Epilogue

T he corridors of Hell are as familiar to me as the hallways of Middlebury Valley High. Balancing my dual life—learning to be the future Queen of Hell while also attending high school with Sierra—has become my new normal. Despite the return of my powers, I navigate the mundane world of lockers, textbooks, and cafeteria lunches with the same determination I apply to mastering the intricacies of ruling Hell.

Sierra remains my anchor in the human world, her quirky, vibrant personality a constant source of comfort and strength. She's the only one who knows the full extent of my secret life, and her unwavering support is something I cherish deeply. Her presence reminds me that even in the darkest times, there is always a glimmer of light.

As for Alistair, his return has been both a blessing and a challenge. The Council's decision to give him a second chance came with strict conditions. Our relationship must remain a secret; any hint of it could result in consequences far graver than before. But we find solace in stolen moments and hidden glances, our bond stronger than ever.

Every day, I train under my father's watchful eye, learning the art of leadership, diplomacy, and power. The weight of my destiny looms over me, the knowledge that one day I will ascend and become a full-fledged angel. The fear of falling from grace like my father is always in the back of my mind, but I am determined to forge my own path.

One evening, as the sun sets over the horizon, casting a golden glow over the cemetery, the three of us find ourselves hanging out among the gravestones. The familiar eerie calm of the cemetery is soothing.

"Look at that," Sierra says, pointing towards a group of kids spray-painting graffiti on the gravestones. "That's my stupid brother and his friends."

I turn to Alistair with a sly smirk, the thrill of a new game lighting up my eyes. "We know just how to fix a problem like that, don't we?"

Alistair matches my smirk with a knowing look. "Indeed, we do, my lady."

Sierra, catching on to our inside joke, giggles nervously. "Just, make sure he learns his lesson, okay?"

"My my," I smirk, ", I think there might be a sociopath inside you yet."

As we approach the kids, the thrill of impending chaos excites me. I might be the future Queen of Hell, but some things about me will never change. Torturing humans who deserve it, especially those who disrespect the dead, is one of my favorite pastimes.