When I woke up nothing seemed quite right, everything just felt like a dream, but I could tell it wasn’t.  I was dead.  I looked at my hands which were covered in dried blood.  I looked around. I didn't know where I was then I looked closer into the distance, it was all fire.  

“Hell” I muttered under my breath.  I was raised as a catholic but I hated it. I thought I would cease to exist once I died but now, now I don't know what to think.

“Yep” I whipped around to see a person with black hair, red eyes, a basic black hoodie and jeans but then noticed weirder things -  horns, a tail and what looked like burned wings. The perfect description of the devil themself I didn’t know what to do.

“Um hi . . . I’m Kit” 

“Oh I know who you are kit but do you know who I am”

“Uh Satan, Lucifer, a devil, a demon?”

“Call me Satan”  I was so confused I thought they were supposed to be evil. “Now” they snapped their fingers and a table appeared “Let’s get to know each other. I’m Satan. I go by they/it pronouns and I’m pansextual”  What the hell? I thought the little I remembered from CCD was something along the lines of pray the gay away because someone told my teacher I was a lesbian even though that wasn’t true and still isn’t.

“Oh um wow ok I’m Kit I go by he/they/it pronouns and I’m gay”

“Ok now Kit it says here you committed suicide by stabbing yourself”

“Um yeah . . .”

“Great! And you self-harmed too?”

“Yeah”

“Even better” okay now that gives devil vibes.

“HOW IS THAT BETTER?!?!?”

“Well, so, let me explain something to you, so you are a devil which means you were born with a demon in your head eventually the demon takes over and well you get the point.  Your friend, bexley, who really wasn’t a good friend may I add, is an angel they tend to be jerks around and to devils.”

“Wait so if I'm a devil why don’t I have -” I felt my head “horns” I finished as I felt them on my head

“Oh yea so about that, so once you died you and your demon left your mortal body so now you are changing into a combination of your soul and your demon so horns tail and I think you have wings”

“WHAT THE FUCK?!?”

“Hey, hey wait, there's more so you were trans.  Why don’t you look at your chest?” he said as I looked in my shirt my binder was gone and I had a flat chest.

“OH MY GOD!!!! I’M A DUDE!!!!!” I ran over and hugged satan “thank you”

“I'm NOT a big one for hugs. I  understand you are excited but stop” 

“Oh ok I'm sorry”

“Um anyway demons like yours don’t like being among the living so it eventually leads you to kill yourself, now it also said on your file that your demon is very powerful so naturally that means you would kill yourself more violently at an earlier age.”

“I’m so confused right now”

“Is it because of the way you were taught about us I can assure you that most bible stories about me aren’t true”

“No, I'm confused because how am I a devil and why is that important?”

“I was just getting there. So there are 3 main groups of people devils like you angels like bexley and mortals like your dad” they explained “mortals die and are split up into 3 groups heaven hell and the restless you understand the first 2 but the last one is like ghosts”

“alright”

“You are in devil group 3 so group one is ambassadors who are the weakest of devils, group 2 helps bad spirits move on to the afterlife  and group 3 the last of my groups serve as grim reapers I will send you out into your mortal realm and you go kill the angels and demons of people who passed away”

“Okay this is just a lot to take it”  I said satan was slowly starting to piss me off I mean I am from the new york new jersey area so we do talk fast but satan talked so fast I mean he is an immortal being and I've never met an immortal being before so maybe this is normal.

“Makes sense, here I’ll show you to your apartment.  You don’t mind having a roommate do you?” They snapped their fingers and we were in an apartment building. The door had the number 13 on it and right underneath 2 names Dagon and Kit.  I smirked, 13 is my lucky number. “Doesn't matter, you get one anyway.  Kit this is Dagon” they opened the door, and I was bombarded by a boy maybe a year older than me max.

“Hi my name’s Dagon I go by he/him pronouns” he was on the scrawnier side but clearly stronger than me though he was tall he had at least 2 inches on me.  He had pure black hair and dark brown eyes but one had a greenish tint to it, he appeared to be of polynesian descent.  He was really attractive but not the way others are attractive. It's the weirdest feeling ever.  I was kinda worried because he looked a little sickly and his arms were covered in scratches and bruises. 

“Hey I’m kit and uh he/they/it”

“Ok now that you know each other's names here are some get to know each other questions and I got to go” he threw a peice of paper at me and at that he was gone.

“Wow, that was abrupt.  Anyway, how did you die?” Dagon said looking over my shoulder at the paper.

“Suicide, with a knife”

“Cool, I overdosed.  To kill myself I was NOT a drug addict” 

“No offense but is that why you look kinda sickly?”

“I do?”

“Yeah” 

“Wait did you stab yourself in the stomach”

“Yeah . . .” he pointed at my stomach. “Oh that's weird” when I looked down at my stomach I saw a hole in my shirt from the knife and a scar right where I stabbed myself. Great I thought another to add to the collection “I’m like really tired and overwhelmed right now can I just sleep we can get to know each other more later” I said puting the paper onto a table.

“Uh yeah of course” he said.  My head was exploding with millions of questions: Why is every scratch every bruise every cut no matter how long ago and how much they healed still there? Why aren't there any other wounds that I didn't do to myself there? and How did he decide on our roommates?  Those are only a few of the questions running through my brain.  As I drifted off to sleep I wondered if the recurring dreams I got in life would still come and haunt me.