[Eyudo]: 725.Z-Town USA 1: the begining of the end: the entire book.Chapter 9: Learing of Him

We all huddled into his room while he reached down and slid the laptop out from under his bed. He booted it up and logged on. Then he opened the Internet and up to a search engine. He typed in: Rob Lucifer, and clicked search. A minute or so later it finished looking. Only one single sight came up on him. Kind of odd to me.
He clicked on it and it loaded the page. We skimmed over it at first, just to see if it was worth it or even the right thing. “It says his government records say he has died on thirteen separate dates going back as early as in the B.C.’s? That makes even less sense than what we already knew.” Amanda said. “Maybe we should read the entire page,” she said, “ might do us more good than skimming over it.”
So we read it all the way through. Here’s the basics of the content on the page:

Rob G. Lucifer, born before time some say, and others just call him crazy for his thoughts of being immortal as a devils prodigy or son. Yet records show some interesting things on him that don’t add up unless he was telling the truth about who he was. For example: he allegedly died on thirteen separate occasions. Most trials to death, but a few just found in a gutter or dead in his home. And in the midst of it, the earliest known records for him dated back to clues found in the Jurassic era of time! Something was not adding up. Further research showed them that he was not lying and then they realized that they had to do something to banish him to hell to stay so they may stop his murderous madness of evils. 

Records show his statistics were clearly very high in body count and followers. He was beaten and abused in the record of his younger ages by the foster family he was left with by his dad, the devil. A sad account. Either way, the vengeance and evils were in his blood and didn’t see a chance to escape his fate of powerful madness. 

His body count was well over in the hundreds of thousands and showed no mercy to any. His followers (the few there were, few equaling more like a couple thousand) killed themselves in attempt to please him, adding to his power. Most his victims weren’t killed quickly. They were beaten and tortured and left to die off in distant and barren lands. Either desserts or frozen oasis’s often never anywhere near where they live but always where they would be easily found so his work could be admired or abhorred. Torture was the most common way for him to do it, but sometimes his nature for science would cause cruel experiments to his “subjects”, meaning the human kind. Therefore became his sick and twisted fetish to twist flesh and bone into some things it should have never been made to. Unholy things would happen in his laboratory.

The final execution of him was some hundred years ago we believe. No real encounters have been made since then. The government brought in men of pure holiness to banish and seal him to death for good this time where they had failed before. People swear that they still see hi sometime, but no real legitimate claims have been proven. No they say that the door can be open between where he was sent and the earth, but no one knows how to break it. But his final words before his departure were: “you can’t keep me there forever, it’s only a matter of time till I find another way back! Vengeance and pins will be mine to spread in the havoc filled raptures I will bring! Blood being its fuel and death being the stories last line!” Then they sent him away.

This being the only site, we guarantee it credible, taken directly and compiled from all records in history and countries on this name of one and only one who owns it. Rob G. Lucifer, son of the devil. There was reason to suspect he wasn’t, but find to claim he really was and is. We see no glitches between the dimensions of hell and earth, so no fears become evident in the situation. He should be locked away the rest of time.

Yes his powers are great, but by the history of his ways, the seal was specially designed for him. He is the master of pains and tortures all die to how he was treated. Sworn in his vengeance, the gates where he ma return if he can pass through is heavily guarded. No more will ever be seen of Rob. 

“That is twisted.” I said after we read it all. Everyone else silently agreed. There was nothing you could really say to that except what I said. There were no words to describe a man like evil. Evil is weak compared to him even! This was a truly malicious evil man. And we were trying to take him on still.