wings, but they were an ebony-black rather than pure white.

As he picked at the yellow and purple pendant around his neck, the dark-winged angel could feel rage building up as he remembered how he had gotten here. This world of warmth and rest and peace didn't satiate his wild soul; it just made the fire in his stomach burn hotter. The flames of revenge were building up.

But first, he had to find a way out of here. Sure, this was paradise and all, but there seemed to be no exit.

After a few minutes of just watching his reflection, panic and rage awoke inside the new demon. In a fit of rage, he punched the mirror, shards flying all around the place. It seemed that there was actually a hallway behind the mirror. Ty didn't waste any time in stepping into it, crossing over the shards of glass as to not cut his feet.

At the end, there was a giant room, filled with similarly winged people. He looked all around, trying to spot Sky, but failed.

The dark angel gave up looking for an exit after noticing that this paradise was floating. But… floating lands, a little bit of space between lands… He jumped off of a ridge, then extended his wings and arced upward. Seeing a gap in the land near him, he veered left and dove through it. The other angels let out a collective gasp, but Sky kept flying away in search of revenge.

He remembered the face of his killer, the person who had given him the bag filled with white crystals. The one who told him to wrap it in tinfoil and singe the edge. The drug dealer. And he remembered the dealer's name.

Ty.

There was a door by the other side of the room and that's where Ty went. All the other demons ignored him, instead paying attention to their companions, playing cards, darts and other gambling games.

Ty slipped outside and looking around, he could spot some lava lakes all around, sizzling and boiling.

He paid them no heed and instead looked up at the sky and the cracks in it. Seeing it as good of an idea as it gets, he tentatively spread his wings and clumsily leaped off the ground. After gaining his bearings, he aimed for the closest crack, flying out into the light.

Eventually, Sky reached the earth, twisting around in midair and landing on his feet deftly. He looked around and smiled. This was the city he had lived in before his… death. The people couldn't see him, for they simply passed him, or they were stupid enough to ignore the black wings he donned.

He made his way down the street, passing between two buildings that nearly touched and finding the secret alley behind them. The path widened out, and Sky blinked in surprise. There lay the body of Ty, the drug dealer. Killed by his own hand by the very substance that gave him money to live on. What a grim irony that was!

The first place that Ty aimed for was the place that was engraved into his mind more than anything.

He opened the apartment door slowly, the hinges screeching. He closed it, taking a look around the room. Everything was still the same, there was just an extra layer of dust now. The apartment looked absolutely fine, save for the corpse laying on the bathroom's floor.

Ty kneeled down next to the cold, unmoving brunet, gently reaching out to touch his cheek. He pulled away quickly, letting out a sigh.

He fucked up.

He fucked up big time.