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CHAPTER 7<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

From what Kira could tell, Hell was surprisingly similar to Earth, only more crowded. There were people everywhere, more people than she\u2019d ever seen in New York, which came as a shock. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

And they came from all walks of life, in every shade, speaking all sorts of dialects. She assumed there was some sort of after-life magic cast over the entire place, because no matter the words people used, she understood them. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

People walked the streets, alone, in groups, in pairs. They talked in the various cafes, they shopped and reclined on grassy hills, having picnics. Kira was amazed by all of it at first, but it quickly turned banal. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Pam was by far, the most persistent person she\u2019d met and they quickly, if not reluctantly, became friends. Kira figured it was nice to have someone to show her around and though they were from different worlds, they found they had a lot in common. Both young women, both single, and both dead. A lot in common.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The first time Pam had taken her to block six six six, she had just stood in the center of a square staring in awe. The block was nearly the size of the entire borough of Brooklyn and there was everything in the world you could think of to keep yourself busy. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Some people even chose to work in the shops and restaurants. Pam had explained to her that one could have a job if they chose and that most people did, just because it kept themselves busy. A person could earn credits to spend if they worked, in addition to the welcome bonus everyone received upon entering Hell. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Perhaps the most surprising thing was that no one was rude, or mean to anyone else. Somehow the after-life magic had put everyone in a good mood and made them all get along. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSo, like, where\u2019s Hitler, Stalin, Charles Manson, you know the bad guys?\u201d Kira asked Pam as they sat on one of the many park benches, eating her favorite flavor, mint chocolate chip, ice cream. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Pam just shrugged and licked her strawberry cone. \u201cMaybe they\u2019re in another section,\u201d she mused. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

They walked through a library that was bigger than Kira\u2019s entire apartment building had been. Each floor was wall to wall bookshelves, each fully stocked with books ranging from ancient tomes to recent best sellers. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Maybe she\u2019d like to work here, she thought. Books were quiet companions and she liked the peaceful atmosphere. She couldn\u2019t imagine an eternity of doing nothing, but also time seemed to work differently here. Maybe it just didn\u2019t exist at all. That was a thought better left unexplored.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou kind of get used to it. At least that\u2019s what I\u2019m told.\u201d Pam said. \u201cI met this old dude from India one time and he died in, like, the 1700\u2019s or something. He was super cool and told me that he didn\u2019t even notice it anymore. At some point he just stopped caring about the waking world. I\u2019m not there yet, but maybe I will be soon. You\u2019re smart, Kira. You\u2019ll probably get used to it before me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kira shook her head and pulled down an old leather bound book. She stared at it wide eyed, \u201cIs this an original fucking Dickens?\u201d She gingerly put it back on the shelf. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI know the big guy really digs knowledge. So I guess that\u2019s why there are so many books and stuff,\u201d Pam responded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHave you ever seen him? Does he do, like, appearances or anything?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo way! Actually,\u201d she paused, considering. \u201cNo one I\u2019ve met has ever seen him. Maybe he\u2019s like a hermit or something. Maybe he\u2019s just super busy. Do you want to meet him?\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kira shivered at the prospect and responded, \u201cNo. I don\u2019t think so.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Days passed, weeks, years, Kira wasn\u2019t really sure. She wandered block six six six mostly, watching people, eating ice cream, pulling down old books from the library and reading them. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She was walking across the gently sloping green space when she noticed a dark, almost human shape. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

He was reclining in the grass, one leg bent at the knee and the other stretched out in front him. She hadn\u2019t seen him since the initial welcoming and she was surprised that she recognized him so easily. He looked so natural, so at home, and yet out of place here, like a lost shadow, the owner nowhere in sight. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHi Azrin,\u201d she said, strolling up to him. He turned to look up at her, the artificial sunlight illuminating his golden face. \u201cWhatcha doing?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He turned back to look out over the block, and said flatly, \u201cPeople watching.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMind if I join you?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He looked up to her again, a little glint in his eye. \u201cSure. Have a seat.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kira sat next to him on the grass and set a brown paper bag in her lap. The paper rustled, snagging his attention. His slightly pointed ears pricked up a bit at the sound. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDo you, um, eat stuff?\u201d she asked him hesitantly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYes. I eat stuff.\u201d He chuffed, mocking her verbiage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI just got these croissants from the bakery. Want one?\u201d She reached into the bag and pulled out the flaky pastry. \u201cThey\u2019re really good, actually.\u201d She held it out to him. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Azrin sat up and folded his long legs underneath himself. When he took the pastry from her hand, his claws gently scraped across her fingers, setting the hairs on her arms on high alert. She couldn\u2019t help but wonder what they would feel like scratching idle circles on her back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThank you,\u201d he said, tearing a piece off the corner and returning his gaze to the people around them. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThere used to be this French bakery on Vanderbilt. I loved their croissants. I used to get one in the morning on my way to work sometimes.\u201d She stared down at the pastry in her hands. \u201cThese are better though.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He was silent for several moments before he said, not taking his eyes off the busyness of the square, \u201cThese croissants are fine, but pale in comparison to real Parisian croissants.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019ve never been to Paris,\u201d she said sadly. \u201cI guess I never will.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kira looked over to Azrin who was licking crumbs from his black claws. The sight of his pointed tongue made her stomach flutter with a movement of a thousand tiny wings. <\/p>\n\n\n\n


\u201cHey,\u201d she said, changing her tone. \u201cHow come I never see other demons like you?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He looked at her perplexed, \u201cWhat does that mean? There are demons all over this place. There\u2019s one right there.\u201d He pointed to a short, red skinned, female figure with curling rams horns. Definitely a demon, but not the same. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cShe\u2019s not the same. The other demons are,\u201d she searched in vain for the right words, \u201cdifferent from you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThat\u2019s ridiculous. Humans come in all shapes and sizes and colors. Why would demons be any different?\u201d he said nonchalantly. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kira considered and couldn\u2019t find a decent argument to make. She just replied with a pensive sound and turned her eyes back to the bustling square. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

They both sat in silence for a while. The artificial sunlight was warm, but a cool breeze blew through the square and ruffled Kira\u2019s hair.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kira noticed a pair of elderly gentlemen walking hand in hand across the square. She could have sworn Azrin was also watching them so she dared to ask, \u201cDo people find their loved ones here? Like if your spouse dies, are they here? Could you reconnect?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI suppose so,\u201d he said. \u201cLooking for someone?\u201d He raised a brow, but take his stare from the scene.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo,\u201d she toyed with a blade of grass. \u201cMy mom passed away several years ago, but she won\u2019t be here. She was a godly woman.\u201d Kira rolled her eyes with the word.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Silence fell between them again. Their eyes drifting across the sea of faces.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Finally, Azrin rose to his feet. \u201cI have work to do. Thank you for the pastry, Miss McKinley.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou can just call me Kira, ya know?\u201d She said, blinking at the bright light above him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cVery well.\u201d he said, all formality. \u201cHave a nice day, Kira.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n

A little cloud of black smoke was all that was left in the place where Azrin had been. Kira sat on the lush grass for a while longer, picking at her croissant and completely lost in thought. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

CHAPTER 8<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kira did, in fact, sign up to work in the library. She found she even liked the musty smell of the paper. Mostly she shelved books from various carts around the library, but every so often someone would ask for something in particular and she would help them find it. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Each time, it felt like a new adventure, a new part of the library to explore. And perhaps it was true pride she felt when she finally found what they were looking for. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was so vastly different from the job she\u2019d had above. No one cared if she showed up on time. No one breathed down her neck about deadlines, or reports. Just show up when you can, shelve the books, help people, leave when you want. It was perfect, actually.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Some days, when it was quieter than usual, she\u2019d grab a book from a shelf, sit in one of the soft, aged leather chairs and read all day. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She was doing exactly that when she saw a trail of black smoke coming from the shelves on the other side of floor five. Smoke was something no one wanted to see in a library. It was completely contradictory to the atmosphere of a library, but she had a suspicion that it wasn\u2019t a fire.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cLooking for a book?\u201d she asked, as she came up behind his tall frame.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He turned on his heel to face her, startled. \u201cKira. Hello.\u201d He ran a hand through his black hair, messier than she\u2019d seen it before, between those shining horns. \u201cYes. I am. It\u2019s usually right here, but today it\u2019s not.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She blinked twice at him, waiting a second to see if he would reveal the title. When he did not, she was forced to ask, \u201cWhat is it?\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDescartes, Les Passiones de l\u2019ame.\u201d He answered in perfect French. He looked back at the shelf as though the book would magically return home at the mention of its name. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWell,\u201d Kira said, looking down at the navy blue carpet, \u201cthat\u2019s because it\u2019s over there.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She pointed across the floor to the little collection of leather chairs where she\u2019d been sitting. \u201cI was reading it, actually.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOh.\u201d Azrin\u2019s tail flicked nervously. \u201cI didn\u2019t know you liked philosophy.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSure. Who doesn\u2019t?\u201d she said smiling. \u201cHonestly, I saw it on the shelf this morning and thought maybe it would help with my current situation, but I\u2019m not really sure I understand most of it.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She twisted the toe of her black ballet flat into the carpet and looked up into his face. \u201cHave you read it?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMany times. I inspired him to write it.\u201d His smile was feline as her eyes went wide. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cShut up! No you did not.\u201d She laughed and gently smacked his arm, finding nothing but rock hard muscle. He didn\u2019t even flinch.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMaybe you could give me the abridged version?\u201d she said, half joking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOf course. But not here. Let\u2019s go to a cafe.\u201d He wasn\u2019t joking. He was very serious and the thought of discussing philosophy in a cafe with a demon was an opportunity she would not pass up. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

They walked side by side to the large cafe on the corner by the library. Azrin explained some basic principles of Descartes\u2019 theories on the body, the soul, existence. Kira absorbed it all and once they found a comfortable table, a young woman came by and took their coffee order. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Azrin sat across from her in a soft green armchair, his long legs crossed. Kira sipped at her coffee as he spoke, just listening to his strange accent. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She tried to pick out a country, France, Britain, Egypt, Brazil? No matter how hard she tried, she couldn\u2019t fit the sounds into a box. His voice came from nowhere, from everywhere. She figured it was some sort of demon accent and was content to believe that. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou see, \u2018I think therefore I am\u2019 simply means that if I am a thinking being, I must therefore exist.\u201d he said matter of factly. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kira nodded, her head was swimming with questions and ideas. \u201cIt makes sense. It\u2019s just that, I don\u2019t buy it.\u201d She took a sip of the delicious coffee. \u201cThere\u2019s no way to prove any of it. How can one believe in something that can\u2019t be proven?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBut you cannot prove that you don\u2019t exist either.\u201d Azrin\u2019s brows rose.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They were deep in philosophical discussion and Kira had a sensation of actually enjoying herself for the first time in a very long time. She found that talking to Azrin was incredibly easy and he was knowledgeable without being condescending like so many guys Kira had tried to have big discussions with. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

He was a surprisingly good listener too. He listened to her opinions and ideas and treated them as valid, as equal. There wasn\u2019t even a hint of mansplaining. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She was admiring his eyes and the permanent shadow of a beard on his strong jaw. She was about to ask him something that, at least in her head, was important when a familiar male voice interrupted her, and she nearly lept out of her skin. The voice was so familiar. She knew how it sounded angry, sleepy, happy, drunk, and even breathless with pleasure.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cKira McKinley? Is that you?\u201d The voice belonged to a tall, thin man in his forties. His auburn hair was shorter than she remembered, but she knew it was unmistakably Marc\u2019s voice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHoly shit!\u201d she cursed in surprise and residual anger as she looked up at the pale faced man standing in front of their table. He wore jeans and a tattered band t-shirt, that Kira recognized as one she\u2019d bought for him at the concert merch booth. She suddenly had the urge to vomit. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHey!\u201d he said as he stretched his arm behind his head. \u201cI thought I heard your voice. Funny meeting you here, huh?\u201d
<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMarc. What are you doing here?\u201d she asked, her eyes darting between Azrin and Marc. Azrin caught the glint of panic in her eyes. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHad a fucking heart attack, just got here not long ago actually. You?\u201d he answered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Azrin eyed the man carefully, unsure of their relationship, only knowing that it was something from her past and probably someone she didn\u2019t wish to be speaking with. He reclined casually in his chair, observing their exchange.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGot hit by a car.\u201d she answered curtly. \u201cUm, Marc, this is Azrin. Azrin, Marc..\u201d she gestured to the demon in the chair, who was trying his best to look bored. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOh hey man. Nice to meet you.\u201d he stuck out his hand and Azrin shook it, making sure Marc took notice of his claws. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Marc laughed. \u201cYou would be friends with a motherfucking demon. I guess you haven\u2019t changed much since we\u2026\u201d he trailed off as Kira shot daggers at him with her eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYeah, well. When in hell.\u201d Kira shrugged her shoulders and forced a smile.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Azrin dove head first into their conversation, \u201cSo you two know each other?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOh yeah, we were together for almost three years.\u201d Marc answered. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kira nervously chewed on the inside of her cheek. Azrin noticed the little sign of frustration and frowned. It was painfully obvious that she didn\u2019t like this man. She didn\u2019t want to be talking to him at all. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYeah, until I found out he was already fucking married! How is Suz by the way?\u201d Kira said, temper rising. There it was. There was the reason she didn\u2019t want to talk to him. Azrin schooled his face into bored indifference, but was internally seething at the man who could elicit this sort of reaction from what had otherwise been a docile creature. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou\u2019re still angry about that? We\u2019re fucking dead, Kira. Get over it.\u201d Marc stood his ground like the asshole he obviously was. \u201cShe\u2019s fine, actually. Would you believe she took the fucking chickens and left me for a twenty-something Brazillian model?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kira made a sound that was more of a scoff than a laugh. Azrin had heard enough. He glanced toward Kira underneath his heavy brows and could see the unhappiness. She was still angry, but worse, she was still hurt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cKira and I were just leaving, actually. You can have the table if you want it.\u201d Azrin said flippantly, rising to his full height, nearly towering over Marc. His eyes flared with something wild and he put his hand out to Kira. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She took it, though with small hesitation, never taking her eyes off of Marc\u2019s face. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cC\u2019mon babe, let\u2019s go,\u201d Azrin said as he gripped her hand and helped her rise from the table.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Marc\u2019s eyes were wide as he put the pieces together. Not just friends then. Azrin glared at him once more before they walked away from the table and out the door of the cafe, hand in hand. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

They were down the street a bit, walking side by side, but no longer linked. Kira stopped on the sidewalk, looking up at him through her lashes, \u201cYou didn\u2019t have to do that. Thank you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou\u2019re welcome,\u201d he said with a sharp smile and continued more blandly, \u201cPart of my job description is to keep the residents happy and comfortable. You didn\u2019t seem like you were either of those things around that man.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kira watched her footsteps on the concrete, \u201cNo. He\u2019s an ass. I guess death doesn\u2019t cure heartbreak. Anyway, thanks again.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019ll walk you home and maybe we can continue our discussion another time,\u201d Azrin said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kira flashed her eyes up to his face and smiled broadly, \u201cI have beer in my fridge. We could go back to my place if you want.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Azrin\u2019s answering smile was delightful. \u201cI think I would like that.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

CHAPTER 9<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kira chuckled to herself in disbelief, a brown glass bottle in each hand, as she walked back into the living room. Azrin took up most of the far side of the cream loveseat, his dark suit such a contrast to the light and bright decorations in the room. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She couldn\u2019t help but notice that he had followed her request to make himself comfortable. The top buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a triangle of his tan chest, the curves of his pectoral muscles peeking out of the fabric. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She started to wonder what sort of workouts he had to be doing to stay so fit and promptly stopped wondering as soon as an image of him shirtless and gleaming with sweat popped into her mind. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She took a deep breath and sat down next to him, passing one of the beers to his awaiting hand. He took it and drank deeply from the bottle before making a crisp sound of satisfaction.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSo you like beer, huh?\u201d Kira said with a smirk.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOne of humankind\u2019s best inventions. It was an exciting day when we got it here.\u201d he answered and took another drink.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt\u2019s weird,\u201d Kira started. \u201cSo many things here are the same as they were up there.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDo you not like it?\u201d he asked<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt\u2019s not that.\u201d Kira used the time spent drinking from her beer to think of the right words. \u201cIt\u2019s just that I didn\u2019t expect this. This sort of mundane, day in, day out, existence for my eternity.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat did you expect?\u201d Curiosity lined his features.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kira sat in silent contemplation for a moment, not exactly sure how to respond. She\u2019d never really given the after-life much consideration, always too focused on the present or the past, but never that far into the future. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI guess I expected nothing. I didn\u2019t believe in Hell or Heaven or God or Satan. None of it. I just thought you died and that was it.\u201d She took a swig of the beer. \u201cEnd of the road.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHmm, it must have been quite a shock when you arrived.\u201d Azrin said, musing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kira shrugged, \u201cThe real problem is that everyone seems so content, but I can\u2019t seem to get comfortable. No matter how hard I try, it\u2019s like there\u2019s a piece missing.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Azrin studied her face, his own showing sympathy. He finally said, \u201cI\u2019m sorry you\u2019re finding it difficult to adjust. I understand.\u201d He added more quietly, \u201cMaybe more than you know\u201d. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat was that last bit?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Azrin startled at her question, \u201cOh. I said I should probably go.\u201d He drained the bottle and stood from the sofa. He shook the empty bottle gently in the air. \u201cWhere\u2019s your bin?\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cUnder the sink,\u201d she replied and watched him walk into the kitchen. The little point at the end of his tail peaked up above the island countertop. \u201cAre you really leaving? You just got here.\u201d she called out to him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He turned around and faced her, something in his expression had changed. It wasn\u2019t cold or indifferent, it was soft, melancholy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI have work to do.\u201d he said, moving toward the front door. \u201cBut thank you, Kira, for a very nice afternoon.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kira rose from the sofa and met him at the door. Her eyes pulled up to his and she could have sworn the darkness there swirled. She smiled, \u201cAnytime, Azrin. I always have beer if you ever need one.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

One corner of his lips turned upward as he looked down at her. \u201cI\u2019ll keep that in mind.\u201d He said just before stepping over the threshold and disappearing by way of that now familiar black smoke. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kira bolted the door and collapsed onto the sofa. The cushion on the other side was still warm. She had forgotten all about feeling out of place and alone while he had been there. Now the apartment felt too big, too empty. She pulled a couple more beers out of the fridge and turned on the television.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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CHAPTER 7 From what Kira could tell, Hell was surprisingly similar to Earth, only more crowded. There were people everywhere, more people than she\u2019d ever seen in New York, which came as a shock.  And they came from all walks of life, in every shade, speaking all sorts of dialects. She assumed there was some…<\/p>\n

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