I put one more shovelful of dirt over her grave. The ground looks like hell, and it should. She was a demon that possessed me. I worry about her being found and released from her grave to haunt me. I can hear the rumble of thunder in the distance, though for a moment I worry it is the armies of Hell with her as their general coming to exact revenge. I laugh at the storm and pull out my gun. I have killed the devil. I put the gun to my head and pull the trigger to receive my reward.