I take a deep inhale through my nose. Jogging was harder than expected, especially after treatment; fitness had become incredibly hard. My arms felt floppy and useless, my legs feeling like unneeded peddles as I jogged as casually as possible. I'd done this before, before I was put in the mirror maybe. It hurts to be inside here for to long, my limbs aching and my head hurting so bad that the Star-Keeper had told me himself that I needed to take it easy. While I was jogging, I knocked into an older demon, looking down at her. She was talking to a man named Jerold, whom I had never met- but this lady looked familiar. She turned to look at me, smiling up at me with shiny teeth; She held up a small teddy bear.

"Isn't Jerold beautiful?" She asked, awaiting my answer. I smiled, nodding gently. "He is quite stunning." I replied in nearly a croak. She smiled, laughing as I jogged off again. What a nice young lady, I frowned at the thought, looking back at her; and sure enough, a young demon lady sat there with a tall young man, smiling back at me. I frowned, then kept jogging, sighing. I don't have to report this. He'll think Im healthy. Just ask him if there is an old lady here. Just ask. 

I shuddered as I approached a door that read 'Hell'. As I entered Hell I casually stared at the already united group. There were kids age 15-69 who sat all huddled together, some organs on the floor. I noticed a heart lying there and wrinkled my nose. I was already hating Hell, and it hadn't even been a full minute. I looked at the guard, a male demon who stood at least a foot taller than me with dark skin. I spat on the mans shoe and he raised a brow, sighing. As he took out a note book and got comfortable, I noticed a man standing across from me. He had his head buried in a book like the guard, grumbling as he flipped the pages. I scooted over to him, looking at it. 

"What is it that you are reading kind sir?" I asked.  

"A book." He grumbled in a low voice.

"About?" 

"It's about science."

"What's a science?"

He closed the book abruptly, making me jump. He sighed. "It is the intellectual and practical activity encompassing the systematic study of the structure and behavior of the physical and natural world through observation and experiment." I nodded slowly. I like the sound of science. It almost sounds like a profession- a word I had learned from a demon guard. I reached out to touch the book, in which the man screamed at me. I shrugged, smiling lopsided at him. He wrinkled his nose at me.

"Do you ever not act childish?!" He yelled at me, making the guard jump. I laughed, replying gently with, "How should I know? Childish is another slur of nonsense used to describe a single object or person. I learned that from my Star-Keeper." I puffed out my chest proudly, him rolling his eyes with a smirk. I think I have made a friend today; Whatever that is. I just heard it from mortals.