Chapter Fifty Four

When Isabelle awoke, she wasn't on Earth.

"Oh, this one's up," a voice said.

Isabelle sat up and looked at the two people standing above her. One was a woman, the other a man. No…they weren't. They weren't human at all. Their eyes were black as night.

They were demons.

Isabelle gulped. "Um…hello."

The girl scanned her with a tool. It looked like those things that security guards use to check if you have any concealed weapons.

It made a beeping noise.

"You're clear," the girl said. "Right this way."

"I'm sorry, but what's going on?" Isabelle asked.

"Well, you're in hell," the man said. "Sorry about that."

"You guys seem very nice," Isabelle said.

"Well, we were all human once," the girl said. "Anyway, this stupid angel, Metatron, closed off heaven, so all of the good souls have been coming here. You're one of them. We set up this big room for you guys, with a movie on to keep you entertained."

"What movie?" Isabelle asked.

"Avengers," the guy said.

"Good taste," she said nodding.

"So, anyway," the girl said. "As soon as heaven opens up, you'll be sent there."

"Alright," Isabelle said.

"You seem to be taking your death pretty well," the guy said.

Isabelle shrugged. "Not much I can do about it. And I'm going to heaven anyway, so…."

"Seems pretty reasonable," the girl said. "So hey," they reached the door. "Try not to wander off so much. It gets really annoying, and someone might torture you by accident. But just in case," she took Isabelle's arm and put a silver wrist tie on it.

"Enjoy your movie," they said, opening the door.

"Thanks," Isabelle said, slipping into the theatre. It was crowded, and as she watched, several more people walked in, and rows kept appearing for more space.

Isabelle sat down and watched Avengers for a while. But then it went on repeat, and repeat…and she got bored.

Really, really, bored.

And she got up. And sneaked out of the theatre.

...

She had to be very quiet. She didn't want any demons noticing her, even if she was wearing the special wrist band. She snuck by a corridor when she stopped. She noticed that this wall was different from the others. It was slightly transparent, like it would break easily.

She pressed her fingers to it, and fell through.

Isabelle fell across a scene that felt somewhat familiar. The thing that she noticed almost immediately was that there were two versions of Jake Abel, and a Mark Pelligrino.

One of the Jakes was whipping the other Jake. Mark sat in a corner, looking bored.

Everyone stopped and turned to Isabelle as she walked in.

"Who are you?" Mark asked, sitting up.

"I'm Isabelle," she said. "And you are?..."

"Satan," he said. "Nice to meet you."

"I'm Michael," said the one whipping.

The other Jake said, "I'm Adam,"

"Okay…" Isabelle said, starting to turn. "I think that I came in the wrong door…."

"Don't leave!" Lucifer said. "This is the most interesting thing that has happened in years!"

"I-" Isabelle said. Right then, another person came through the door.

Everyone turned to him.

"Who are you?" Michael asked.

The man smiled. "The name's Jim Moriarty."

"What are you doing here?" asked Lucifer.

"Well, I was being tortured, but I stole the whip and started to whip the demon, so everyone got mad and chased me," Moriarty said, shrugging.

"Nice," Isabelle said. What else could she say?

"How did you guys get in here?" Lucifer asked.

"The wall…it's like transparent," Isabelle said.

"What are you even doing in hell?" Adam asked. "You don't seem like a bad soul."

"Oh, um, some angel, Metatron, closed off heaven, so for now, hell is keeping all of the good souls in a separate room. They're keeping them busy by watching Avengers."

"What's that?" Michael asked. They all had blank looks on their faces.

"I…never mind."

"Who are you?" Moriarty asked her.

"I'm Isabelle," she said.

"What's your last name?" Moriarty asked.

"I don't like to keep one," she said. "I've been moved around from so many foster homes, it starts to get ridiculous."

Moriarty sighed. "I'm kind of bored down here. You want to take over the world with me?"

"I'll do it," Lucifer offered. "I'm Lucifer, by the way."

They looked at Isabelle. Apparently, the offer wasn't extended to the other two.

Isabelle shrugged. "Sure, why not? It's a lot better than being stuck down here, anyway. Plus, hell is way more interesting than heaven."

"You got that right," Moriarty said.

So they snuck out the door, Lucifer sealing it behind him, locking Michael in, and they snuck out to Earth.

...

None of this was new to Isabelle. She's always been good at keeping secrets.

And she always wanted to kill someone, anyway.