They came to me when I turned 9.

My church called them demons, shadows of nightmares, haunted souls of the damned. They christened, baptized , prayed over and shunned me. Then suddenly, one day, I was cured. My demons had gone away for good. It was magic and we all rejoiced.

Except. They hadn't. They were still there and with every passing year I learned something new about them. The first year I learned their name.

Ani.

Hey you guys I will not be finishing this story. Too much crappie has been going on and I'm involved in other projects now. But my good friend Jarianna will take over and I trust she will be amazing at this! Please give her a chance with this story. Thank you so much.

This is PG-13 as there are nothing explicit or overly suggestive, however, it may contain disturbing themes.

"Hell is empty

For all the devils were on Earth"

This is the story of a man who had been utterly broken by the world.

His name was Jaxon Claifton, but he went by Cliff

His father was a drunk, twisted man who'd slept with so many woman he didn't even know the origins of his own children. Cliff's little sister was born blind and after one particular tenth birthday, something finally snapped. They ran. The boy carried his sister far, far away.

Now, a year later, they're finally settling down into the quiet town of Calchester. The housing there was cheap and they could finally start a new life without worry. His depression isn't that bad anymore and he's finally beginning to accept this new life.

Then he meets Jocelyn.

She's everything he's not. Everything he wishes he could be. Everything he could imagine love feels like. But this won't be a normal happily ever after. Because honestly, when has life ever been that easy for him?