Apprehensive_Age3663

Apprehensive_Age3663 t1_jctnin0 wrote

The plan worked better than Satan initially thought. Who would have thought that the way to earn human souls in Hell is to make them believe demons “accept” them for who they are. To encourage humans to open up about their feelings and suffer as themselves. This lie has fooled many humans and granted Hell more souls than ever before. Of course there are those few people that see through the lies of the Devil, calling him “Deceiver” and “Tempter”. But those people will be dealt with in due time.

For now, Satan has enjoyed watching soul after soul leave their mortal bodies behind and enter Hell willingly. They reject the glories of Heaven, viewing it as a “totalitarian afterlife”, another lie Satan made pretending it was “Truth” and enjoy the “freedoms” of damnation. The demons enjoy their jobs as pretend therapists, digging into mortal’s past traumas and making them relive their worst moments as a way of “helping them”. In reality the demons could give two shits about human trauma and only enjoy torturing man psychologically. And of course there is the invasion of Earth.

Demons have been possessing the soulless bodies of those who gave themselves over to Hell willingly and wear their skin to torture those who have yet to surrender their souls to Satan. Oh the fun Satan gets watching families scream as their once-dead child comes back from the grave, decaying body now possessed by some dregs from Hell. The souls in Hell are unaware of what their “demon friends” are up to on Earth. Even if they knew, they can’t do anything to stop it.

Needless to say, Satan was pleased with how everything was going for him and his demons. He hopes it will continue onto the next few generations.

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Apprehensive_Age3663 t1_jaweaao wrote

“What do you mean?” Davien asked. Lord Death began fading into the darkness, his bone-white skeletal face dissolving like salt in water. Only his amber-colored eyes remained, lingering intensely on Davien.

Then, the pain began.

Davien could feel his chest burning, crimson flames fusing into his chest, emitting black smoke. He screamed in agony as a mark branded itself as not his soul. A cold, callous laugh echoed throughout the void.

“You have kept the monster inside for too long. It’s time to let it out, let it howl at that scarlet moon. It’s time for you, Davien Marrick, Heir of Darkness, to become my champion. Arise, Wraith King!”

. . .

Elaina was in disbelief. Davien was alive! He laid in the bed gasping for air, eyes wide with fear. Elaina rushed over to the bed and wrapped her arms around him.

“You’re back!” she exclaimed, tears running down her cheeks. “I can’t believe you’re back.”

“Elaina,” Davien croaked. “Please-“

“Give him some space Your Highness! He just came back to life. Don’t smother him,” Galen said from behind. Elaina stepped aside and wiped the tears off her face. She’s waiting so long to look into her lover’s eyes again. Only…they weren’t entirely his now.

“Davien? Your eyes-“ the iris was crimson instead of the chocolate brown she’s grown to love. She felt his hand push her back, keeping her away.

“I need you and Galen to go. And seal the door behind you!”

“Why?!” Elaina exclaimed. She just got her lover back, there was no way in hell she was going to leave him again. Davien turned to the window, sweat pouring down his face. He was scared, but why?

“Because Death brought me back to kill you.”

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