Part one of the twofer...

BellaEdwardlover is indeed ten years my junior. At least I couldn't have been her mother. When that happens...I'll cry :(

"Take this," Rosalie said, shoving a black-handled knife into my hand.

I looked down at it with disdain.

"I don't do weapons," I snapped, trying to hand it back to her.

"Yeah…well I don't do dead. So take the fucking thing and let's go. The minions have reported that Christ is on the ground," she said, throwing her thick swath of hair over her shoulder.

"So what exactly am I supposed to do? Kill him?" I asked, struggling to keep up with her long strides.

"Did you not pay attention to your father at all before you left Hell?" she huffed, skidding to a halt.

"No…the sight of him kinda made me nauseous. You'll forgive me if I skipped father/son bonding time."

She turned and looked at me, her boots making her tower above me.

"You are to take the knife of the Devil himself and carve out the heart of the Savior. Only then, as the organ lays beating in your hand, can the Underworld be free."

I stared up into her wild eyes and realized that I was surrounded by insanity.

Looked like I'd have to deal with things myself.