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The Gates Of Hell

There is a click-clack coming down a pathway that is lit in total darkness. The pitter-patter of acid rain drops onto the rugged black surface. In the far distance, there is a howl, yet more like a cry. Thunder roars to create the perfect balance for ultimate chaos and pure raw horror.If you find me walking past your room this very moment, you know that you have landed where nothing real exists anymore. The only reality shall be that of your fear, your own personal agony that you have created for yourself.You have earned yourself a one-way ticket to my playground.Welcome to hell.The sun does not shine here, nor is there anything living, including you, my dear friend. You will live in your agonizing present with the deed that has brought you down here. A time loop of the sin you so foolishly committed that, up there, brought you great pleasure.Here it is my pleasure to see you suffer.Here I am Damien, the Devil's son.Now, do not

A Demon Gone Rogue

I find myself completely under the spell that this delicate creature has put me under. I know that if I count down for but one more second, I shall find myself right where I want to be. In the presence of beauty. I will be completely lost in what is so intoxicating. I can yet not place if it is her scent or her beauty that draws me most. Right here from where I am sitting, I can almost see the hairs on her porcelain skin stand at end as the cool breeze flows over her body.But before I can experience what I have come here for, I am ripped away from her spell as my dear father is calling.Well, one would find that rather peculiar for how would hell make contact with those on earth. The plain answer, they don't. Father, as with every other creature that finds itself as demon, angel, and the devil's son himself, only but communicate with their mind.If father had been able to call me, the man would have known his son is playing on the wrong playground.So, I

Heavenly Creature

Now I would love to say that I am packing my bag and going on an adventure.That is so far from reality.A demon is one awful mean creature. I have always wondered why my father created them, but as he says, it scares the living hell into the humans that find their residence here. Now, if living in a loophole is not enough, you have some ugly creature standing at your door. Like a true monster in the closet.Though, let me explain this to you first. Down in hell, a demon is a creature that possesses no face, no noticeable feet or hands; it is a thing that hovers like an ominous black cloud over your shoulder. But, you put a demon on earth, well, there will be no way that you could see the difference. He shall, however, need to fill his craving for flesh. Why father made them that way, I always thought he was having a wicked bad day. As for the soul part, well, that is their main part. They are created to take and leave nothing.So, finding him, for me, wi

Light To A Grey Heart

Mirabelle…A wondrous beauty.The name compliment the meaning. Yet, I feel it does not describe her beauty to perfect precision. What is perfect precision is watching her as she makes every single move. The way that her fingers flip that page while she is reading, it is done effortlessly and elegantly. When she smiles at something pleasant, it is a curve that happens so naturally, it lights up her face like a million fireflies would light up hell.She is everything a sinful man such as me would like to have in his presence. Yet, I do have her in my presence for only now, for only until she stops reading or when the sun starts fading. I can say with certainty now that she will come to this park very often, hopefully, every day, and that there gives me a reason. But I have one problem.I need to hunt a demon.But I do not listen. I am sitting here and getting lost in an angel's eyes. That awkward feeling in my heart has not once faded when she c

Deep Cherry Red

As I walk beside Mirabelle, I cannot help but feel that I have accomplished a victory. Well, the fact just remains that the Devil’s son shall get what he wants. No matter if it is my given right, I shall still take it for myself.So it is here where I need to remind myself that the longer I stay in Mirabelle’s presence, the more I will corrupt her soul. Yes, my father shall demand that I take it if he ever has to find out. Now that is only if I take this awkward feeling and explore it for myself. I can seal her fate to an eternity in Hell. She need not even to have sinned, just being in my mere presence will seal her fate.Do I truly care for what happens to her after I have accomplished what I want to get? To be honest with myself, I do not.I know that at some point that my true nature will set in, and once that happens, there is really no turning back. And this is where I find myself following such a delicate creature, not knowing what my true int

True Fury

I find myself standing in the darkness of an alley. The trail of the demon has brought me to this very spot where I have found some remains of the human that he had only but slaughtered hours before.While I let my guard down for but one second to bend down, I hear a scuffle behind me. As my senses peak and I take in my surroundings, I rise to my feet, and as I spin on my heels, I am faced with the very thing that has crept up behind me.“My dear man, what can I help you with?”He only but smirks as he raises his hand and points a gun firmly into my chest, “Your wallet, now.”Rather startled at his boldness, I step one step back, only raising my voice with one pitch louder, “I am afraid you are trying to rob the wrong man.”He growls at me while he presses his gun even deeper against my chest. “I said your wallet.”And it is just then that I see what is lurking behind him. Well, I did not quite

Crumbling Restraint

Restraint is one thing that I do not possess; being with Mirabelle is snapping each string that is attached to the seams. I know that feeling something for her should be so wrong, but right now, wrong surely feels so good.Looking at her beauty does not only take my breath away; it knocks all the air out from my chest. Now she is sitting here and doing this damn seductive thing with those supple red lips.I feel like a complete fool every time I speak to her. The only thing I seem to mutter out is one simple word. "Mirabelle."I look up into her eyes; her lips are but less than an eye wink away. All I need to do is lean an inch forward, and mine would be against them. But mine is trembling and how I would love us to tremble together.I lean that inch forward and brush my lips against her cheek. It is like little sparks prickling my skin. Her skin is soft, but there is a different softness to her. I have never felt this feeling before. I am inches away fro

My Perfect Sin

The Devil thrives on secrets, secrets, and sins. That is what drives you straight to Hell, the things that your mind desire; those are the things that doom you one day. Me, personally, I do enjoy a good secret; I can, with the utmost confidence, turn whatever you are keeping silent and turn it into your destruction.Now, if you do say that there is something that you need to tell me, I immediately get that excitement that builds from deep within the ruthless parts of me, those deep dark places that need to feed on the suffering and pain. It is a yearning to that desires all the forbidden.And it is with this yearning, this desire to have a blissful sin uttered in my ears, that I am eagerly slip on one of my best suits. With one satisfied yet eagerly sneaky smile, I give myself a once over in the tall mirror. Dressed in all black, a suit soft and silk to the touch, I fix my hair for what has now been almost the tenth time. For one that has been tossing in a bed that he

Drawn To Danger

So I am finding myself next to Mirabelle on a park bench amongst so many others. I can see there is a deep pain in her eyes; now I am a man, and even more so, I am a Devil; I have no idea how to take a woman’s pain away. I might not know how to do that, but I know how I would like to comfort her.Though she has just told me that she is married, do I truly care? My answer is absolutely no; I do not feel much for her situation, well perhaps I shall not put it as bluntly as that. My point here being that it makes no difference to a man like me if she finds herself in a bonded union.I love the challenge that it presents, so what do I do?I softly cup her face in my hands and gently wipe the tears away from her eyes. Her eyes pierce into mine as she is looking past me, the facade, the mystery, the man whose true intentions are not clear...and she makes me crumble...and I give in...With every breath, every wink, every inch, I move my lips closer to hers

Fighting For Honor

There is a sting that sets my body on fire, and it is not a fire caused by Mirabelle. Her sweet lips that were only but a few seconds against my skin has now been replaced by the firm fist of a man.Only caught off guard for but a brief moment, I rise from my seat and turn to face the man who has been so bold to throw a punch in my direction, especially when I was not looking.Now there is a raging boiling that is starting to build in my core, and I can feel it spill and rush through every vein. It hits my heart like a wildfire and sets my eyes alight. The beast has been awakened. I do not know this man, but he shall pay.But just as I start to advance, I have Mirabelle pulling me back, “Please, Damien, don’t.” She stutters, and then she mumbles; from underneath her sobs, I hear her softly speak. “This is my husband, Mark.”Well, I do frankly not care if the man was the fucking pope; he has just attacked me for no reason. Yes

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