My head was throbbing when I woke up. I stood up in the closet, almost tripping on one of the broken bones on the floor. It was exactly like the closet that I had walked in, it was the closet that I had walked in. The door wasn't opened though, it was closed with the same silver lock on the side of the door that could be opened with a piece of flint. The markings on the door were now illuminated a hot red.

I took a flint off another one of my arrows and the lock snapped open falling of the hinge. Leaning myself on the heavy stone door, I dragged it open. The smell leaked into the crack that I could barely fit in to.

I slipped out into a hall. Not the old hall, a knew hall. The knew hall still had a eerie red glow to it, but the stone floor was drenched in a starlet, blood red. The wall were a sort of marble that was stained filthy in a black char.

Something slipped across the opening of the hall. A black cloak. Hands that I could barely see was a sunburned red. The skin blotchy, bubbly, and ripped.

I slid to the side of the hall. The whole place reeked of Dianite. Did I actually find my way to hell. Dianite's domain. The home of every demon on earth, or at least Mianite. Wow, I really did it this time.

If you did not already put the pieces together by now your probably really confused on what Mianite is. The place was named after the oldest sibbling of the two (possibly three) gods.

Mianite, who is the oldest and the one who made the place we call Mianite. Dianite, who was always jealous of his brother made hell, which is a movable distance by Mianite (by movable I mean you can get there from Mianite though it is very difficult).

Mianite is a in beetween of death, and death to a sense is peace. Your job is done and you get to rest. Mianite is a place where you get a do over. You get to live a life, but not your old life.

When your dead in the modern world, your dead. There is nothing the gods can do about that. Dianites domain is different, that is a place where unforgivable people go. No do over just pain and suffering. In Mianite sooner or later you get your peace, but with Dianite you just stay trapped.

I started to here the cat meowing again. Outside of the safety of the hallway, and of course my idiotic younger mind had to save the animal like it was my damsel in distress.

I walked out of the hall wearily looking around every corner and cranny I could find. Trying to be very careful because I'm positive I got a look of Dianite.

The cat scampered off in between two pillars made of the same chard marble. I chased after the cat not screaming 'KITTY' like I would of. I just wanted that cat and then I was getting out of here.

I had the cat cornered. The cat wasn't hissing anymore just staring at me terrified.

I sat down by it trying to comfort the cat. "Shh", I started to pet the cat. It didn't hiss or move, just stood there frozen in fear. "Why are you so scared".

"I know why". I voice boomed behind me.

I turned around slowly about as terrified a the cat.

Dianite was looming in front of me. Covered in tattered black clothes with a black faded cloak. Like always his skin was a sickly reddish pink, almost if he was in the middle of being burnt to death.

He grabbed the cat by its tail as it hissed and tried to flail its way out of Dianite's grasp. The cat scratched up his arms, which wasn't a good idea. Dianite doesn't feel pain.

He held tighter on the cats tail, which made it hiss and growl more.

"Please don't hurt the poor animal", I held out my hand trying to stop him.

He glared down at me. "Why should I listen to you little Ianite girl".

I tried to show I smile and not scream or cry. He knew I was a Ianite and Mianite likes Ianite which probably means Dianite doesn't like Ianites. "It's my birthday tomorrow".

"You lose track of time in hell".

Smoldering smoke leaked from Dianites hold of the cat around the animal. It meowed and growled in pain. My eyes swelled up. You don't hurt animals, especially dogs or cats.

He dropped the cat on the ground. It was longer a beautiful tabby cat. It was a scarlet red shirt haired cat, with a blue and purple eye. Dianite burning grasp left a black mark on the cats tail.

"Happy birthday", he said with bitterness.

The cat ran to me leaping in my arms. The cat that I was chasing was now purring in my arms.

I stuttered. "T-T-Thank you".

We both stayed in the same spot. Maybe he forgot I used to be in Dianite.

"How have you been Hope".

Shit, guess not.

I looked down at my dirty leather boots. My cheeks flushed out of embarrassment. No one knew I used to be in Dianite except Tom, and I had black mail to keep him quiet.

"I don't know", I kicked at the stone floor.

He stayed silent, still glaring at me.

I kept on kicking at the stone floor, hoping Dianite would move on to do whatever Dianite does.

"Stop that, I just cleaned the floors", Dianite scolded.

Really, these floors. Clean? "What with virgins blood".

He laughed to himself. "That means I could use you to mop my floors".

"Uhhh-"

"She's not in here". I heard the familiar whining of Tucker.

"Bloody hell just give me a minute Dianites temple is a big place". And the familiar swears of Tom.

"Guys wait I'm over here with-" I whipped my head around. I was still holding my cat, but Dianite wasn't there anymore. "Dianite".