Note: When you are reading, you'll see something(s) that will appear to be OOC. Don't worry. I have a very specific reason for this, which you will all know. Eventually. XD

Sorry I took so long on this. But I promise that I'll update faster. A month is too long!

"What?" I asked dumfounded. The house couldn't be on fire, the Devil had told me to use the glasses that he had given me, which I was pretty sure was at the house. Unless… "Can Sock hear and feel the fire's heat?" I asked Ben, guessing that he was the person Ben was talking to.

Ben gave me a 'Are you serious?' look, and I just nodded and said, "Trust me. Ask him."

Rolling his eyes irritably he asked the question into his cell then flinched away from the phone. "Yes. He can," Ben said then asked Sock, "Did you call the fire department yet?"

After a moment of silence Ben said into the phone, "Well call them Sock! Sam and I are coming over right now." Then hung up.

Something didn't feel right. Morgan couldn't have made Sock see the fire then because made it clear that he could only cause illusions, not make someone hear or feel something. Which meant that at least one part of the house was aflame; I hoped that it was just a kitchen blaze.

"What was that question about?" Ben asked as he and I quickly strode to the other side of the library.

"I saw the Devil by the computers," I said. "He told me the reason we haven't see Morgan is because he apparently can get inside our heads and make us see what he wants us to see. I thought since he could control our sight, that he might have just made it look like the house is on fire."

Ben snorted. "He must have gotten that power because of how he put on a show for everyone," he said as we got to the doors.

Damn it, I still have the book, I thought looking down at the book Dante's Divine Comedy in my hands. I knew that if I didn't get it now, I would probably never get it. I knew myself well enough that I would never go to the library unless I had to. Then again, I couldn't take the time to rent it out either.

You could always barrow it, I small voice in the back on my mind said. I shook my head, I would I even think that? I wouldn't steal a book.

Stealing and barrowing are two totally different things. Jeeze Sam, haven't you ever read 'Huckleberry Finn'? The voice jeered. It did have a point; it wasn't like I was going to keep the book for the long. I would bring it back.

So as Ben and I were about to pass the doors I looked around to make sure no one was looking—including Ben—and raised my hand high enough as we passed the detector so that they wouldn't read an unchecked book passing it. Normally, it would have rung, but being that the library's were old and rugged, it didn't.

And with that, Ben and I walked over to the other side of the parking lot and went into his car. Apparently, his grandmother finally found his keys. Once I was in the passenger's seat, I put the library book on the floor underneath me.

After we were both in the car and Ben had started driving, I heard him sigh. "I hope it's not to bad," he muttered under his breath.

"Did he tell you how it started?" I asked.

Ben shook his head. "No."

The rest of the car ride was a somber silence. Once we did finally arrive out the house, I was happy to see that it wasn't one of those huge house fires you see on TV.

I ran out of the car and looked though the window by the door of the house. I didn't see any smoke and thinking nothing of it, I walked inside. However, after looking around for a few moments, I didn't see any fire in the kitchen, living room, bathroom, or even any of the bedrooms.

"Sock?" I called out, but received no answer.

"You know Sam, I've always had this really weird talent ever since I was a child," I heard an eerily familiar voice say behind me. I turned around and saw Ben standing behind me. "I could always mimic voices that weren't mine. Actually, it was one of the things our dad was impressed out me," Ben said, but it wasn't in his voice. "You know, before you stabbed me in the back."

I felt my eyes widen and I took a step back. "Morgan?"

Ben shrugged. "In the flesh. So to speak," he said the suddenly were Ben was standing, Morgan's form morphed in-front of me, wearing the clothes he had on the last time I saw him alive.

"You know what's really not fair?" he asked me. "Just because you let me into your home for the last few days of my life, they counted you as my benefactor. You know that you'll get tortured less in Hell than me because family is less important than benefactors to them?"

"Morgan, I didn't betray you. I-" I started my but Morgan tackled me onto the floor mid-sentience. I tried to fight back, by he felt stronger than the last time attacked me. After struggling for a few moments, he pinned my hands and shoulders together with his own hands and used his feet and knees to keep my legs down.

"So, this is what I figure. Since of overall injustice on my behalf, I'm going to make up as much as can before I kill you," Morgan said evenly as he took out a small pocketknife out of his front pocket.

While he briefly took his left hand off my right, I attempted to hit him on the head with my casted hand, but he caught it just in time before it collided onto the side of his head. "Come on, Sam," he said as he cut the skin just underneath my cast.

I let out a yelp and he pushed my arm back down on the floor. "How long have you pretended to be Ben? Where is he?" I asked.

"Oh, about two hours," he replied, purposely leaving my second question unanswered as he wiped my blood that was presently on his knife on my jeans. "Who is Seth?" he asked. "Please don't tell me Sock's dating a guy demon."

"Uh, no," I said. Should I tell him who Seth was? I didn't see why not, but then again Seth was only talking to me because he thought that I could be the antichrist. If Morgan knew that, it would probably only tick him off even more.

Morgan tilted his head and looked down at me. Even the night he died, I didn't see that much hate in his eyes. "Well? Who is he, Sammy?" he asked, taking the knife and stabbed me in my right arm, twisting it as he pulled it out. I clenched my teeth to prevent a scream as I felt warm blood hover over my wound.

"Not all parts of Hell are hot, you know," Morgan continued to talk to me as he stabbed me again, this time about an inch under where he last had. He twisted it the blade again as he pulled it out. "There is one ring, the one the farthest down, that is so cold, that the water is completely frozen. Your tears freeze on your face within seconds," he said bitterly.

Just as he was about to stab my right shoulder, I hit him, this time successfully, with my casted wrist. Even though it hurt me in the process, it did cause Morgan to lose enough distraction and loosen his grip on my left arm. I used that arm and what I could with my right one and legs to flip him around so that he was on the floor instead of me.

It didn't last very long however, because Morgan had me back on the floor again. Using the momentum I still had and the slightly loosened grip Morgan had on me I flipped him over again. I had expected him to hit the floor but apparently during our tussle we had rolled over to the wall. Which he slammed his head on decently hard.

Morgan looked dazed, so I took the chance and ran to front door. Once I opened it and looked out I didn't see what I hoped. Where's the vessel? I thought franticly. Did Sock take it while I went out to the library?

I turned back around into the house and didn't even see Morgan. That's when I remember the glasses. Damn it, Morgan's probably hiding the vessel. I dashed away from the door and into Sock's room. I knelt down beside his bed and to my relief saw a small cardboard box. I pulled it out and searched through it like a mad man. Throwing everything out of it that didn't even remotely look like a pair of glasses. About half way down is when I saw the thick, ugly framed glasses the Devil had given me so long ago.

I picked them up and looked at them backwardly for a moment before putting them on. At first everything went fuzzy, after a moment though, my vision stay still for the most part.

Taking a deep breath, I pushed the box back underneath Sock's bed, stood up and walked out of his bedroom expecting nearly anything. To my surprise, everything looked normal. As I was walking into the living room, scanning around, I saw one of the most horrific things I've ever seen in my life in the kitchen. Which was saying something.

Standing beside the sink, I saw Morgan, but the only reason I knew that was because of his clothes. What I saw was a human being with patches of back and scaly demon skin all over, probably covering half of his body. His face was the worst. The left side of it was normal, but his right eye was completely yellow, and the skin around and above it was scaly demon skin.