Ashen's POV

I smirked at the writhing woman who's head was underneath my boot.

"You know what your sins are," I said. "I already told you, even though I don't need to.  So, there is no excuse for you not to. I want to hear you name each and every one of them. All two."

The woman spat at the ground. "Fuck you!" She yelled.

"You want another whipping, honey?" I asked. I looked her in her fearful eyes and laughed. "Then list your damn sins."

"I murdered my own son," she snarled. "I gave my husband an overdose of drugs then slit his throat when he survived. I was abused by them you bastard why are you doing this!"

"I don't care about the reason," I said. "A sin is a sin. For a demon, anyways. An angel would be much more merciful, probably. But I got to you first, so you get to deal with me, then burn in Hell where my brothers and sisters would love to tear you apart!"

"Why aren't you in Hell, then?" The woman asked. Her tone was doubtful. She though I was a loony.

"You're about to die for what you've done," I said. "Are you really in a position to ask questions?"

"I clearly don't have any chance of survival," the woman said. "Shouldn't I get a final request?"

"Very well," I said. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't surprised by the woman's change in behavior, but I kept my cool. "Torturing the dead is pointless. They're already dead." I smiled at her confusion. "I'd much rather torture my victims before they die. It's so much more satisfying. Besides, it pisses off the angels that I don't even give my victims a shot at Heaven. A human branded by a demon can't go to heaven." I then removed my boot from her head and grabbed a poker from the fireplace.

"My brand's nothing special, just whatever red hot metal I can find. But it does the trick and hurts like a bitch," I said. "Say 'ah,' for me, Wendy dear."

"You joke about being a demon, but you'll find yourself in hell soon enough," my victim hissed. I chuckled darkly, and for a moment I let my disguise fall with dark, almost black feathery midnight blue wings, a matching tail, and an all out evil glow to me.

"Honey, I was born there," I said playfully, stabbed the poker into her neck which both branded her and killed her on the spot. "Enjoy eternal damnation."

"Big mistake Ashen Warrel," a chillingly deep voice said. I whipped around to see a pair of angels.

"Oh my, all this for little old me?" I cried. On the inside, however, I was cringing. I let my disguise down for one second. One tiny second, and they're already on my ass.

Reaper Angels. Why did it have to be Reaper Angels?