8Watch me, take a good thing and fuck it all up in one night
Catch me, I'm the one on the run away from the headlights
No sleep, up all week wasting time with people I don't like
I think that something's fucking wrong with me
I Think I'm OKAY - Machine Gun Kelly, Travis Barker, YUNGBLUD
Shawntelle's eye snapped open and sat up, feeling her lungs rapidly taking in air. 'The fuck?' shaw thought to herself 'how the hell am I alive? I was shot in the fuckin eye'
She then quickly took in her surroundings and saw she was in a dingy alleyway with two decrepit buildings on each side. She looked up and saw the sky was red with a giant pentagram along with it. 'Oh, I'm in hell...' She put her hand on her chin, but just touched her neck, her eyes widened in horror but for some reason, her right eye wasn't opening either! She grabbed a nearby shard of glass and looked at her reflection, what stared back wasn't her face.
Shawnelle had a clean hole through her head due to the gunshot that killed her and her jaw was missing. Her remaining eye glowed completely green. She then noticed her hand, it was black, like charcoal with short but sharp claws, she pulled up her sleeves and checked the rest of her body. Her skin was black and rough almost like it was all pure muscle although her build hadn't really changed, her figure for the most part was still slim. Her face and torso had white markings and her once black hair was now pure white.
'What the hell am I?, I look like like some goth kid's wet dream'
She then noticed two boxes resing on the wall opposite her, a long rectangular box and a smaller square box next to it. She crawled over to them. She opened the smaller box. In the small box was a journal, a red face covering, an eye patch, and a plug with a note that said: "For the back of your head!"
Shaw quickly put the eye patch and face-covering on before clicking the plug to the back of her head. she opened the journal and on the front page said:
'The writings in this book are intended for you and you alone'
Shaw turned the page, where a paragraph awaited her:
Dear Shawntelle:
Congratulations you have died! Welcome to Hell!
I want you to go and get situated in a place called the "Happy Hotel" run by the Princess of Hell herself.
If you are asked how you found out about it just say you saw it on the pictures or something.
Once you are situated, await further instructions
Please I only ask that trust me. I only have your best interests in mind
- Sincerely a friend
Shaw closed the book before wondering that not many demons get given a bunch of free stuff upon arriving in Hell so free would play along for now at least. She then opened the bigger box inside a red cape, a skull-shaped belt buckle, a change of clothes, a red leg pack, an arm guard, a large boot cover for her right foot, and finally a giant sword with a label reading: Spawn Godslayer.
'Christmas came fuckin early' Shaw thought with a smirk on her face. She took off her old blood-stained clothing before donning her new clothes that consisted of a pair of Rugged boots, a pair of black army-like cargo pants, a plain white singlet, and lastly a black sleeveless leather jacket as well as the aforementioned other items listed.
Shawntelle clipped the Sword onto her back and stepped out of the alleyway. Outside of the alleyway she saw people or demons rather getting raped, robbed, dealing drugs, doing drugs everywhere. On buildings and billboards, there were advertisements of drugs, porn, assassination services, nightclubs, alcohol, etcetera, etcetera. Shaw just let out a small laugh or chuff as she didn't have her jaw anymore. 'This place is only slightly worse than earth' she thought to herself. She then noticed a building with neon lights reading "Happy Hotel". 'And that's where I'm headed' Shaw began to make her way there.
After a short while, a very tall spider-looking demon jumped in front of her, with sharp knives in each of his hands "You! give me your fuckin money!" Shaw just looked up at him, unfazed with a cold hard glare, her hands clenched into fists tightly. "Are you fuckin deaf!?" The spider growled, "Give me your shit now if you want to live!"
Shaw then threw a ball of green fire at his chest. The spider dropped his knives and dropped to his knees, there was a clean hole in his chest his heart then dropped in the middle hanging by its arteries. The spider slowly looked up at shaw only to see a second fireball being thrown into his face. The spider's head exploded, skull fragments and brain matter coating the sidewalk. Shaw looked at her handiwork in satisfaction, in all honesty, she didn't know how she did that it just came so naturally.
'So I'm not only some goth kid's wet dream' Shaw thought to herself 'I also have magical powers that would make a Marvel fan orgasm' She shook her head and continued to the hotel with no further interruptions.
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