I can't believe I'm doing this. Eric owes me. He gonna owe me about a hundred thousand dollars. If he refuses then I'll just steal it!

"Why are you going to steal from me?" Eric asked as I washed his feet clean from the dirt.

"Because I can, stupid corpse."

Eric looked confused. "That's not nice."

I scoffed, "Well, corpse, I'm not a nice gal."

"Corpse," he echoed in question. "Why do you call me that? Do you have a condition? Are you ill?"

I was fuming where I was sitting on the ground as my uncles started to laugh. Gabriel shrugged. "Honestly, we don't know how she turned out this way."

"Well," Raphael began. "She did have a dog for a boyfriend."

I whirled around and pointed a finger at them. "Hey, it was for a short time since I'm not into that beastality shit!"

"Well what are you into then?" Eric inquired.

"None of your beeswax, corpse!"

"You're very hostile."

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever. Seriously though where is your goddamn shirt-ow, what the fuck, Michael?"

"Language, niece," he chided after he smacked the back of my head. Stupid winged bible freaks and their rules about not using their father's name is vein! Who cares?! He's not my father! He can't strike me from here since that would be very un-God like if you ask me…

Eric shrugged. "I woke up like this...without a shirt and shoes I mean."

"Yeah and your hair is messed up to the point of unattraction if you ask me," I muttered. "Someone give him their clothes! Uriel!"

Uriel's eyes widened. "What? No way. These are gonna stay on-AH!"

Before Uriel could finish his sentence, I quickly tackled him to the ground and started to tear off his plaid overshirt and his sandals. (Yeah so apparently angels wear sandals like Jesus Christ did...maybe it's a fashion trend! You know that could be why Lucifer was cast out of heaven...TO MY MIND PALACE!)

Lucifer walks in with a cool hair do and closed toed shoes while his brothers glare at him and say, "HOW DARE YOU WHERE THOSE THINGS INSIDE HERE?!"

"But I think it's time for a change don't you, brothers?"

They all looked at him in horror and disgust as Michael said, "Our father wears sandals. You dare question his fashion?! How dare you! You rebel!"

Lucifer shrugged. "He's old. It's time for a change, I doubt he knows anything about fashion! Besides these shoes have a lot of pros for them like, now just hear me out here, no dirt between your toes and they are kept warm and protected. I don't know about you, but those win me over big time."

Uriel scoffed. "Sandals are much better since you don't get sweaty feet like your shoes there!"

Lucifer rolled his eyes. "Uriel, your feet are the only ones that sweat. You have a sweating problem, not us! Get over it. Anyways, I think this closed toed shoes thing is gonna be real big so let's get on board."

Gabriel shook his head. "You are completely mad. Our father made these sandals for a reason and we must wear them at all costs! I mean the whole world would go completely insane if we were to...oh, the idea to horrible to think about."

Azrael chuckled and said, "I don't know. I think Luci is onto something here. I do hate dirt getting between my toes."

Lucifer beamed, "Exactly! And guess what? The pain from what I'm about to do to one of your will hurt a lot less!"

Suddenly, Michael howled in pain as Lucifer stomped on his brother's toes as hard as he could with a smile on his face. His brothers gathered around him in worry and Raphael glared at Lucifer, "You always hurt people! Your shoes will hurt people too! Wait till Father hears about this."

Raphael flew away to tell God about what Lucifer did as Lucifer called out to him sarcastically, "Tattle-tail! I swear that one day something bad will happen to snitches!"

(End of my mind palace)

"You're crazy," Raphael came to the conclusion, nodding with Gabriel after they heard my idea for what happened with Lucifer falling. "I mean that can be the only explanation for why you think we always wore sandals instead of closed toed shoes...you're completely mad-bonkers if you will."

I rolled my eyes. Some people just don't know a piece of plain good imagination when they see it. Eric laughed and told me, "You're brilliant! Where did you come up with such a funny story?"

I gave him a bright smile, throwing my hands up in the air. "Finally! At least someone understands my obvious superior intelligence."

"Thank you for the shoes and shirt," Eric said politely with a small smile in the corner of his mouth. Wow, he really is so different from the Eric that I know. Could he have been really like this when we was human? What happened? Did the murder of his entire family completely change him that much where he lost sight of himself? What happened, Eric...though I doubt you would really tell me what happened since you're a no good stupid corpse.

Eric suddenly leaned in close to my face with an awed expression as he bluntly stated, "You are really beautiful. I've never seen someone like you before."

"I'm the only woman you've met right now so of course you think I'm pretty," I explained to him then when he started to lean closer, so close that his nose almost touched mine, that I punched him in the face. Eric clutched his nose in pain as I shot to my feet, glaring at the corpse. "Look, you need to respect the bubble of space that everyone's got around them especially mine!"

Suddenly my front door burst open and Pam came through just as Eric yelled out, "WHO THE FUCK IS SHE?!"

Eric hunched over as he quickly apologized, "I'm sorry. That was rude. I'm really sorry."

"Fuck," Pam cursed and Michael muttered, "Language, Pamela."

She gave him the middle finger as I laughed. "I love you, Pam. You're my soul animal. He doesn't remember shit and he's totally the opposite of the stupid corpse too."

Pam looked worried as she ordered, "You have to hide him."

My glare turned so deadly that even my uncles backed away from me. "You want me to hide the corpse? Me?! I'll kill him because he'll annoy the fuck out of me. Fuck you! No way!"

Michael pinched my ear and growled, "Watch. Your. Language. All of you."

I zapped him away from me since I wasn't really having anyone's shit tonight. "Go away. Pam, I can't babysit him."

"Look, I can't take him because that is the first place that they'll look then they will go to Godric's-oh wait they can't because he's missing too," Pam barked. "Bill neither the witches will suspect Eric's enemy to hide him away since we all know how much you hate our kind."

My jaw hardened. "Witches, huh?"

"Yeah and guess what their coven is called? The Moon Goddess Emporium. Anyone familiar to you."

I gaped and answered, "You think Hecate is behind this."

"It would make sense since Godric is missing and now he dumped her daughter and is practically in love with you," Pam explained. As I opened my mouth in shock to reply to her, she held up a hand. "Look, we don't have time for your dramatic love triangle with my maker and Godric. You will hide Eric."

"Bill is your king right so maybe I'll just hop on over and tell him all about it," I threatened.

Pam sped over to me and threatened me back, "Tell Bill or Sookie and I'll rip you to pieces."

Eric shoved Pam away from me in the blink of an eye and we watched curiously as she slid against the wood from the living room and straight in the kitchen then hit her head against the fridge. I smiled sarcastically at her then whispered to Eric, "Good job."

"Be nice to her," Eric warned.

Pam gave him a fake ass smile as she said evenly, "Belle-"

"You mean Your Benevolent Divine Goddess," I corrected. "You may continue, Pammy."

Pam raised an eyebrow at my smirk as she continued, "I think Bill set Eric up. He sent him to the witches, knowing that it was some kind of trap so that he could finally get rid of Eric once and for all. It wouldn't be the first time."

"He did it before?! When?! I'll kill scowl lines!"

"He tried to sliver Eric and covered him in cement so that he couldn't be able to be free and he tried to have me killed as well."

My hands curled angrily into tight fists. How could he do that? I thought Bill was good...what did I miss? "Look, let's get one thing straight here. If anyone is gonna kill any of you bozos, it's gonna me. You got that. Good. If I'm going to hide the corpse then I wanna get paid. I don't mean cheap pay, I want the expensive kind like celebrity appearance kind of price."

"Fine," she grumbled then sped away.

"Where can you sleep," I asked, looking at Eric. "I haven't exactly got an underground batcave like Batman, you know?"

Michael was looking at his phone as he stated, "Raziel just told me that you should check underneath the window seat in your bedroom."

"How does he-"

"He's knows every secret...even our Father's," Michael elaborated. "Once Celeste left, Father put in Raziel in her place instead so he's now an archangel. He usually keeps to himself because he knows all of everyone's dirty little secrets so I imagine it would very embarrassing for some and for him."

All of us piled into my bedroom as I shoved the window seat door open and saw a dark abyss. I threw a shirt down there since I couldn't see shit. I growled as I saw a room with white walls. THE BASTARD HAS A FRONT ROW SEAT TO A PEEP SHOW! His "room" has a nice view of my bathroom, bed, and dresser! WHAT A PERV!

"I KNEW IT," I screamed in triumph. "I told you guys that he's a perv! He's trying to get a glimpse of this ass!"

My eyes narrowed in suspicion as I went to my closet and drawers, seeing the everything was color coordinated from bright colors to dark ones. A fucking rainbow he created out of my precious things. Should I even think about looking into my underwear draw to find out what he did? I glanced across to my bookcase, seeing that he put- "Oh no he didn't!"

"What?" Gabriel asked curiously. "What troubles has he caused you now?"

"He put them in numerical order like the weirdo that he is," I responded then felt like pulling out my hair. "I'm going to murder him."

Eric followed me down the stairs after I threw another fit of anger. I groaned in frustration as I stormed towards the fur covered bed and saw my family photo album laid out onto his bed with pictures thrown about. I inspected the photos and smiled at one of bucktooth Lillian as she swung her arm around my shoulders, messing up my hair with her hand. I put it into my back pocket before turning to Eric who was looking intently into a photo of Celeste. "What is it?"

"I know her," he whispered.

"The blonde one?" I asked anxiously.

He shook his head. "No, the brown haired one. She looks like you."

I gasped softly and realized that he was talking about Hecate who took a picture with Lillian and our mother. I turned the picture over and it read, "Et Malejicis et Lunam."

"The Witches of the Moon," Eric said.

"They already knew that she was powerful," I muttered to myself.

"I'm sorry," he said and took the picture away from me and put it back into the photo album. "This hurts you...I won't talk about it anymore then."

I gave him a grateful smile. "Thanks, corpse."

His smile faltered a little bit as I realized that he hated that nickname...maybe I should change it. I grabbed his hand and he beamed at him as I asked, "Corpse is Eric's name...you're not Eric. You're different just like Godric was when he became Darth Vader...uh, he went cuckoo in short terms. You need a new name."

"What will it be?" He asked with excitement.

I thought about it for a moment then suggested, "What about Edward-wait, no, too Twilight. You'll be the butt of every joke out there...I know, what about Ed?"

"Ed," he repeated, testing the name out. He nodded in agreement. "People can call me Eddie, only my friends though. Everyone else must call me Ed except for you, Belle. You can call me Eddie."

I chuckled. "Thanks, Eddie. Well, you better get some rest."

"Thank you again for all of this," Eric/Eddie said politely. "You didn't have to."

"You're right I didn't," I replied with a light shrug. "Oh by the way, Eddie I swear to God if I see your eyes poking out while I'm sleeping then I'll castrate you."

I crawled up the ladder and went out of the bedroom to find everything to shit. I heard fighting going on downstairs. I snarled viciously as I saw my house was trashed and my uncles and Celeste were fighting each other all over the place.

I stomped outside and pointed my finger at them. "You lot ruined my house-my father's house. I banish you all from here until I say otherwise."

They stopped fighting as the ground rumbled with my finger still pointed towards them. There was a bright light that blinded me for a moment before I opened my eyes and they were all gone. Oh no...what happened?

I swear that I must be going crazy because I started to hear something like a voice.

"Hello," someone said from behind her and she saw a middle aged beautiful woman with a stained nightgown. "You. I saw your face in the flames."

"Who are you?"

She walked closer to me as she said, "I am Antonia. The spirits told me of you and your power. I was skeptical until this."

"What did I do?"

"You opened the door."

"The door to where?" I said impatiently. "Please just tell me already."

Antonia opened her mouth before she started to suddenly scream in pain as flames engulfed all around her and she disappeared. My eyes were wide as I glanced around, wondering what the hell is going on?

"You opened the door to Hell," Hecate answered as she came from behind a nearby tree and it was not creepy at all. I stared at her with hard eyes. "Why so angry all of the sudden?"

"Where's Godric? What the hell happened to Eric?"

"Look," Hecate began. "The era of the vampires has ended. They've had their fun, but now it's time for a new reign. A new era. The witches will take back what is rightfully their's and I will help them. Now because you opened up the gates, our powers are now magnified."

"How exactly?"

Hecate smirked. "Wouldn't you like to know? If you join us then I'll tell you."

"Where are my uncles and my mother?"

"Lucifer is holding them for me," Hecate said. "My sons have betrayed me it seems by inserting themselves into your life. Celeste is back home, you should've seen the way they treated your mother."

"Let's be honest here, she's as evil as they come. She didn't even say hello to me. If I cared, I might have been offended. Thank God, I'm cold on the inside then."

Hecate let out a mirthless chuckle at me. "Perhaps. Evil isn't born, it's made into. If you think Celeste was evil when you annoyed her, what do you think I'll do if you don't obey me, Belle?"

"I can see why God decided to separate from you."

"He and I had different opinions," Hecate said with a light shrug. She waved her hand in the air and a huge black and purple hole formed into thin air. "You have seven days to decide-one for each of my children starting tomorrow. Today I took Godric, tomorrow could be Eric or Sookie or Leon or even Alcide so I would choose quickly."

"What happens if I choose wrong? What is even the choice?"

Before Hecate stepped into the black and purple hole, she replied, "It's simple really, my dear Belle. Join us, fight for us or I'll make sure you see everyone you love die right before your eyes, knowing that there is nothing that you can do about it. You want to be on my husband's good side well, now you get to be God for seven days. Choose wisely. Lives are literally in the palm of your hand."

TBC…

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