We landed. Just inside that house was my first victim. The first person I was supposed to kill. Suddenly the angel in me started to tell me to turn around. That God could still forgive me for telling that I cared more about myself. I needn't go this far. I look over my shoulder at Samael. If I did that, however, I wouldn't be able to see him. Ever. For the rest of Eternity. "I...I'm not sure that I can do this Samael." I choked out. He turned around to see me shaking. He patted my shoulder. "It's ok if you're scared. You spent that last thousand years doing good. It would make sense that you are nervous doing this. Trust me, it gets easier-and more fun-as time goes on." He assured me.

I swallowed hard. That did nothing to assure the angel in me. Trying to calm my fears, I imagined myself looking in the mirror when I got my clothes. How I felt happy for the first time in my long existence. How when I first walked into Hell I finally felt at home. That seemed to strengthen my inner demon. It beat up the angel. Suddenly I felt it leave. Permanently. I could no longer sense its presence in my head. Like I never even had an inner angel. I felt....angry? Defiant? I don't know, but for the first time in a thousand years, I felt comfortable with my job. Samael-who was watching me fight the entire time- exclaimed, "Woah! Dude! Your eyes!" I creased my eyebrows. "What?"

"And your voice!"

"What about them?"

"Your eyes are all black like even the eyeball itself is black! And your voice is like high pitched and gravelly." Without knowing it the demon had completely taken over. I was meant to be a demon. You can tell what spirits were meant to be based on how they look when they decide what they want to do. Meant-to-be angels get this like heavenly glow. Demons at the least get a new voice. I tried to smile wickedly. Samael took a step back. "Damn. You look all kinds of scary now." I smiled wider. If I could scare the "Prince of Darkness" then I could scare anyone. "Let's go fuck this person up." Samael stood in front of me. "Chill, bro. First, we gotta figure out her weaknesses. Her fears. Then we can play on those fears." I let out a disappointed sigh. I really wanted to go fuck her up right then and there.

"I know you wanted to go play "the demon", but giving people visions requires you to be patient. We have to spend days-and nights- playing on a person's fears."

"You know her name?"

"No, but we don't need it. Sometimes a person is so weak that they will kill themselves just by having their "nightmares" come to life. Plus if we do need her name, by that time we will already know it."

"Ok, what else do I need to know?"

"If this girl has already attempted suicide or homicide she will most definitely be under the watchful eye of God. If that's the case a) There will be a guardian angel scouting around here to make sure demons like ourselves don't try to infect her mind again and b) we need to get the fuck out of dodge. We don't want to get zapped by him. Lucifer would not like that."

I glance around. It doesn't look like they have a guardian angel, so this should be pretty easy. I grinned maliciously at Samael. I can either play on her fears to make her kill others or herself. Which ever. "So you wanna help commit a homicide or suicide?" Samael shrugged.

"I think they're both easy, but I haven't made someone commit suicide in forever. " I nodded. "So what, torture?" Samael shook his head. "That's only if you are possessing the person. What we do is give the person visions of what they fear the most. If it's clowns we make the visions have clowns torturing them and things like that until they go insane. It's quite easy."

"So what we just get in their head and start showing them these visions?"

"No, it's better if you wait until they are sleeping at first then after a week or two progress to showing them during the day. Even if they are mentally stable they will eventually break. It's just so human. They are so weak. We will break this girl."