Boston Mass. !997Abigail was back in the room, the room where she was raped. But all she could see were the shadows of the desks. The room was completely empty. She stood in the middle of the room looking around, it was unreal, nothing had changed. When she looked over at the teacher's desk the memory of what happened to her came back in flashes. She was so drunk that night, it was her first time drinking and Azria had failed to warn her. She could see it clearly, as if she was watching it. This time instead of focusing on the terrible thing Mr. Anderson had done to her, she noticed that his eyes were cobalt, deep like the sea. They were the same color as Azria's. The exact same,the same storm brewing, the same lighting. Everything was the same, it was actually terrifying.As the scene played out in front of her, she realized she was stuck in yet another nightmare. Only instead of reliving the event she was looking at it through a microscope. She also noticed that Mr. Anderson resem

“So how are we gonna handle the Angel problem?” Lust asked as she walked into the bar. Envy, Greed, and Wrath were sitting at a table in the corner. They had taken the lead, leaving the others to just go along with whatever they could come up with. “Personally,” Lust continued. “I would just confront whoever this Angel is. They are interfering with the prophecy and we all know Micheal wants this war just as much as Lucifer. Why send an Angel to protect a soul that rightfully belongs to hell?” Lust was in the beginning stages of one of her famous rants. “It just doesn't make any sense. I mean..”“Yes, we know Lust, but you know what else doesn't make any sense confronting an Angel. We may be the Seven Deadly Sins, but we are still low ranking demons. Do you know how fast an Angel will dispose of us? Pretty fucking fast.” Wrath was right to be fearful. They did not know how powerful the Angel was or who it was, and if his brush with Daniel had taught Wrath anything it was that looks can

The blood slowly ran down Daniels back and the whip continued to open fresh wounds on his back. The pain was relentless, and excruciating. “Is that all you got?” Daniel screamed at no one in particular, his voice slightly wavering. He was determined not to give whoever was on the other side of the whip the satisfaction of seeing him show weakness. The only response he received was the most unsettling laugh he has ever heard. He looked around and saw nothing but black, charred dirt. It was quiet , which was unusual in Hell. Someone was always screaming. Suddenly the outer circle of the pit he was chained in caught fire. Daniel watched as the fire crawled its way closer to him. He could feel the heat coming off of it. It burned bright, and fierce. All Daniel could see was fire, and in it his mothers face on the day he died. Daniel could no longer hold in his pain and he screamed out in agony. “Danny, my boy I can’t seem to understand why you have made a mess of collecting one simple s

It had been a week since Abigail had seen outside, she felt as if she was being kept prisoner. Her phone had been buzzing non-stop with texts from Paul. Abigail had resisted the urge to text him back but she was beginning to get claustrophobic. “So, how much longer am I going to be stuck inside this church?” Abigail asked as Wyatt entered the room with her lunch. “Honestly I have no idea, I was sent down here to monitor my brother, and he had disappeared since throwing a spiritual grenade in your hands.” Wyatt answered. “I could be stuck in this room for the rest of my life?” Abigail began to panic. “Well, that is a possibility.” Wyatt said nonchalantly, which only irritated Abigail more. She wanted to breathe fresh air, feel the sun on her skin. She wanted to go and get coffee and sit at the coffee shop. At the thought of the coffee shop, the last memory she had of it started playing like a movie in her head. Daniels wings, the sword, the black blood. Abigail was quickly reminde