The Real Story of Heaven and Hell

I rolled over, knocking into my twin sister. We shared a bed pretty regularly, seeing as if we didn’t one of us usually had a pretty horrific nightmare.
“Sera.” I poked her side.
“Go away Lil.” She mumbled.
“I smell Gramps’ pancakes.” I said, flinging the covers off and running into the kitchen. Our grandfather makes the best pancakes. Like, he could sell them and make a fortune. Sera followed close on my heels.
“I knew that would get you girls up and moving.” Gramps was just setting out the plates for breakfast. I grabbed three forks and knives and poured myself a cup of orange juice.
“Nice Lilith. Don’t get your poor sister a cup of juice.” Sera gave me puppy dog eyes and I slid my cup across the table to her.
“There. I’m a good twin.” I said, staring out into the pouring rain. I never liked the rain, although Sera did.
“Seraphina, Lilith.” Gramps said, trying to get our attention. “I have to go out for a while. Don’t-”
“Let anyone in or tell them we’re alone. We know Gramps.” I rolled my eyes. He was really overprotective of us when he left us alone, even though today is our twentieth birthday. He kissed both of us on the forehead, grabbed his coat and umbrella, and walked out into the thunder storm.
Sera and I devoured those heavenly pancakes and settled into the living room. I was playing Call of Duty; she was doing some weird contortions. Downward facing dog, lotus, corpse pose. Sounds like it hurts, by the noises she’s making, and I’m a dancer. I bend oddly for a living.
“I can’t hear the people dying over you!” I yelled, shooting down some poor guy. I heard a knock on the door and started to get up.
“Remember Gramps’ rule.” Sera warned.
“It’s probably him. He probably forgot his key again.” I shrugged, going over to the door. I opened it and screamed.
Unless Gramps’ face melted off and he grew horns in an hour, that is not Gramps. I tried to slam the door, but the thing pushed me over and got into the house.
“Oh my God!” Sera screamed, wielding a fire poker like a baseball bat. I couldn’t respond because the thing was holding me against the wall, razor sharp nails digging into my throat as his grip tightened. She whacked it upside the head with the fire poker and it loosened its grip enough for me to breathe.
I kicked it, thanking whatever power there is that I wore heavy boots today. It flew into the mirror across the hallway, spraying glass everywhere. One shard dug into my upper arm and I roared in pain. I grabbed Gramps’ shotgun from its spot over the mantle.
Thanks Gramps, for teaching me to shoot. I aimed at its head and fired, splattering gooey black stuff everywhere.
“What the hell was that?” Sera had the same wide eyed look I must have.
“I have no fucking idea.” I rubbed my neck where its claws had dug into my neck. I bit down on my lower lip and ripped the shard of glass out of my arm. It hurt like a motherfucker.
Then the living room window exploded. I cocked the shot gun and Sera grabbed the poker.
More of those weird creature things were in our living room. I heard growling and the pool of black crap the other thing had exploded into was pulling itself together, Terminator-style.
“Fuck, they come back!” I yelled.
“If we die, I really love you.” Sera said. We stood back to back, circling to keep the monster things in view.
Demons. A little voice in my head said. We are so fucked.
“Any last words?” I asked over my shoulder.
“Die fuckers die!” That wasn’t from Sera, and it sure as hell wasn’t me. A bunch of tattooed guys holding swords jumped in our shattered front window. The demon things hissed at them and directed their attention at the tattooed guys.
I grabbed Sera’s hand and started running. It occurred to me that two girls running down the block, one holding a shot gun, the other holding a fire poker, might look a tad strange.
Then again, the demons on our tail and the guys with swords chasing after them might look stranger.