1 Day 1: Day of His Death

Year - 2021

Month - December

Day - Twenty Fifth

Pov - Mikey

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"It sounds an awfully lot like Christmas- Everywhere you gooooo!", spoke the singing voice of a young maiden. Michael enjoyed the music, as he always does every year.

Today was his eighteenth Christmas, and all he could do was sit in happiness. Everything was happy around him, no death, or sadness around. Everything was just... right.

That is, until out of the corner of his eye, he could see three figures. One was taller than the others, all seemed to be female. And they seemed to be following him.

"-fuckin' shut up, Moxxie! You sluts better not fuck up on this mission, or so help me, I'll fucking peg the both of you! Now shoot this ... uh, is this the target the client stated...?", the tall one stated, trying to be quiet, ignoring the two others who replied 'kinky' at her previous threat. But he had heard everything.

Michael was one of the nicest people around, the kindest one you could ever meet. But there was one thing in his past that he had never forgotten.

When he was a child, him, and his then best friend, and childhood crush, were playing in a lake. The one moment that he had turned away from her, his friend drowned. He had tried to save her, desperately, but only ended up having to let her go in order to swim back up himself. He hated himself for that.

He had inadvertently been the cause of his best friends death, and it seemed that, that might be why he was being pursued. By weird red things, cute, but weird. He didn't know that however.

"Well, ah don't know what you mean, but a mission is a mission. Sorry Darlin', whoever you're supposed to be to the client, we'll see ya in hell.", whispered the shortest one, as she aimed. And fired. All of a sudden, there was a hole where his heart was supposed to be, and his happy day, turned upside down.

Sounds were tuning in and out around him, and then, he fell on his back. Two out of the three red beings came closer to him, as the third shouted obscenities to the two.

He barely heard anything, until, the face of the one who hadn't spoken much before hovered over his. Her face was... quite adorable, really. Gray-Black hair, freckles on her red cheeks, and black horns with tiny white stripes.

"I'm... sorry. I wish we didn't have to do this to you, after learning some things about you. If it wasn't for the client, I'm sure you would have had a long nice life. But don't worry, hell isn't too bad. Come visit us, maybe you'll find answers, in the Pride Ring.", she said, giving a small smile. At least she was nice, Michael thought.

He felt sleepy, all of a sudden, as the pain around his heart that wasn't there anymore faded, dulled into nothing. Michael gave off a weak smile, and gently caressed the little being's cheek, seemingly shocking the other two, and making the one he caressed widen her eyes.

"I'm guessing.... you're a demon... right? If that's the case... then yeah, I'll take you up on your offer. Thanks, for trying to make a bad situation a good one. Guess .. I'll see ya in.... hell...", he spoke, roughly at first, then as his voice faded with his body, he died.

The three demon's sat there in silence. The tall one, couldn't really believe what she witnessed, as usually they killed their targets with speed, or if they didn't, they were always hateful. This one... wasn't.

And that really messed with their minds, especially Moxxie's. She was actually hoping Michael would find their place, and maybe she could apologize properly. But, for now, they had to give their client the good news. Their client, just so happened to be a young demoness.

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Michael woke up, in the middle of a street, where the sky was bright red. He leaned up, feeling like he had a bad headache, his hand going up to feel his head, when he froze. His hand was now red, just like the demons. Which means he was too now. He remembered what the cute one with freckles said, the Pride Ring. Is that the main location he should go, to find them? Probably.

He got up from the ground, stumbling a bit as he wasn't used to the extra support from his new limb, seeing it was a tail as he looked back, before gradually walking around. He found what looked like a hotel that was about half way built up, and at the front of it was a young girl, looking proud over the progress.

He approached the girl, and tapped her shoulder, before jumping away as she screeched in surprise, flames bursting out around her, and her face changing to a more sinister one. He's gonna have to get used to that.

"U... Uhm, sorry, I just wanted to ask... do you know where the Pride Ring is..?", Michael asked. The girl held up a finger, as she calmed her heart, before looking back at him, one eye squinted, as the other raised.

"Yes, but... who are you? And why'd you have to scare me like that?! I'm Charlie, by the way.", she replied.

"I do apologize again, but I just needed some help. My name is Michael, but you can call me Mikey, if you would prefer that. It's nice to meet you. I died only recently, I think, at least, I'm not sure if time is different here.", Michael replied, scratching at where his heart wound was.

"Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that! Well, as to where the Pride Ring is located, it's three zones away from here, and we are located in the Lust Ring. It's uhm.... very... sexual around these parts. You'll get used to it, but to get to the Pride Ring, you have to take the Pain Train, which is a few miles away from here in the east direction.", she stated. Michael smiled in appreciation, hugging her suddenly, before taking off in said direction.

"Thank you! Maybe we'll see each other again, yeah?", Michael yelled back, though he didn't hear a response, which made him shrug.

Back with Charlie, she was crimson red, but she was happy beyond words, a demon that was actually nice, rather than mean, or evil. She was actually looking forward to meeting the demon boy again.