{Unknown}

I paced my room back and forth waiting for the other shoe of justice to drop so to speak. It seems I've finally been caught by the one whose daughter I stole from their crib centuries ago and had her reincarnated into the human world. Even though I've been caught finally, I don't regret it.

The reason why I stole from those stupid Fallen Angels is because they think way too highly of themselves. They needed to be taken down a peg or two. The Fallen Angels are a part of the Royal Family in Hell because they used to be Angels but they fell from grace when they left the ruler to serve Satan. Fallen Angels are automatically granted the status of royalty because Satan himself is a Fallen Angel.

I stole a child from another Fallen Angel as well and had him reincarnated into the human world. I don't regret doing this and even if I'm sentenced to be tortured for all eternity I'm still happy with my choice.

However, I am sad that the daughter that I stole, her father as a couple of his servants watching her house. I do believe her name is Victoria. From what I know of Victoria has been deemed as crazy by the other humans and her mother is evil.

The other child, his name is Walter and I don't really know much about how his upbringing was but I hope his life is hell too.

What I hope is that Walter and Victoria don't find out who and what they really are anytime soon.

At the moment I'm stuck in a room at the castle in Hell (I'm surprised they didn't just put me in a dungeon) waiting for my punishment when the door slowly opened revealing a guard with a sneer on his face. I rolled my eyes. "Would it kill you to smile?"

The guard rolled his eyes and didn't say a word. He grabbed my hand and put a collar around my neck with a silver chain on it. The guard grabbed the chain in his hand and practically dragged me down the hallway as if he were walking a dog. Fine by me because I didn't give a damn.

The guard paused when we reached a room that had a set of two huge French doors and banged the knocker on it.

"ENTER!" I heard a voice shout. That voice brought a chill down my spine and I liked it. Unfortunately that voice belonged to the one who would be giving me my punishment.

When the guard and I entered the room I saw a man who had to at least be seven feet tall and possibly taller than that sitting on a gold throne. He gave me a look of disgust as another guard standing beside him handed him a scroll.

He read off the scroll what my name was and what my crimes were. Then he got to the punishment and that punishment made my blood run cold. "Ava Marie, not only will the memories of you will be wiped from the minds of your family because of the nature of your crimes, you will receive the highest punishment, the second death."

The second death to supernatural creatures isn't really a death as it is a purgatory of sorts. Satan will literally find a memory of yours that's the worst memory ever and lock you inside of it. I have a feeling of what memory he'll lock me inside of because that was the day that I started hating Fallen Angels. That was also when I came up with a plan to kidnap their children and have them reincarnated.

Okay, now I'm starting to regret my choice, sort of.

Satan looked at me and tilted his head while giving me a sinister smile. "Yeah no, that's not the second death that I have in mind for you."

I paused. "Huh?"

"You'll see," Satan said. He turned his attention to the guard standing by me. "Hand me her leash please."

The guard nodded. "Yes, Your Majesty."

The guard did as they were told and Satan yanked on my leash after he stood up from his throne and dragged me down another hallway.

"I'm not going to lock you up in any previous bad memories that you have of Fallen Angels. Because you stole from me and my right hand man, I'm going to make you have a new bad memory," Satan said.

I glared at him. "So what type of memory do you have in mind for me? Go ahead, do your worst!"

Satan laughed an evil laugh. "Oh don't worry I will."

Satan continued to drag me down the hallway until we stopped at a room that looked like it had nothing in it.

I blinked. "Is this my punishment? Being locked in a room with nothing in it? Wow, I thought you said you were going to do your worst!"

"Oh I am going to do my worst! This is just the start. You don't like Fallen Angels now, but you'll really hate us when I'm done with you," Satan said.

I tilted my head. "Yeah I doubt that. What could possibly be worse than what's already happened?"

Satan gave me an evil grin that sent chills down my spine and not in a good way. He pushed me into the room and right when I thought I was going to land on the floor I kept falling into a dark abyss until I landed on a chair. That hard landing knocked the wind out of me and I heard Satan laughing as he stood in front of me. He had something in his hand that looked like an earring with a ruby jewel on it. I looked at it and at first glance it looked like a regular earring. Before I had chance to do anything he promptly pierced my right ear and I found that I couldn't move.

"What the fuck! I can't move!" I said.

Satan laughed a sinister laugh. "That's the whole point my dear."

"Exactly what do you plan on doing to me?" I asked.

"Whatever I feel like, maybe a little torture here, some brainwashing there, hell I could probably just leave you here to agonize over what I might do next. Or maybe I'll turn you into a pet spider and back to a human so many times that you won't know what's up or down," He responded. I didn't say a word as I saw him go over to a nearby wall that had a shelf with a small dagger on it and picked it up. He gave me a big toothy smile as he said. "Now let's get started. You want me to do my worst so I'll show you what my worst is."

***

{Walter}

The next day I woke up at 8am surprised to see Victoria awake and cooking breakfast.

I blinked. "You're awake?"

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Victoria nodded. "Yeah, I couldn't sleep last night so I decided to get up. Hopefully I'll be tired enough to sleep tonight. I hope you're not allergic to eggs?"

I shook my head. "No I'm not."

"I also hope you don't mind them being scrambled because that's about the only way I know how to cook them," Victoria said.

I chuckled. "Scrambled is fine."

She nodded. "Okay then."

She grabbed two plates and split whatever amount of eggs she had in half and grabbed a slice of cheese to go with hers and after offering one to me.

We ate in a comfortable silence when I broke it by saying, "So what are you going to do today?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe I'll practice playing my keyboard again? Work on cleaning the house? I don't know just yet."

"You play the keyboard?" I asked.

Victoria nodded. "Yeah, I just started learning. I also have art class tomorrow afternoon. Maybe I could work on drawing someone as part of my homework but I haven't had any inspiration for it at the moment."

I smirked when I heard that. She raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"You said your homework is drawing someone?" I said.

She nodded again. "Yeah, why?"

"I could be your model if you want?" I suggested.

She choked. "Excuse me? You want me to draw you?" She composed herself. "Okay then, I'm not that great because I just started drawing not too long ago."

She went back to her room and came back out with a sketchpad and pencil. She sat down at the kitchen table and motioned for me to sit down across from her. "Take a seat and sit up straight."

I did what she asked me to. "Like this?"

"Yeah, that's great," She said. I had no idea how long I sat there holding the same pose but it didn't seem like it was that long when she said, "Done! Wow, that only took me a couple of hours. That's strange, most people say it takes longer to finish a sketch."

"Can I see it?" I asked.

"Sure," She said.

She showed me the picture and my jaw dropped. The image looked exactly like me! She hadn't colored it in yet but I wasn't sure if it needed to be. I have short brown hair that I usually have combed back and I have blue eyes. She drew me grinning at her while sitting up straight and I had a sweatshirt on as she only drew me from the waist up.

"How long ago did you just start drawing?" I asked.

She tilted her head. "About a couple of months, why?"

I shook my head. "There's no way that you started drawing a couple of months ago. Seriously?"

"Yeah? Why is it that good?" She said with a confused look on her face.

I nodded. "Yeah, I think it is really good!"

She gave me a skeptical look which I totally understand because I'm her caretaker so she thinks I'm just being nice. I'm not just being nice because I do think her drawing is awesome. Although that is the only drawing I've seen her do. If her other drawings are just as good I don't think she needs art classes.

Before I could say anything else I heard it. It was the same thumping noises that I heard the other night. Then I heard the voices. "No, we can't tell them yet…"

"Well we can have some fun at least, right?"

I heard a creaking noise coming from my room. "What the hell?"

"You heard it too didn't you?" Victoria asked.

I nodded. "Yup, I'm going to go check on something real quick."

I got to the bottom of the stairs when I heard the giggling. I turned back to Victoria to see that she was still sitting at the kitchen table. She looked at me and shrugged.

I heard another creaking noise coming from my bedroom as I slowly walked up the stairs. Yes, I get scared easily but try not to show it considering my line of work.

"What's the matter? Are you scared to go into your room?" Victoria said.

I turned around to see her standing behind me smirking. I shook my head. "No I'm not."

"Well then, why hesitate? Go see what's in your room, it's probably nothing," She said.

Before I could any further I heard a noise that sounded like a ball rolling down the hallway. My eyes went wide when I saw a baseball rolling out of my room and towards me. The baseball bounced down the steps and when I picked up I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

It was the very same baseball that I used when I first started learning how to play catch with my father.

There was another sound of a ball rolling out from my room but this time it was a soccer ball. The ball came rolling towards us and it bounced down the stairs. I noticed Victoria's eyes go wide when she saw the soccer ball.

She walked towards it cautiously and picked it up. "Where on earth did this come from?" She looked at the ball and there was writing on it. "Dear Victoria, sorry you can't play with us anymore. I hope your mother changes her mind, we could use you for a team. With love, Megan…"

I saw the color drain from Victoria's face. "I need to sit down."

I nodded and led her to the couch and she was still holding the soccer ball as she sat down. As she sat on the couch she hugged the soccer ball. I wondered if the ball held some importance to her but I figured it wouldn't be a good idea to pry so I said nothing.

"I'm bisexual," Victoria said.

I paused. "Okay?"

"Megan was my first girlfriend," Victoria continued. "I played soccer up until my senior year in High School when my mother married my heartless bastard of a stepdad. For whatever the reason my step dad didn't want me playing soccer and he made me quit the team. When he found out about my girlfriend he beat me half to death and told me to break up with her and never date another woman ever again.

"So I dated a couple of guys just to pacify him and that seemed to work until he put one of my boyfriends up to propose marriage to me and then guilt tripped me into saying yes. Three days before the wedding I worked up the courage to leave. I wrote the guy a farewell letter and fled to another state under a false ID. I heard that the guy I was supposed to marry went looking for me and got into a car accident and died on the way to the hospital."

She laughed a bitter laugh. "He's one of the people besides my step dad that I'm actually glad who's dead. Anyway, three years later I found out that my step dad was dead and he died of cancer. You wanna know what I did?"

I tilted my head. "What'd you do?"

"I had a party! I went out to a bar and got myself drunk and then the next day I went and got a cake. That was when I could still drink. I mean, I could still drink maybe one or two drinks but with the medicine that I take, I'm not taking any chances," Victoria said. "My brother and sister found me shortly after that and for whatever the reason they decided to move down to this state. I could've moved in with them to avoid this caretaker situation but I don't want to be a burden on them and I'm perfectly fine taking care of myself. And there's no way in hell I'd move in with my mom. Not after what she and my bastard step dad put me through!"

I opened my mouth to say something and then closed it. I thought I had it bad but I didn't have it as bad as Victoria did growing up. I can't even begin to fathom what it must've felt like to have a parent who was so cold that didn't want you to have any sort of happiness in your life. Victoria's a strong woman because anyone in her situation might have either killed themselves or turned to drugs. I've seen it happen one too many times to count.

She looked at me and shook her head. "Don't give me that look."

"What look?" I asked.

"The look that says you either want to throw me a pity party or praise me for being a 'strong woman.' I don't need a medal just because I chose to live," Victoria said. She suddenly perked up and grabbed her sketchpad after gently placing the soccer ball on the couch. She took a seat across from the couch and stared at the soccer ball.

"Uh, what-" I started.

She shushed me. "Don't talk yet, I just got an idea."

I stayed silent as she started drawing. After a moment or two she stopped. "There! Finished!"

She showed me the picture and it was a soccer ball with a pair of angel wings behind it.

I whistled at it, "Wow, you're really good at this!"

She smiled. "Thanks. At least I finished my homework for art class tomorrow."

I chuckled. "Yes, yes you did."

We didn't hear any strange noises coming from upstairs or anywhere else for the rest of the day. That was fine by me.