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Vengeance is sweet

- Hello Lucifer, remember me?
- Wha…what’re you doing here?
- You had fun with the WRONG HUMAN!
At the moment I’m all rage and fury. No good thoughts ride my heart, no harmony, peace, or wishes for violence or torture to stop. I am the materialization of violence and gore… thus, violence and gore I desire to inflict. But it wasn’t always like this, no. A few months back, 2 weeks after my son had secretly been kidnapped by someone and never heard from again…it began.

A few months back:
I remember I arrived home and was watching TV, well kind of. I was looking for news or something about my child, or some dead child found. Bad news are still news in those circumstances; when I heard the window open, a little boy came in. I looked at him hopeful but no, it was not meant to be yet. It was not my son; the boy was the same age, cute little thing with beautiful eyes and a baby’s posture. He looked at me and smiled.
- Hello there boy. What brings you here? – I asked. The boy cracked a disfigured smile and said:
- I AM THE SON OF LUCIFER! AND I… - I acted immediately. No normal boy could make that smile and no normal boy could have his vocal cords twisted enough to remotely sound like that. I grabbed him by the neck and threw him onto a wall. He didn’t even waver or flinch, just kept smiling. I quickly grabbed a knife and stabbed him in the heart but still…there was the smile. I stabbed him over and over and over and over again in his chest and belly and limbs but still…he smiled. So I threw him to the ground and cut his legs off, cut his arms off; the room was a bloody mess worthy of this foul creature, more than 5 liters had run for sure… but still he smiled. So I cut his head off by the neck and took it with me to the sofa. Still he smiled, innocent and cute. Then I got really angry and just stabbed him repeatedly in the mouth, 32 times for each tooth; cut his lip off and also pierced my hungry knife in his eyes.
Finally there was no more smiling. I felt relieved by victory, my holy task, I was a savior!
- CHARLES!!! – My wife shouted. I figured she’d be upset so I quickly explained:
- No wait, he was the son of Lucifer, I heard him speak it, it was the demon.
- CHARLES! THAT’S OUR SON!
I froze in time. That second it took me to look to the bodiless head is like life to me. I only lived that portion of my life. ‘Tis only that moment I feel every day I remain among the living. I looked again and I screamed…
- AHHHHHHHH!!! – I jumped up the couch in a fucking over-reaction. In a god damn terrified manner. I felt like I would live forever with that. – AHHHHHHHHH! OH MY GOD, MY SON! CHARLIE! OH MY GOD. – I’d hug my son’s corpse if there was anything left in shape; I had mangled my own son. My wife quickly ran off the house, surely to call the police and so, I gave a last gasp to my son and with a glare, I grabbed my coat and ran away from home. I didn’t even have time for tears, didn’t even have time for…for…oh my god.
I managed to elude the police and check into a hotel in the next state and once I was in Mexico I was free…but Jesus almighty, to do what? I just wanted to kill myself. But something roared greater than pain. Something in me burnt more than suffering and torture. I didn’t want suicide, I wanted homicide! I wanted REVENGE! I wanted the responsible entity to suffer 100 times more than my son did, AT MY HANDS.
And so I studied the bible and all other religious books; and forced the most renowned exorcists and priests from all religions to meet me and help me. Alone and solely using my wits and suicidal bravery, I achieved eternal life robbing it from my guardian angel. And no, I didn’t care; he messed up on his work anyway. Time went on, technology got better, and religion began to fade but not me. I stayed true to my goal. I fought off Special Forces and crusaders, cursed priests into hell as my agents, for I also got my followers; killed anyone who even showed some interest for Satan. But I never found the window…till this day; the turn of the millennium, the entering of the third, counting from Christ’s death. It was there I found a rule… I could ask anything from god and that I did:
- God, - I humbly began. – make my wish come true…make so Satan, Lucifer himself is mortal for a day and closed in the normal world, next to me. I ask nothing more of you.
And so here we are…and let’s say that for the first time the DEVIL ain’t too happy to see a human wielding nothing but rage and fury. For the first time, the DEVIL didn’t like violence and GORE… torture.
I was to torture him ALL DAY, burn him alive with fire AND acid, cut every piece of his body, castrate him, tear off his nose and ears with a tourniquet, and shave off his cheeks and forehead; his skin and meat out of his bones, off all his body! Hahaha, He is semi-mortal you see. He doesn’t have any powers but can’t die either.
Will I pay for this? I honestly don’t care! I don’t care about my future punishment; I just wanted…all I ever wanted in my eternal life.
- PLEASE. PLEASE STOP THIS! I beg of you, I’ll do anything, ANYTHING!
I just wanted to see Lucifer beg….to one much alike him and receive the same response HE would give. I smile, only half the day promised by God had passed and I was already smiling….
Hahahahahaha, HAHAAHAHAHAHAH. Vengeance is sweet!

© Hugo Damas