A/N: So I'm really good at publishing a day late. This was going to be up yesterday, but things got a little hectic. And, fair warning: chapter 3 is still in its early stages, so there's going to be a bit of a wait on that one. So sorry in advance.

It had taken all of two hours for Logan to reap the good souls on earth and bring them to the underworld. Within a day, the people left on earth had started to notice. Within a week, turmoil erupted. Prostitution, robbery, and murder quickly became the new norm, and people began to run their lives solely on greed.

Little changed in Los Angeles, California. It was still a money capital, and still a major crime center. A trio of heiresses, who only referred to themselves as "The Jennifers", were the epitome of greed. They were the self-proclaimed rulers of Los Angeles, having the money and the power to do whatever their hearts desired.

They took power over Los Angeles with their looks, money, and intimidation. They ruled with an iron fist, giving the citizens two options: obey or die. As they roamed their streets, their "subjects" bowed, more out of fear than respect. They were tyrannical, and almost universally hated.

One day, as they strolled through Sunset Boulevard, they were approached by a man with a long overcoat, his hands buried in the pockets. He smiled, pulled out a gun, and shot the three girls. No hesitation, no remorse, and no repercussions.

Charlotte, North Carolina, was no better. Jo Taylor worked the streets like she owned them. She was a typical prostitute, broke and desparate for money. She sold her body to a dozen rich men every day, and she couldn't have cared less. It was good money, and it was a living. Of course, after half the population basically fell off the face of the earth, her clientelle got shadier. And one day, while she was working, a black car with tinted windows stopped at her corner. She approached it as the window was rolled down, expecting some hotshot business man with a fat stack of cash. All she saw, though, was the glint of the barrel of a gun before the shot rang out, and then she was dead, left on the ground in a pool of her own blood.

Yeah, the world was pretty fucked up. But life for the good souls in hell wasn't much better.

They were basically held in a prison, caged and tortured. Escape was impossible, life was unbearable, and, since death was nonexistant in hell, suicide wasn't an option. The good souls were essentially tortured just thinking about it, and living it was much worse. It wasn't pleasant for anybody, and Logan felt nothing but remorse, since he was forced to banish innocent people. He saw his family, his neighbors, his old friends forced into hell. It wasn't at all a good sight.

Logan was still watching the human world some time later. The world had succumbed to the chaos, and it was only a matter of time until the early apocalypse would be brought forth. Logan couldn't help but feel regret for doing this, but he couldn't disobey his master. So he was stuck between a rock and a hard place. The "hard place" being a giant burning hole.

His thoughts were interrupted by a knock at his door. He turned to find a brunette girl in a dark cloak. "Hey Camille. What are you doing here?"

The girl gave him a sad smile. "Hey Logan. You know Griffin's apocalypse plan?" The boy nodded. "Well…he didn't give you all the details."

Logan was confused. Camille was Griffin's advisor, so she would know the full plan, but she was also manipulative and often lied to get what she wanted.

He decided to humor her. "So what are all the details, Camille?"

"After Griffin takes over the world, he's going to destroy all traces of human life."

Logan paused for a minute. "Okay…and what does that have to do with anything?"

Camille exhaled sharply and grabbed onto his shoulders. "No, you don't understand. He's going to destroy all traces of human life. Humans on earth, humans down here, humans converted to demons…" She trailed off, hoping he'd finally understand what she was trying to say.

They sat in silence for a few monents until it finally dawned on him. "That includes me." Camille nodded solemnly and removed her hands from his shoulders. "I've got to do something," he said, determination burning in his eyes. He started for the door, but Camille stopped him.

"Logan, the world has been in complete and total chaos for six months. What can you possibly do at this point?"

Logan sat in thought for a moment. "Well, maybe I can put some good back into the world."

Camille turned Logan to face her. "Logan even if that were to work, Griffin has a lot riding on this plan. If he finds out that you're trying to stop it…"

Logan hung his head. "I know." He looked back up. "But either way, I'm going to die."

Camille nodded. "You've got nothing to lose."

"Which means I have to try," Logan said, determination radiating from him. With that, he marched out of his room, a plan already formulating in his mind.

Meanwhile, Camille was still standing in Logan's room, a wide grin plastered onto her face. There was a flash behind her, and black smoke began to fill the room. Her smile remained. "Hello, Master," she said, turning around.

Griffin was smiling as well. "Did you tell him?"

"Yes sir, and he's already planning to stop you."

Griffin's smile grew. "Perfect. You know what to do now.

"Yes sir." With that, Camille fashed out, purple smoke mixing with the black that circulated on the ground.

Griffin stayed behind. "All according to plan."

He gave a loud evil laugh and flashed out.