Goddess of Hell

There was that smell again. Burning sulphur. At least I imagine that's what sulphur smells like It woke me abruptly, and I nearly fell off the window ledge, the long skirt tripping me. “Crap, crap, crap.” Heart pounding a mile a minute, I scrambled upright, shoving my messy bottle green hair out of my face The scent of burning sulphur surged, filling the air until I almost couldn’t breathe. My throat tightened, fear fisting it tight. It was him. The dark. The shadow. It had to be. I didn’t know what haunted me, but I knew it was deadly. My dreams and my intuition made that clear. But I wanted to know. Because as much as the dark shadow scared me, I was desperate to discover what it was. Why did it make me hot and cold all at once? Why did it smell like the depths of hell, but in a way that I liked? As I neared the back, I swore I saw a man in the shadow—no, of the shadow. Like he was made of the dark starless night itself. Tall and broad, he appeared at the corners of my vision…watching me. I swore I’d seen him in my dreams before, just his physique and a black and gold mask covering his face, half and half perfectly symmetrical like yin and yang It was his presence I felt now, watching me so intently. Warmth crept over my skin, banishing some of the coldness, an unnatural response to a phantom. I turned toward him, and he disappeared as if he’d never been there. What was I going to do if I caught him, anyway? I had magic—elemental magic, mostly—but not much of it. And I wasn’t particularly skilled because I lived among humans who still believe magic was non existent, as if the paranormal movies they watch mean nothing and have no basis. I was headed to the stage to check on the settings when I spotted something at the base, I thought it was one of the props. But deep down I knew I wouldn't like what I'd find, at first she looked like she was sleeping, peaceful in a theater playing loud music. 'Laura!?.,Laura wake up b***h we've got rehearsal' but her skin was like burning ice, she was gone, the only person I was close to in this world was gone.... I am pretty sure what killed my pet last month is the same thing that killed my only friend, the darkness that haunted my nights and darkened my days was taking the things I loved, one at a time.. what did I do to deserve this!? I'm a good person. Sure I lie once in a while but only white lies so why is this dark being after me? Why me exactly it's not like I'm powerful elemental witch I can't even keep myself dry when it rains. So for what other reason would anything try to ruin my life!?