Whoever is about to read this story, you are about to read how I found my ticket into hell. Now before you turn back, its not what you think. I can asure you I am not a bad person. You can trust me on that. But the way I got to hell will defiantly surprise you. Before I get into that, let me introduce myself. My name is Variety-Infinity McQuire. It sounds weird because I have two first names, and I don't have a middle name. Both of my parents named me, and since they couldn't corporate, they decided to name me both. My mom named me Variety and my dad named me Infinity. You may be thinking that it would have been easier to make one of them my middle name, but my parents were stubborn. I have two sisters with the name of Jackie Belladonna, and Ava O'Neal. Both of them have different last names because Blossom is married and Bubbles has a different father.

I have a very unusual hair color. Its a mutation where my genes can't decide between the hair color black and red. So as a result, my hair color is raven purple and falls down to a little bit shorter than my mid back. Its curly and always messy. I am light skinned, have golden sea green eyes and the "body of Dove Cameron." Basically my waist, bust, and hip measurements are the same as hers, but my waist is smaller and I'm a little less busty. I'm also not that tall, about 5'5 to be exact. My birthday is on November 23 and I am currently 21 years old. Believe it or not but I'm actually the youngest of my sister family. That's right, Blossom is 25 and Bubbles is 23. Now for my personality.

Where do I start? I'm sarcastic, stubborn, I have a very bad temper and I'm extremely impatient. Doesn't quite go with how I look, does it? But to be fair, I'm not all bad. I'm very active, I can be calm when I want to be, I'm confident in myself, meaning I don't give a rats ass about what you have to say about me. I am very funny, often when I'm being sarcastic, and I and am protective of my sisters, even though they're older than me. Enough about me. Now its time for you to learn how I easily got into hell.

Alright, let me just give it to you straight. The devil asked me to marry him. That's right, Satan himself came up to the surface, kidnapped me in my sleep, and asked me to marry him. As crazy as it sounds, its true. At first I was like hell nah, but over time I started to fall for him. When he first asked me I wasn't in for it at all. You all may be thinking like "Girl, the DEVIL asked YOU to marry HIM. Take it and run!" but I wasn't amazed because I'm not the first girl he asked to marry him. In order for you to understand I have to explain my town's history to you.

I live in a small town called Townsville. Demons hunted it for sceneries until the original devil's wife had a baby. After that, the town was able to live peacefully for about another three sceneries. My husband is about the same age as me. Yep, the devil it 22 years old. So it took the original Satan's wife three sceneries to have a baby. So many years in labor. Talk about a pain in the ass. Anyways after the baby was born, his father started worring about his love life. So, by the time this son was thirteen, he began going from town to town trying to find the perfect bride for his son. By the time his son was 19, the devil was way too old to be going out everyday, so his son took his place. But he didn't go at it as peacefully as he did.

Instead of looking for women, he kidnapped them and forced them to make love with him. If they didn't met his satisfaction, he would have them decapitated and burned their remains while keeping their heads in a pit outside out town. Everyday there would be a new head whenever someone passed by. Word didn't get out until the population of women started to decrease. People believe that over time the town would be dominated with men. He did this for six years. Can you imagine how many lives of women he took from this world? Most of them probably had kids, husbands, successful lives and etc. And he just took all that away from them. I hated him with all my heart. I loath him to the point where I would show aggressive behavior even if someone even spoke his name in front of me.

Of course my parents worry for me and my sisters. I mean, you would do the same for your daughters, right? We never got out much as kids. After school we had to come straight home. It was a boring life, so being the rebel that I am, when I was sixteen I snuck out one night to hang out with my friends at a park in the middle of the night. Blossom had already moved out at the time, so there was really no one to stop me. After hanging out until 2 a.m. one of them brought up the devil. I was so angry that every time they said his name I would call them an ugly word.

They wouldn't stop talking about him, so I stormed off. That was a really dumb idea. I was almost home when I spotted a flash of light in an alley. Curious, I followed it, only to be horrified by a burning body. I could tell it was a women because she was wearing red heels. To make things worse, the devil was standing right there in the shadow. He looked straight at me. Then he started walking toward me. Without another thought, I took off running. Eventually I made it home, and what I just saw made me hate him even more. But it also made me terrified of him. And I wondered if one day, maybe that could be me.

From that day on I was terrified of the outside. Since he now knew my face he could come and take me anytime he wanted. Things go worse when it was my time to move out. I balled out crying the first day away from my family. I didn't get any sleep that night. Eventually I got over it and began living my life like a normal person. Until that day he took me away.

Inside story on what this is about. Hope you enjoy it.