Debbie eyed Morticia. The room had black walls, a dark brown wooden floor, a brown wooden bunk bed along with an ash tray and books in the corner. The room was at most thirty square feet. "Morticia."
"Debbie." Morticia felt extremely awkward. She sighed. "Why did Satan bring me to you?"
"I'm part of your training. Morticia, when that dreadful little demon baby of yours killed me... I was sent to Hell. I was treated as Satan's queen for days but there was a slight... error. He would beat me... but the error was, that we couldn't be together unless I trained you. You're his focus. His life! If he has you, he has everything. He can't get you unless you submit to him. And you will. I'll see to that." Debbie said. "So, let's begin." She led Morticia over to the bed. On the bed was an outfit identical to hers. "Welcome to Hell boot camp! This is your new outfit."
"I am not wearing that." Morticia said. She hated short dresses. She would only wear a short dress if it had long sleeves and at least tights under it. And that was back when she was but a child. Even then, all she ever wore was black.
"If you don't want Satan to play with Pugsley any more than he already has, you will." Debbie told her. "So, put on the dress. Satan wants your wounds to be exposed." So Morticia dawned the dress and realized for the first time that the dresses shined. Like, fire... and she hated every part of wearing it. It stung her arms and her back but she ignored the pain and focused on her family.
"There. Now what? Is that all?" Morticia asked.
"No." Debbie stated. "As a soon-to-be earth Satan, you will have to go through a... well almost like a realistic dream..." Debbie forced two black pills down Morticia's throat and the scenery instantly changed. She saw herself. Only she was not herself. Her dress was fire red, long sleeved, and similar to the one she was wearing now. And her hair was pinned up. She was on a throne made of bones and piles of dead bodies were around her. She seemed happy about this. About the pain she had caused. And there was Gomez before her. He looked completely miserable, starving, bleeding. He looked at her with pleading eyes. She stared daggers into him. "You could have saved me. I believed in you. And now see who I am... I'm..." Gomez was in tears. "I'm the devil." Mortcia, the real, helpless Morticia watching from afar tried to scream but no sound came out. She was being held hostage in this horrific dream-state. And the worst part was, she was her own captour.
"Querida, " Gomez began. Again, the real Morticia's eyes filled with tears. "I know I failed you. I know. I know you hurt and you're angry. But I also know this isn't you. Please, come back to me. If you could just see what your doing before you hurt me. Before you hurt our son. Please wake up."
But this new Morticia was not moved. "Kill him." She ordered a man. He did not budge. "Remember, your family's lives are on the line, move it." She snapped. The man grabbed Gomez and thrust a knife through his heart. But not before Gomez shot her a painful, wounded heartbroken glance. And the real Morticia ran to him, crying, kneeling by his side. Crying into him because of what she had done. And she felt as though sound would come out of her throat. "No!" She screamed. "What did I do? Oh, God! What did I do?" And the dream was gone. She awoke in a panicked cry on the bottom bunk of the bed. She put her hands to her face and wept in them. "What have I done?"
Debbie walked up to Morticia and slapped her. "Shut up!" she yelled.
"No, I killed him!" Mortcia screamed. "I killed everybody! Please, I can't live like this! This can't be my reality. Please, Debbie! Please, help me!" She pleaded. She cried more. "I can't loose my family. I can't loose Gomez because that and only that is my true Hell. And please don't make that my reality, please. I love him. Please, Debbie. Nobody is that evil."
"There isn't a damn thing I can do to change it. And if you think nobody is that evil, you haven't even seen what Satan has in store for you." Debbie said. "Get some sleep. Your training begins in the morning. It lasts one week."
"What are you training me in?" Morticia asked.
"The seven deadly sins."
Gomez had tried nearly everything in the book. Except that of the ones which involved killing. There was only one he had not tried. One must confess a sin and put it under the bed. He presented his idea to the family.
"I'll do it, father." Pugsley said. He then wrote everything he had done to his mother and placed it under his parents' bed. The family all went upstairs and nothing happened. For an hour, they waited. But then, Gomez remembered the last gateway he read about. The one that said if two souls remained one... his halluciation was right. Satan said they're souls were bound! Soon, the bedroom began to shake. They began to fall and soon they all saw a vortex under the bed and they were all sucked into it. And before the vortex closed completely. Gomez grabbed the last thing he could get his hands on... a big, black bag.
And the family fell into what looked like a midevil villiage. Only the sky was red and there was a dirt road. They could hear screams mingled with waves crashing on a nearby beach. Then they saw exactally what they had to take down... a fire red and pitch black castle. It was at least an hour's walk. And they started walking. Then, they stopped. They noticed everything had gone quiet, everything stopped. And soon, darts were shot into them and everything went black.
The family awoke in a huge cell. Barefoot men with no faces in black tunics stood outside their door. The one man turned to Gomez. "I know what you're doing." He said. "Don't even think about it."