Kingdom Hell

What do mortals fear the most? The answer is quite easy, actually. It is death. Death is what causes the end of all of the creatures. No one can hope to escape the gaze of Death, nor could they divert its gaze to another suitable kill. No, no one may able to pass the judgment of Death.

But in retaliation to that statement, what do the dead fear most? You can't just say the opposite of mortals, which would be life. The dead, do not fear life at all, in fact the dead would hungrily claw at what they believe is what makes mortals live. That though is another story, entirely different from my own. This story that I am about to tell you does, in fact, tell you the thing that the dead fear most, but to save you the trouble of trying to figure it out I'll simply tell you now, and not worry about it later. The dead fear their masters.

My story; is not exactly a long one, but more of a short campfire ghost story that can be told in under half an hour. It all began when I was a child, I was forgotten and pushed away from my family because, and they knew that I was pure evil. It was not my fault that I was evil. I could just as easily said that they were evil for pushing me away. Well one does become what one does say after a while. I did not believe myself evil, but I engaged in every evil deed I could think of. I made my parents proud. They believed that I was evil and so I became evil.

But that did not matter if they knew or not. I came across many evil things in my early childhood. Many of which I used to torture my siblings and many I used as persuasion of my mother to get what I would want. It was all part of my big plan, get revenge for them think I was evil. But by this time I was already convinced I was, in fact, evil, but I did not let myself think that. But I studied most of my free time so that my father would stay off my back.

My father and I had a deal; if I was good in something that made our family proud, like getting into sports, then we wouldn't tell the cops of my experiments. Ah, yes my experiments. It was during the time when we had pets in our house. We once had 3 dogs and 17 fish. I used them all in experiments to find out which would burn better, which almost ended in my capture by the authority. But foolish humans only believe what they want to believe. So they paid no attention to me. They arrested my older brother though. The next day I laughed in my room all day long.

Anyways, where was I? Oh, yes; I would study hard to make them proud; even though they did not want an evil genius, to put into their words, but I was delighted by the fact that the better I did in school the more my family feared me. I loved to watch my family squirm in horror, because they knew that I was invincible in ways of knowledge.

I, however, learned that I was not invincible, because as a simple mortal I would soon decay and fall apart like any other mortal. But my knowledge would soon find a way to relive me of that, horrible end. In my studies I found many books relating to Satan, all of them explaining that if you deal with him he will reward you. What the reward that the Satan gave was unclear, depending on what you do can give you different amounts of rewards. The hard part, though, was reaching Satan. None of the books said how, but they constantly reverted back to one book that title was The Big Book of Summoning.

I tried to figure out where the book may be hidden, because there was no record of it ever existing. I gathered all the other books and studied them long and hard. The books explained many things about Satan and his followers. They only worked in the dark hours of the day and night. They cannot live with out fire. The books also had magic that related to Satan; in a language only Satan and his pets can understand. I was the first human to change that. If the books were this helpful in my quest for knowledge, then they were to sure be perfect in my quest for Satan and join Him, in eternal life. I planed to steal all the books.

On my eighteenth birthday my plan was put into motion. That was my first crime.

I stole the books from the library. True it doesn't sound too evil, but you should have seen the building when I was done. It was burning to the ground before I left the state. And the people inside never left and never will.

I traveled long searching every land that the book may have been put into a safeguard, and I never let the world know where I was. I covered my tracks well. After I came into a clue that I thought that I should follow I would search for information. If the person, who gave me information, did not give me information that sufficed I killed them.

After traveling many times I came across a small town inside a small country that would be no bigger than a school district. I traveled here because of disturbing news, the more disturbing the better, as I always say. The rumor was that demons ran amok in the night. I drooled in my sleep waiting for the chance for this to become a satanic worshiper. When I arrived in the town I discovered that the entire town was not only deserted, but also red. Not painted red as the last sentence may infer, but a dark crimson red that was splattered here and there and it glistened in the sun. It was Blood.

I did not need to really think hard to know why the town was splattered with layers and layers of still drying blood. This town must have had servants of Satan, and the servants that failed him and were killed and reincarnated into demons. They then were set loose so that they fix the mistakes of their past lives. That simply meant that this was where I was to find my way into life after death, and would be granted internal power and life.

I no longer needed to find Satan if I could find the minions and kill them. If my hunch was correct, and they always are, then Satan should be watching and I will be able to get power from him by dealing with his failures.

The problem of dealing with them was simple, what was difficult, however, was how to get the creatures that work in the night and do not normally coincide with mortal creatures. I had a solution, but would it work? Of course it would, like my parents always said, "You're an evil, delusional, genius!"

I waited until dusk, demons and other souls of the dead normally worked in the closer it is to midnight, but they would not be alert in the beginning. I sat in the middle of the town with a circle just drawn around me. On the lines, several inches from each other were candles. All black. The flame coming from them gave a wonderful dancing light to the drying blood on all the walls of the town.

After a while, of sitting motionless, I heard a noise I stood up and grabbed a candle and started to look for the sound's creator. It was a goat-headed demon; small and lean, but blind, due to the fact that it had no eyes. The sound, turned out to be the creature sniffing out the fire. Demons love fire. More and more blind creatures appeared here and there, but I did not falter I held the candle and stared at all the demons until they started to move towards me. When they started to move I whipped the candle up to my face and started chanting dark hideous words that sounded like a mix between the scream of the dead and the sound of fire starting to just take flame. I tried, and succeeded, in suppressing a squeal of delight. I looked toward the original demon and said 3 short quick words, 'döcts, tölban, veìils', which meant in the language of Satan, death, blood, and pain.

Instantly the demon erupted in smoke and fire and started to mimic the flame of the candle. I then said 'death' again in the language of Satan, and the fire stopped and all that remained was the ash of the demon. I swiftly took care of the rest and sat down and snuffed out all the candles; except the one that I was holding, and closed my eyes.

I waited for what seemed like ages, but then my ears caught a slight gurgling sound. I did not open my eyes, until the sound of gurgling gave way to the sound of thunderous laughter. I opened my eyes and to my surprise I saw a goat-footed, bat-headed, red humanoid figure sitting only seven feet away.

"Ah," said the figure that could only have been Satan, "Never have I seen someone who sat in a street filled with blood and smile as you have. What's your plan, smart guy? Going to try and kill me and be like a Satan-Hunter and all that stupidity that all humans go through; 'Go to the light, demon!' 'May the radiant light of the Lord shine upon you!' Ugh! It makes me sick!" and with that the powerful demon spat on the ground. The saliva sizzled.

"No all powerful one—" Satan stared at me, "—I have come to make an offer that would be stupid to ignore," I stated carefully, yet powerfully.

"Oooh! Insults, how exciting, next you'll say something like 'your mama was a demon-lover' bring it on, I don't really care."

I ignored the fact that he was being sarcastic to me, his soon-to-be-best demon, instead, I said, "Sire, I only want to serve you and be granted power and eternal life."

The demon master stared at me for a moment more than got up and said, "And why in the Nine Layers of Hell should I? You must think of me as a fool—"

"No fool," I interrupted, "Just a lover of mass chaos," and at this I smiled devilishly.

"Well, well, well, looks like I've got an apprentice. Hell is going to be in for a good time tonight, but it wont matter, if it takes thousands of demons to train you then so be it. This will be fun."

With that he swung at me and I made no movement to block the attack. Satan struck me with his hand and buried into my skin and I died.

And with that my life opened up into a wonderful life, filled with the destruction of souls, killing of mortals, and most importantly, the genocide of the human race.

Satan was right; I did have too much fun.