Prologue

Have you ever thought that your life was a living Hell?

I remember the first time I actually saw her, leaning against the windowsill. This girl with her all black attire and her plain features, her C grade average and her average physique, utterly mundane.

And yet there was something extraordinary about her. You could catch a glimpse of it every now and then. The way she gracefully placed a cigarette to her lips with her delicate fingers. The way she beat the shit out of someone, and then prayed for their passage to heaven. The way she forgave the one who had damned her to hell.

I looked into her eyes and saw at once cynicism, hatred, rage, humility, sorrow, and grace.

How could it be that demons and Christ coexist within a single individual? And which was stronger?

Have you ever thought that your life was a living Hell? She scoffed.

You have no idea.