Devilbesideyou666

I see dead people. 

But hey, it’s the zombie apocalypse, everyone is seeing dead people, including a blind girl. It’s not like I am that special. 

For a while, I thought I was going to be Cinderella, complete with the cruel stepfamily and the little mice for helpers. But instead of mice, I got demons from hell with a taste for chaos.

Then again, there is nothing wrong with a little chaos in the middle of the apocalypse. It’s what makes life worth living. 

Unfortunately for others, they don’t quite see it that way. You see, I have a gift. One that isn’t exactly mine, but I can use it however I see fit. 

My gift is granting wishes. 

I'm a genie without a bottle, but it would be nice if people appreciated me more. All the humans ask for is the same thing… more food here, shelter there, kill these people, torture those. And I do it all, for a small price. 

I don’t ask for money or food, I can get that on my own. No, I want favors, souls, something that means everything for the other person. And they give it to me. Their momentary desire worth their long term happiness. 

But by the time they discover that, I’m long gone, already moved on to my next… client.

I know I look young, starvation and abuse will do that to a girl. Humans tell me that I shouldn’t be wandering out there alone. Some try to help me… most don’t. But whoever said I was by myself? Just because others couldn’t see them didn’t mean my demons ever left. I still hear their voices in my head, whispering words of encouragement and love. For them, I’d do anything. Kill anyone. Destroy anything. 

After all, life is just a game, right? Those still alive at the end of the day were the lucky ones. Those who died were not. Everything is just a game of chance, all a human has to do is roll the dice.

My only word of advice is to be careful what you wish for… you just might get it.

My name is Hattie, welcome to my world. 

Would you like a cup of tea?

Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse

Letting out a long sigh, I let myself grow as my hair tumbled out of the pigtails I kept them in. Instead of the dress that I usually wore, I changed into the last dress that I had seen Luci in… the black one with the thigh-high split and the sleeve down one arm.

I didn't have her tattoos; instead, I showed off my scars and my staples, a testament to the harsh life I have lived up to this point. Before, when I didn't understand what was going on, I hated those scars… I saw them as a weakness as to what I had allowed others to do to me.

But I was older now… or at least I understood things better.

Scars weren't a sign of weakness but of strength.

A lot of people wouldn't be able to survive what I had survived, and now I was wearing my scars like trophies, including the one that bisected my face.

No longer was Bishop looking at the human version of myself, but the person I was inside... Lucifer.

What I Wanted And Needed