My name is Delihla Bee.
I try to pretend my family is at least semi-normal and some of the time it works! But other times... well it's a living- hell, literally.
I live in Hell, you know the big red fiery place? But sadly it's not what most people think it is. It's actually pretty boring. We walk, talk and shop like when we were alive. In fact last decade I bought a new daemon that actually burps fire when you feed it pomegranates! But to be short and sweet Hell is simply where every one who dies and stays until they are reborn. The rest you probably know, if you were good you're reborn quickly otherwise, well ya... and unfortunately I have been down here for two thousand years and truthfully, it sucks.
Now comes the interesting part, because if i don't explain to you how the system works down here, you will get all upset when I call my little brother a slime ball. See, when a soul comes down they take on a form that "suits" them. My father is a giant rock like man completely covered in granite, my mother, well she's a harpy, screeching voice and all. Then comes my little brother and as you can guess... he's an Alien slime ball. Seven tentacles, gooey slimy skin and worst of all he smells like he was left in the sewers for weeks. But I guess I can't be that upset, back when I was alive my two living brothers smelt almost the same. Then comes me, the only person who's the form I am (and sadly species are only interested in the same species you know, slime balls with slime balls and harpies with harpies) and I got stuck as a human.
So I am going to tell you my story the only way I know how, sarcastic, truthful and hope fully not too overdramatic, so to all who have week hearts, see you after the last page!
