You are special

Elisabeth rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. "We are listening."

Tituba theatrically raised her arms in the air, as if she were standing on a stage. "Verona Belthor." Reminds me a little of "Báthory" .

I could see in Elisabeth's eyes that she was just as unimpressed by the name. "Suits you," said the vampire with a sigh.

"But adapting our names to this era is not a bad idea." My gaze slid to Elisabeth. "What was your human name?"

The Countess hissed and left our circle to hide in the shadows. Verona followed her at once and could not suppress the pleasure of annoying Elisabeth. “Oh, what do my ears hear? I guess someone had a hard time naming them, ”she laughed like a mad witch. “Don't be a spoiler, Lizzy, what's your human name? Ursula? Wilhelmine? ”She was the only creature who laughed, but at least Verona never had any problems enjoying herself. "Or wait, maybe Walburga?"

I actually wanted to intervene, but then I felt a fourth presence and the group was complete. In World War I, a ghost, a witch, a vampire and a demon fought together. It was the first time we met. Everyone knew the hour of the birth of the other, a time in which one would go from human to hell creature if one made the pact with the devil. Elizabeth impressed Satan by starting to drink and bathe the girls' blood. Shortly afterwards she attained immortality and the properties that go with it; like immeasurable speed, strength, supernatural senses and the thirst for blood. But the almost four years in her room had killed her anyway.

Verona, also known as Tituba, was a Caribbean slave. She loathed her life and took pleasure in Satan's lustful words. She entered into a pact with him so that she could take revenge on Salem and her slave driver Parris and was named a witch. At some point, however, the devil took her soul back to reinstate her at another time.

The demon could be very deceptive and during the hour of its birth chose a beggar girl who had recently been raped by a man. Because of the pain, he had whispered to her and she agreed that he could rule over her body. So the demon knew how to connect to the human world.

I, on the other hand, had a different story. A clergyman from the north took an oath from the Bible and mentioned my name. He had created me with a strange ritual, which not only cost his life, but also that of the Arabs who mocked me at the time. But I had only taken their leader and to this day I did not know why I had shown mercy.

Satan had called me to him, took me in and even during the World War I there was a situation that reminded me again that my being was different.

We got caught between the fronts when we received the order to visit the Grim Reaper who was supposed to lead the deceased to the realm of the dead. But we didn't find him anywhere. Just as a bomb rushed past us and hit us with a deafening impact, a soldier lay in front of us who could no longer scream for help. His comrades were behind a hill and should only have been informed so that they could save him. We were four women and only one should have called for the men.

But Elisabeth had knelt down to him and sucked out his blood. Tituba cheered their action. I, on the other hand, was the only one who wanted to help the soldier. But why? Hell beings killed for pleasure, for revenge, for power ... they should hate people. For what they had done to Lucifer, since he had been banished from the kingdom of heaven because of his protests against the children of God - the people.

We served him and to this day I wondered if it was my nature or if there was something wrong with me in general. Hell beings felt no pity.

Satan never said a word about the fact that I only killed the Arab and not the whole city. A true hell being would have acted more brutally and painfully.

The new aura tore me from my thoughts. The last being to join our group was called the Legion. He was a demon, the three of us suspected, because he ruled over a female body. The hell being itself sat on the shoulders of the woman who had beautiful, curly, blonde hair. She was wearing a cocktail dress and had elegant make-up, as if she had just come from a gala party. Legion itself only directed the body, spoke and ate through it, and there was a close bond between them. Everything Legion thought happened in the woman's head because he needed it. Since his power was so powerful, he could not find a suitable human hull and had to think of something else. Then the idea occurred to him not to own the shell directly, but only to control it.

His own body resembled a small gargoyle with paws, large claws, and black eyes. On the back lay reddish-brown demon wings that looked like a bat. His skin was reptile-like.

"Hello Legion, it's nice that you arrive," criticized Verona, grinning cheekily into the woman's face.

"I didn't think we'd be summoned by Satan again." The woman's body had its own name. Legion called him Letaya. Her dark brown eyes fixed me. "Nice to see you again, Lilit."

I nodded expressionlessly to her that I was just as happy to see Legion again. However, my eyes were mostly on the gargoyle-like creature, although the latter only sat silent and observing on Letaya's shoulder. I still found it difficult to see the perspective.

"We are here, sir!" Shrieked Verona happily through the factory. As expected, Elisabeth was obviously annoyed by the witch, whose shrill and loud tone sometimes really irritated my hearing.

Somehow I had the feeling that this time we would get a certain assignment. The last time Satan let us come, he did not use telepathy, but instead sent one of his hell beings in the form of an animal. For me it was a raven.

Not even a moment later did we all notice the strong, unmistakable presence of the devil. We stood side by side like obedient soldiers. Finally, a familiar face emerged from the shadows - obviously after all these years it had kept its shell. He folded his hands behind his back. The hair and eyes were black as the darkness. Individual strands hung on his face and if I were still human, I would probably find his body very attractive.

Why did I still feel at all ? Was there nothing left of their human existence with the others?

"I'm glad to see you all safe and sound again." He ran to the first infernal creature. "Elisabeth," he said in a sensitive voice. He lifted her chin with his hand and kissed her lips. It did not mean, as in the human world, that one felt feelings for someone, but the devil could thus check whether the infernal being was loyally subordinate to him.

Then he turned to the witch. "Tituba, as cute and dangerous as ever," he praised her and she showed her white teeth through the cheeky grin. The darker skin made them stand out even more.

"Legion, you showed yourself extremely loyal during the last mission." He patted Letaya's cheek before kissing her.

With me, Satan stood silently before me, as if he no longer needed to test my obedience. The other girls looked over at me spellbound. When the situation got too uncomfortable for me, I was about to ask Satan what was wrong when the entire room was bathed in black and the other three women disappeared.

My heart was pounding loudly, the blood froze in my veins and Lucifer was still staring at me as if petrified. What happened to me Did I cheat on him? Wasn't my last mission successful? Did he want to punish me before anyone else?

"Lucifer? Sir? ”I breathed breathlessly and the oppressive darkness wrapped itself around my neck like a noose.

"You are special," it suddenly sounded and Lucifer's eyes softened, as if he had just felt a feeling. However, the devil had no soul, just like us hell beings - actually .

He stepped up to me and put his arms around my body. "Oh, my dear child, you are very special." I had never seen the devil hug anyone, let alone known that he could do such a gesture. It didn't fit the hell. Was that a trick? An exam?"