Chapter Two

“WHAT’S this place?” I asked Kairos. A moment ago, we were in the hospital. But one clicked from his fingers and we were already transported to another place. We were on the edge of a cliff right now. I don’t fucking know where the hell is this place. 

I looked at the death angel beside me. I have no choice but to believe he’s really a death angel. My death angel. I still couldn't believe this is all happening to me. I wanted to believe that everything is just a dream. That none of this was real. 

"How many times do I have to tell you, but you are not dreaming, Cresia. This is real. This is your reality."

His eyes went on a deeper shade of black as he looked at me. Suddenly, fear enveloped me. I automatically took a step back from him. 

It was all that little girl’s fault. If she didn't run to me that night, I wouldn't have saved her. I wouldn't die. 

“We are in the middle of heaven and hell.”

What?! 

"Look up."

I looked up just like what he said. I was welcomed by flashes of blinding lights. The sky was so blinding yet it looks so fucking beautiful. 

"Now, look down."

When I looked down, I was greeted by a sea of fire. Fires were literally everywhere. As I continued to look down the fire below me, loud screams filled me. Fuck. I couldn't stand those shrieks.

I felt like my ears were going to explode anytime soon. Fuck. 

“Hell.” Kairos turned to me. “That's going to be your destination. You will rot there forever.” 

I shivered in fear. I couldn't believe what I just saw. I didn't believe then that after life was real. I looked at Kairos. No. I can’t imagine myself there. “No. I won’t go to hell.” I can't let that happen. 

He just smirked at me. "But you deserve hell."

“There will be judgment first, right?" I tried to remember everything I learned from my religion class. "I should be placed in purgatory first!" 

“Purgatory?” He laughed as if I just made a joke. “There’s no such thing as that. That term was just invented by you mortals.” His face turned serious. “You deserve to be in hell. You are a bad person, Cresia.”

“Fine. I may be a bad person, okay. I admit to that. But I'm not a criminal,” I defended myself. 

“Your sins in your twenty-nine years in life are enough to throw you in hell.”

“How can you fucking say that? You don't even know me!” 

Damn. I won't let my soul be thrown in that filthy place. No fucking way. 

He grinned. “I know you well enough.”

Suddenly, he was holding a piece of paper. It was silver in color and it was shining. He looked at it and read whatever seemed to be written on it. 

“Lucresia Ariana Torres. Born: Dec 16, 1989. You are a product of a one night stand. You were five years old when your mother left you. You were raised by your aunt who died when you’re eighteen—”

“How did you know all of that?” I interrupted him. I couldn't believe my entire biography was written on that piece of paper! 

He just threw me a glance before he went back to that silver paper in his hand. “You grew up without having friends," he continued. 

"All your colleagues hate you. Especially Rianna. She loathed you for stealing her boyfriend. Just last night, you committed another adultery.”

How the fuck did he know all of these? He's much worse than a private investigator. And wait. Wait. “What adultery are you talking about?”

“What you did with that guy named Mark is adultery.”

“What the fuck!” I exclaimed. “We just fucking kissed!" I defended myself. "That guy isn’t even married. And you consider that adultery?"

He folded the paper before looking at me. “Do you know how many times you violated the Ten Commandments? A thousand times.” His face grew serious. “And you know what’s worse? Two people died because of you.”

“What? Don't you dare accuse me!" I pointed my finger at him. "Fine. I’m a bitch but I’m not a murderer.” I was a bad person, that I admit. But I was not a murderer. "I didn't kill anyone." How the hell was he accusing me of killing two people? 

“Remember a guy named Harold? You dated him knowing he’s already engaged. Do you know what happened to her fiancée? The poor girl just committed suicide."

One side of his lips turned up. "Same with Michael. His girlfriend ended her life because of you.”

“It was their fault. Not mine," I answered back. "It's not my fault those women ended their lives just because of stupid men. And it's not my fault all men are assholes." 

Kairos grinned. “See? Hell is the right place for you. You're selfish. You're greedy. You only care about your life."

Fuck. “No way in hell. What about the good things I’ve done?”

He raised his brow as if challenging me. “Can you think of one?”

"Of course!" I tried to think of one good thing I've done recently. 

"Having a hard time, human? Admit it, you've never done a single good thing in your life."

“The little girl! I saved her. If I didn't take her place, I'm sure she's the one in the ICU right now.” I smirked. “See? I don't deserve hell.”