Demon and Angel Co-Parent
There was never a boy who lived in a situation like Jeremiah. Every kid since the dawn of time had been taken care of by another human at some point in their lives. Most were blessed enough to have at least one loving person in their life. Jeremiah was fortunate enough to have two guardians who loved him very much. What made his situation unique was they weren't humans at all.
Afterlife Tour Guide
A man in a black sweater stood alone in a white room that seemed to go on forever in any direction. His boots crunched under him from the chunks of dirt still stuck in his soles. He only took a few steps and looked around, unsure how he got here.
"Where am I?" he said to the white void, not really expecting an answer.
Evil Rivals
"Death!" Satan yelled at the top of his lungs, storming up the spiral cobblestone staircase. Soot coated the hot steps and grey ash filled the crevices.
He got to the top of the keep that overlooked the fiery hellscape of...well...Hell. Death stood in his normal business attire, a midnight black cloak, gazing over the tortured souls in the lake of fire. Their screams moved like a breeze, whispering their pain to anyone that would hear it.
"What up, Lucy?" Death said, still entranced by the horrific scene below.
Chooser of The Chosen One
A frail old man held up an oversized card with a picture of someone on it and a name scribbled below.
"Not him," The Chooser said, giving it a cursory glance.
The old man tossed the card amongst the sea of cards that covered the floor and reached up to grab another card from the stack next to him. The Chooser paced back and forth, parting the sea of unchosen cards with his feet. The old man shook, reaching for the next card.
A Pact Rescinded
A piece of old parchment slid across the wooden table, followed by a fine tip pen with a peasant feather attached. The lantern above swayed back and forth. The floors creaked in sync with the lantern chain.
“Just sign the form,” the demon said.
“But...I don’t understand. He doesn’t want me?” Pepper said.
Life and Death Go On A Date
A chill filled the air and brought with it the echoes of the undead yearning to return to the land of the living. Death was pushing a rotten head down, trying to return it to the patch of wet ground it had sprouted up from.
"Push it down!" Life said, holding her lantern up.
"I'm trying!" Death said, still struggling to push the zombie under the ground.