I committed suicide a few moments ago, so why am I still feeling conscious? Is that my body I'm seeing? Could this be my spirit? Wait, why is it so dark and tiny in here? Am I in a coffin? No, wait, a coffin couldn't be this tight. Is this a cotton material? Why put me in cotton? I always wanted satin.. Wait, that's not the point here, the point is I know I'm not rich, but my family could still afford a coffin, so why just a cotton fabric? Ah well, whatever. What do I do now? Do I just sit here doing nothing?

"Hello human."

I just heard a voice, no wait, that's impossible. Nobody is here.

"I'm right behind you, human."

Again. Why is it so creepy in here? What if there's really something behind me? Might as well take a look.

"AAAAAAAAH, A GHOST!" I couldn't contain my emotions.

"Idiot, I'm an angel, I'm here to ask you some questions. Your answers will determine your fate and destiny, understand?" he asks while holding a pen and paper.

Why does this angel look so hot? I feel like my nose is going to bleed. I should ask him something instead.

"What do you want from me?" I inquire, less scared.

"Nothing. God sends me here, I'm on duty. So anyway, you have to choices; either you take punishment right after this for what you did wrong in this life, and God will give you a second chance, sending you through space on one missions, or you don't take any punishment here but stay in hell for eternity. What's your choice?" asks the angel, calmly looking at me.

What should I do? I didn't really do many wrong things, so why should I be punished? Might as well just ask him.

"You know, I'm a very good person, I prayed, gave money to beggars, studied, I was very gentle. Why should I be punished?" I ask with determination.

"Life is a gift from God, committing suicide means not appreciating the gift. So basically you refused God's gift because some things went wrong,is that not enough of a crime?" he asks, despising me.

"But it wasn't just 'some things', my whole life was ugly. I was insulted and abused because of my skin color. I didn't kill myself, those people killed me with my hands," I reply, with my eyes starting to tear up.

"God gave you this color because you chose it before you were born. God ask every person how they would like to be. Your hair, your eyes, your skin, how tall, how intelligent and how rich, all of this was decided by you personally. Why complain? You thought God would give you misery? Don't fool yourself, you humans give that to yourself," he says arrogantly.

"What? I decided all of this? But I... I don't remember any of it. Why would I do this to myself?" I inquire, dumbfounded.

"You have lived quite a few lives, because God wanted to give you chances, but you did wrong in all of them. I'll help you remember them, maybe you'll know the answers then," he speaks, and suddenly touches my forehead.

What is this I am seeing? I feel so bad. It's like I am sick, I need him to stop this

"Stop, take...your hand off...of my forehead, I can't...breath anymore..." I am stuttering, unable to take it anymore.

The angel takes his hand off and says:

"A spirit doesn't die, nor does it breath, your past is a part of you, you can't keep running from it forever"

I feel embarrassed. I just made up a lie because I didn't want to see those things, but who would have thought I couldnt even lie.

"Well, I don't wanna go to hell! I accept to space-travel and go on missions, but how do I know if there are any? Will you come and tell me?" I ask, but his answer is:

"You will know when God wishes to tell you. A contract will be shown before you when I come back, you have to sign it. After that, I will go and come back with some training books, these books will train you mentally, physically, and they will also train you soul. You will be allowed to use your body to train, but nobody will see it. People will still treat you as you are dead. You have half a year to do whatever is written in the books, after that you will be going on missions, understood?" he asks, looking really hot.

Damn, I can't take this, why can't he be ugly? I swear I'm gonna ruin my image if my nose bleeds, can't let that happen. I should probably just let him go.

" Yeah ok, I'll be waiting, go," I say, and he looks infuriated.

"Are you chasing me out of a graveyard?!"

Sh*t, can he stop being so hot? Even his angry look is so--no, restrain yourself.

"No mister angel, I wouldn't dare, I feel sleepy, so if you wanna watch me sleep, you're welcome" I say, but his face looks grossed out, and he says:

"Is your nose bleeding? Wait, you don't even have blood, how is it possible that your damn nose is bleeding so much?!" he yells, pulling me back and forth.

"Stop, I'm gonna throw up," I say, feeling nauseous.

My image is ruined, I wanna dig a hole and burry myself in it, but I'm already underground, how useless.

"Ignorant human, you really disgust me, don't ever come near me," he says, looking anywhere but at me.

"Don't tell me you--you're a neat freak? Pfft HAHAHAHAHA" I laugh, unable to control myself.

"Don't you mock me, human. Besides I'm just clean, you on the other hand--well I can't say much really" he mocks, looking up and down at me.

When he looks at me like that, it's like I'm having a fetish, I want him to keep looking. It feels good to be stared at by hot guys.

Am I becoming a masochist? But that can't be my fault, right? He's so hot!

"Human, you have such a weird look on your face, it's creeping me out," he says, while putting his things away and preparing to go.

A while later, he says:

"I'll be going now, don't do anything stupid while I'm away. Here, this is a heavenly phone, you can see the human world's news with it. There is a thing called 'Bamun', you can ask it anything and it will answer you truthfully. Be careful, there are apps in which you can see other world's posts, as long as you stay away from the demons, you will be ok. That's all, bye," he explains to me, and then, he disappears, in the same way he appeared.

I really should've asked him his name. Oh well, I'll do it him next time. For now, let's see what we have on this phone.

"Well, you look pitiful," I hear, but this time, it wasn't the angel's voice. I look around but see nothing, until I hear again:

"You can't see me because you're too scared. Just relax, I won't eat you. Take 6 deep breaths, and then look at your left," the voice orders.

I want to ask him a lot of things, like who he is and why I can't see him, but I'll do that after seeing him. Talking to an invisible thing is scary.

I take 6 deep breaths, just as I was told to do, and then I look at my left, only to see a hot, tall, ***** guy with long, dark hair.

Why the hell is he smiling in that creepy way?

"You don't look like an angel, and the way you smile is so ugly I'm gonna puke," I say, taking caution.

"Oh, am I really that ugly? You're blushing though. Don't you want to ask who this sexy guy in front of you is?" he ask.

"You must be a demon. Your looks really give it away. Since you're on my left and wont go anywhere else, I'm guessing you're stuck with me, which means you're my personal demon. You talked to me many times when I was still alive, you said you were ranked 283 on the strong-demons list. Your name starts with A, I can't remember what it was. Oh, also, you're very narcissistic," I mumble, while he looks caught him off-guard, then he suddenly smirks:

"Youre right, my name is Astly, your personal demon. I'm supposed to either make you Satan's slave or make everything go wrong in your life and lead you to death. I will be with you until you get transported to another space and time. My job is to convince you to go to hell."

"That was...unexpected," I say, and he immediately laughs at me.