“Who are the head demons?” Wild asked. His tears hadn’t stopped yet.

Thalia looked over the bed at us. She saw the state Wild was in, there was that sympathetic look again. “My advice is to find a coping mechanism to deal with killing fast or you’ll end up crazy like most people in here.” She put the knife away. “I like to pretend I’m in a video game. People do respawn, they either end up in hell or heaven. I always feel better when the persons soul goes to hell, it makes me feel like I did something good for the world.” She frowned.

I looked over to Wild. “If it makes you feel any better, the people attacking us were demons.”

“That doesn’t help.” He faced me. “You’re a demon. How do I know he wasn’t good like you?”

Thalia’s head whipped towards me as he mentioned that.

“Demons down he aren’t good. There not born like I am, they’re evil people sent to hell who have been tortured for centuries until they lose all their humanity. They aren't physically capable of being good.” I told him, it calmed him a bit.

“I suppose.”

“Back to the ‘you’re a demon’ part.” Thalia sat up. “You’re a demon?!? In the jail of the damned? How!?”

I looked at her. “Demons just hate me.”

“They hate me too. Mostly because I can force them to do whatever I want.” Thalia chuckled.

“Why don’t you escape?” Wild asked.

“I have before. My father always finds me and punishes me for it.”

“Your father?”

“Yeah. People call him Satan, or ruler of the underworld or whatever. He expelled the demon out of me, the bastard. Didn’t want me to have too much power or something like that.”

“Why are you in here then?” I asked. “If you’re the daughter of Satan, then shouldn’t you get special treatment?”

“If you’ve ever met Satan, you’d be cracking up after hearing that. He takes mercy on no one, no one.”

The next day, I assumed, I woke up to Joker banging a metal bar against the door of our jail cell.

“Rise and shine. It’s training day.” He laughed menacingly as he unlocked the cage door.

“Are they training with me today? Why are they training with me?” Thalia questioned Joker as we left the cell and followed him.

“The demon is your brother. Ha, I’m in charge of two devil spawn. Happy days.” The strange thing was he truly seemed happy about it. He was definitely crazy.

“Brother? How about that?” she elbowed me.

How was I the son of the devil? I couldn’t be. It was impossible. Why would an angel get together with the ruler of hell, the evilest thing alive?

“You okay?” Wild asked me. Wild looked like he had been hit by a train. His hair was a mess, his clothes were covered in dry blood, his eyes were red and puffy. I imagine we both looked as bad as each other.

“I’m fine, I guess. Nothing I can do about being the son of Satan.” I frowned.

Joker led us to a dark room, the only source of light was a single light bulb dangling from the roof by a wire. The floor and walls were covered with dirt. Weapons were hung from nails on a wall and the floor was covered in grey jigsaw mats.

“Why’s red head here?” Thalia pointed to Wild.

“Because apparently, you three become Lucifer's best assassins.” Joker laughed maniacally as he left the room and locked the door from the outside.

“That’s not comforting at all.” Wild’s voice dripped with sarcasm.

An old man materialised in front of us. His face was wrinkled and pale, and his hair as white as snow. He wore a black business suit and fancy shoes. He looked too rich to be in this room.

“Remove your shoes and jackets.” His voice was dreary and monotone as if he were already bored of us.

We did as he said and dumped our stuff near the door. He told us to stand in a line at the edge of the mat.

“I am your new teacher. Refer to me as sir, I will ignore you if you do not.” The man said as he walked over to the wall of weapons and surveyed a long sword. He picked it up and handed it to me. He gave Wild one as well and told Thalia to grab the weapon she usually used. She picked up dual axes with swirly patterns on the handles. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting her to pick up, but that wasn’t it.

“Find your own place on the mat, separate as much as possible.” He told us as he walked off the mat.

We ended up making an equilateral triangle.

“Thalia, practise your form. Boys swing the swords as if your fighting someone.”

I felt awkward waving a sword in front of me. I watched the man as he went back to the wall and picked up dual swords. He took the sword from me and handed me the dual ones before telling me to start swinging them. This would be awkward no matter what weapon I had.

He took the sword from Wild and grabbed a compound bow and arrows off of the wall. He handed them to Wild.

“Now you have your weapons, it’s time to go up against some opponents.” He clicked his fingers and a dummy appeared in front of each of us.

For hours we stayed in that room, the man taught us techniques and the best ways to kill someone. I really didn’t want to know any of this.