Inspired by the following prompt: [WP] They claimed that it would be “Hell on Earth”. As a demon in disguise among humans you decided to see for yourself, while expecting it to be thoroughly disappointing. You ended up feeling surprisingly at home.
Car horns blared as Azrael made her way down 5th Avenue, Central Park to her right. She shrugged up her shoulders to block out the noise with her coat collar. Sure it was unpleasant, she thought, but it was no Hell on Earth. Maybe Hell-lite at best.
She turned into the 3 am twilight of Central Park and left the street lights behind her. Surely, some mildly annoying noise wasn’t all New York had to offer.
A bit farther into the park, she found a moaning bundle of cloth huddled underneath a bridge. She approached the pile, close enough to see the light reflect off of two eyes peering out from within. A breathless whisper called out, “Some money, please.” Azrael closed in on the pile. A smile joined the shining eyes. Which was quickly replaced by redoubled moaning following a swift kick from Azrael. Getting better, she thought as she walked away. Just like the lost souls from back home, but, still not quite what I’m looking for.
As she exited the bridge, Azrael heard a scream from farther in the park. Her heels clicked as she sprinted towards the source of the noise. Just around the corner, she found the source of the noise. A woman clutched at her purse as a masked man held her at gunpoint. Now we’re talking, Azrael thought, content to watch the scene play out. Maybe there was something to all the brochures. The woman turned to Azrael, pleading, “Please. Do something. Call the police.” Tears streaked down the woman’s face.
A knife poked into Azrael’s back, “Can’t have that now can we. Now, give me your phone and your wallet.” She turned around, a smile slightly larger than natural plastered on her face. She was right at home.
By the way, New York is actually quite lovely and isn’t like this at all.
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