Chapter 1 - Nightmare?

I stare out of the window of my mom's jeep, watching trees go by. It has been a week since we started to move. Originally, my mom came out here to move our stuff in and start unpacking, she had wanted to let me spend a little more time with my friends. She was finally done with unpacking the house, so she decided to drive me out. She could have just gotten me a plane ticket to fly me here, but no, my mom HAD to drive me out here herself.

I didn't really want to move, I really loved California, but it gave me chances to see places that I never seen before. It reminded me of when mom decided to take us to Okinawa, we ended up staying there for five years. Now, I'm moving again, to Ravenwood, Washington. I have to say, this place is beautiful. So much plant life, a lot more then Cali.

"Mom" I said turning to face her "How long before we get there?" She glanced at me smiling.

"We'll be there in a couple of hours, you should get some sleep" she said looking back at the road. I wasn't tired but I turned away from her and pulled out my phone. I put my head phones on and put on one of my favorite playlist, Slipknot. The first song that played was "The Devil In I"(Song above). What can I say, I'm a girl who love rock music, and I can fall asleep to it (I did that once, when I woke up, I realized I missed a bunch of songs that I love :[ ).

Slowly, my eyes drifted close. I guess I was more tired then I thought. With that thought, I drifted to sleep.

Everything was pitch black, and it felt like I was floating. In the background I could hear my song still playing. Suddenly it stopped. Nothing. Then glossy, tar black hands, where all around me, dragging me down. I struggled, trying to break out of their grip, but they were to strong.

All of a sudden, I was falling in a gray sky. I flailed, panicking for a second. Then I remembered that this was a dream. I calmed down. This is a dream Rose, when your about to hit the ground, you'll wake up. The ground got closer and closer. I didn't wake up. Welp, this is going to suck. I hit the ground, and felt a sharp pain go through me. How the heck am I feeling pain in a dream? I rolled on to my back, crimson sand covering me. I hate sand.

I heared sand shifting and crunching under someones feet. I quickly got up, forgetting that I was dreaming. A person in a pure white cloak. Ok, this does not make any sense. It is sweltering here! How are they wearing that thing!?! I brushed sand off of me and shook some out of my hair. "Hello?" I said to them. They didn't hear me. They didn't even see me.

The ground shook and a huge crack appeared, sand falling into it. Black fire irrupted from it. It didn't feel hot. It was ice cold, even from where I was standing. It was worse then a blizzard. It could probably be compared to dried ice. But is was probably colder then that, since I could feel it from where I was standing.

The person in the cloak took a knee near the flames. "My lord" the man in the cloak said. Well the voice was deep, but I guess it could have been a women. Wait . . . did they just call the fire a lord!?! Is there a person in there? A honeyed voice came out of the fire.

"Rise Azrael" the being said "It has been a long time since I have seen you, brother." The man called Azrael stood up.

" Did you need something from me Lucifer?" Azrael asked. Lucifer? As in Lucifer fucking Morningstar? Oh Hell no. Wait, this is a part of hell isn't it? Well, Shit.

" My daughter is turning 18 in three months, you know what that means, correct?" Lucifer said. Azrael nodded. " I need you to retrieve her from earth." he told him.

"My lord, I will do what you wish, but how will I know who she is?" Azrael asked.

"I have a way" Lucifer said. Then the fire disappeared. It irrupted right in front of me. I startled back, slipping in the sand, starting to fall. A pale hand came out of the flames and grabbed my wrist and stopping me from falling. A burning pain went through my wrist where he grabbed it. The moment he did, Azrael seemed to be able to see me. Lucifer held up my wrist. "This mark is on her wrist, this will tell you who she is, and you now know exactly what she looks like".

Lucifer turned back to me. "I will see you again, very soon Rose, my daughter" What the HECK? The flames parted slightly and I was looking a bright green eyes, much like my own. "Good bye Rose, now Wake up."

I opened my eyes and I realized that "The Devil in I" was still playing. I was only asleep for a few seconds I realized. Then the song reminded me of my dream? Nightmare? Whatever it was, I didn't like it. I grabbed my phone and quickly skipped the song and it went to "Unsainted". It was like all the songs were mocking me.

I ended up just turning off spotify and went back to looking out the window.

I looked back at my phone to look at the time when my sleeve slid down a bit. I was barley able to keep in my gasp. It was the mark that I saw in my dream. What the Fiddlesticks!?! (Do ya'll know what that is from?) I pulled my sleeve back up panicking slightly.

How is this possible? I've got to be in another nightmare or something! This can't be happening! Of course, at that moment, my mom decided to look at me. She some how saw the mark. SHIT!

"When did you get a tattoo?" My mom asked. Why the heck is she not freaking out like a normal mom? Oh wait . . . she's not normal.

"Your not mad?" I asked her, still a little fearful.

"Why would I? I've been waiting for you to get over your fear of needles. This just tell me you did". (This is super true, though I'm not over it -_-) "And it's a nice tattoo, who ever did it, did it well".

I've got to hand it to my mom, she is definitely one of the coolest moms ever. I glanced at her. I know that look. She's seen this before. What is she not telling me?

I turned back to the window to clear my thoughts. I closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep. I woke up a couple seconds later. It was the same dream, though it was different this time. I didn't feel anything. So I came up with the conclusion that my subconscious was messing with me. Everything is against me now, even myself. GREAT. This is going to be a LONG drive.