As they returned to the island, the staff encircled Lucia, their worried faces a blur of questions and concerns. But she dismissed their inquiries with a flick of her hand, forcing a bright smile onto her lips. "I'm fine, really," she assured them, her voice steady despite the turmoil churning inside. Yet, her eyes betrayed her, revealing the depth of her fear and anxiety.Longing to escape the suffocating attention, Lucia made her excuses and hastened towards the familiar haven of her bed. Her feet carried her with a sense of urgency, as if seeking refuge from the world. As she collapsed onto the soft mattress, her eyelids drooped, and she surrendered to the all-consuming darkness of sleep.But her slumber was short-lived, her mind conjuring a vivid dreamscape that seemed all too real. She saw the world through a stranger's eyes, her vision limited to a narrow field of view. The shady man once again appeared before her.He loomed ahead, his gun trained on a face she couldn't see. B
Lucia struggled to her feet, the deafening explosion still echoing in her mind like a lingering nightmare. As she rose, Mark's taunting voice cut through the air, his words dripping with malice. "Lucia, I don't know what Mara told you, but this island isn't what you think it is. Even though I'm not sure why he brought you here, I will assume that you are innocent and worth saving."Lucia's response was a fierce scream, her voice shattering the tense silence like a shards of broken glass. "I don't know who Mara is!!!, but I doubt a psychopath like you would understand!" The words tore from her throat like a primal cry, her anger and fear boiling over.Mark's laughter was a cold, mirthless sound, a chilling contrast to the warmth of the tropical air. He materialized in the same room, his sudden appearance making Lucia's heart race like a wild animal. "Let's just stop the game of cat and mouse," he sneered, his eyes glinting with a sinister light. "I'm not the enemy here."But Lucia was
The darkness of night shrouded the sandy island, the only sound the crashing of waves against the shore. Mark stood firm, his shotgun at the ready, as Chuck's demon minions emerged from the shadows.Their eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, their twisted forms seeming to shift and writhe in the faint moonlight. Mark gripped his shotgun tightly, but instead of firing, he used the weapon as a club, swinging the handle with precision and force.The first minion stumbled back, his head cracked and bleeding, as Mark struck him with a swift swing of the shotgun's handle. The second minion lunged, his claws snapping wildly, but Mark dodged and countered with a swift strike to his chest, sending him crashing to the sand.The third minion charged, his eyes blazing with fury, but Mark was ready. With a swift swing of the shotgun's handle, he struck the minion with a crushing blow, sending him stumbling back into the darkness.Mark stood panting, his shotgun still at the ready, as the minion
Mark's gaze swung around, his eyes scanning the sandy island with a mix of frustration and disbelief, as he realized the lifeless body he had left behind was now gone. The sand seemed to stretch out like an empty canvas, devoid of the gruesome brushstrokes of Chuck's corpse. Mark's mind raced with the implications - Chuck, or rather Mara, the ancient demon king, was still alive. The thought sent a surge of adrenaline through his veins, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum.Mark's sigh of frustration was like a deflated balloon, his breath escaping in a slow hiss as he recalled the countless times he had tried to kill Mara.The memories were etched in Mark's mind like scars, a reminder that he had unfinished business to deal with.Mara's dark history unfolded like a classic horror show. His reign was a masterclass in tyranny, as he ruled with an iron fist, his kingdom a dystopian realm of fear and subjugation. Mara's daughters, equally corrupted by their father's influence, wer
As the explosion's echoes faded, Mark emerged from the smoke-shrouded house, Lucia's limp form cradled in his arms. The bright night light emitted by the moon began to shine clearly after the ceasing of the storm.It cast an eerie glow on the scene, illuminating the carnage that littered the grounds. Mark's Crusaders awaited him outside, their faces etched with concern and curiosity. With a nod, they presented him with the fallen comrades, their lifeless bodies strewn like puppets cut from their strings.Mark's voice rang out, clear and commanding, "Arise!" The air seemed to vibrate with an otherworldly energy as the deceased warriors stirred, their wounds knitting together with an unnatural speed. The leader's eyes widened in awe, his query tumbling forth, "Who was the one you carried out, Mark?""A human," Mark replied, his tone low and enigmatic. The leader's surprise was palpable, his words spilling out in a rush, "A human? Living among demons? What sorcery is this?" Mark's gaz
Who is the devil?.Some called him Lucifer,others called him Satan. They were practically twins but there were more of them and the youngest was by far the greatest.Lucifer was the fallen angel of pride but he wasn't Pride.Lucifer and Satan attempted a coup. It of course failed and they both fell.But,not without taking 1/3 of the angels with him.Those angels mingled with humans and their children became the demons.God destroyed them with Wrath that poured out water onto the earth.It caused a flood that destroyed all the living.But they weren't gone they became ghosts roaming the earth after being banished to the underworld.Their parents,the fallen angels became deities.Those Deities had fetish priests and seers.There were seven major Fallen angels,Lucifer, Asmodeus,Satan,Beelzebub,Baal, Leviathan and Belphegor.The Devil was a title chosen by the seven princes.Satan was the Devil in World wars and Lucifer was King in the fall of man and Babel.It had switched for generations between the
All hell broke loose literally.Who would be the new king 👑 of hell, who deserved the throne and title as the Devil.The crowd started to speak.Demons,seers, ghosts and even the neutral spirits were chanting for a new change of government.Enough of the Lucifer/Satan lead regime.It was getting boring,totally cliche and absolutely one way.But who would be king except from them.Every demon was selfish,every ghost was thinking of their well being and the neutral spirits were still neutral.So they made a compromise,if they wouldn't allow themselves to get it and definitely,they would not hand it back to the Twin kings then they would give it to stranger.The youngest amongst them. The prodigal son who wasn't even at this vital meeting.They chose Asmodeus to be the Devil. The question was what did The twins have to say about this. Asmodeus was not at the meeting for complicated reasons.He had not stepped in hell for a while now.He fell out with Lucifer and Satan so he left to planet earth.He
"What the hell on earth",A handsome man with a devilish smirk on his face said as a bunch of men sitting around a big office table briefed him on the state of hell address.Yes,he was the famous Asmodeus,the youngest Arch demon,most cocky prince of hell and the soon to be Devil.He was amused to hear what he had just been told.Hell wanted an election,the demons wanted democracy."Ha,I can't believe this,I wish I could see the look on Satan and Lucifer's face."So, Asmodeus what do you say about our proposal",the men around the table asked.Asmodeus looked at them one by one then spoke,"Why the hell would I do that".They all gaped at him,this was the greatest opportunity of a lifetime for any demon and Asmodeus was....well,he was.....not giving a fuck!!!.Asmodeus said that for one reason and one reason only.He gave up on the mission of hell long ago.He gave up fighting a lost war against their Father,the Almighty God.Why after leaving hell for over a century,would he want to comeback to be
As the explosion's echoes faded, Mark emerged from the smoke-shrouded house, Lucia's limp form cradled in his arms. The bright night light emitted by the moon began to shine clearly after the ceasing of the storm.It cast an eerie glow on the scene, illuminating the carnage that littered the grounds. Mark's Crusaders awaited him outside, their faces etched with concern and curiosity. With a nod, they presented him with the fallen comrades, their lifeless bodies strewn like puppets cut from their strings.Mark's voice rang out, clear and commanding, "Arise!" The air seemed to vibrate with an otherworldly energy as the deceased warriors stirred, their wounds knitting together with an unnatural speed. The leader's eyes widened in awe, his query tumbling forth, "Who was the one you carried out, Mark?""A human," Mark replied, his tone low and enigmatic. The leader's surprise was palpable, his words spilling out in a rush, "A human? Living among demons? What sorcery is this?" Mark's gaz
Mark's gaze swung around, his eyes scanning the sandy island with a mix of frustration and disbelief, as he realized the lifeless body he had left behind was now gone. The sand seemed to stretch out like an empty canvas, devoid of the gruesome brushstrokes of Chuck's corpse. Mark's mind raced with the implications - Chuck, or rather Mara, the ancient demon king, was still alive. The thought sent a surge of adrenaline through his veins, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum.Mark's sigh of frustration was like a deflated balloon, his breath escaping in a slow hiss as he recalled the countless times he had tried to kill Mara.The memories were etched in Mark's mind like scars, a reminder that he had unfinished business to deal with.Mara's dark history unfolded like a classic horror show. His reign was a masterclass in tyranny, as he ruled with an iron fist, his kingdom a dystopian realm of fear and subjugation. Mara's daughters, equally corrupted by their father's influence, wer
The darkness of night shrouded the sandy island, the only sound the crashing of waves against the shore. Mark stood firm, his shotgun at the ready, as Chuck's demon minions emerged from the shadows.Their eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, their twisted forms seeming to shift and writhe in the faint moonlight. Mark gripped his shotgun tightly, but instead of firing, he used the weapon as a club, swinging the handle with precision and force.The first minion stumbled back, his head cracked and bleeding, as Mark struck him with a swift swing of the shotgun's handle. The second minion lunged, his claws snapping wildly, but Mark dodged and countered with a swift strike to his chest, sending him crashing to the sand.The third minion charged, his eyes blazing with fury, but Mark was ready. With a swift swing of the shotgun's handle, he struck the minion with a crushing blow, sending him stumbling back into the darkness.Mark stood panting, his shotgun still at the ready, as the minion
Lucia struggled to her feet, the deafening explosion still echoing in her mind like a lingering nightmare. As she rose, Mark's taunting voice cut through the air, his words dripping with malice. "Lucia, I don't know what Mara told you, but this island isn't what you think it is. Even though I'm not sure why he brought you here, I will assume that you are innocent and worth saving."Lucia's response was a fierce scream, her voice shattering the tense silence like a shards of broken glass. "I don't know who Mara is!!!, but I doubt a psychopath like you would understand!" The words tore from her throat like a primal cry, her anger and fear boiling over.Mark's laughter was a cold, mirthless sound, a chilling contrast to the warmth of the tropical air. He materialized in the same room, his sudden appearance making Lucia's heart race like a wild animal. "Let's just stop the game of cat and mouse," he sneered, his eyes glinting with a sinister light. "I'm not the enemy here."But Lucia was
As they returned to the island, the staff encircled Lucia, their worried faces a blur of questions and concerns. But she dismissed their inquiries with a flick of her hand, forcing a bright smile onto her lips. "I'm fine, really," she assured them, her voice steady despite the turmoil churning inside. Yet, her eyes betrayed her, revealing the depth of her fear and anxiety.Longing to escape the suffocating attention, Lucia made her excuses and hastened towards the familiar haven of her bed. Her feet carried her with a sense of urgency, as if seeking refuge from the world. As she collapsed onto the soft mattress, her eyelids drooped, and she surrendered to the all-consuming darkness of sleep.But her slumber was short-lived, her mind conjuring a vivid dreamscape that seemed all too real. She saw the world through a stranger's eyes, her vision limited to a narrow field of view. The shady man once again appeared before her.He loomed ahead, his gun trained on a face she couldn't see. B
As the boat churned through the turquoise waters, the small port and outskirts of the town materialized before Lucia's eyes like a canvas painted by a masterful hand. The sun cast its golden rays upon the rustic buildings, imbuing them with a warm, inviting glow. The sound of seagulls filled the air, their melodic cries intertwining with the hum of the engine and the gentle lapping of waves against the hull.The port drew closer, its worn wooden docks and faded buildings rising from the shore like a worn, comfortable shoe. The scent of saltwater and seaweed wafted through the air, mingling with the faint tang of diesel fuel and the sweet aroma of exotic spices. Lucia's excitement grew, her heart racing with anticipation as the boat docked with a gentle thud.Without hesitation, Lucia sprang from the boat, her feet pounding the worn planks of the dock as she eagerly drank in the town's atmosphere. But her enthusiasm was short-lived, her lungs rebelling against the noxious air that fi
A woman lay in her bed, her sleeping form a graceful curve, her body relaxed, trusting in the bed's embrace. But then, her body began to stir, her legs twitching, her arms flailing, as if trying to outrun the darkness that suddenly began haunting her dreams. Her eyes snapped open, her chest heaving, her breath coming in short gasps, as if she'd been running from the shadows that chased her.This woman went by the name Lucia.She was a woman with a past shrouded in mystery, her memories fragmented, her mind a canvas of confusion. Her long, curly hair cascaded down her back like a rich, chestnut waterfall, and her piercing green eyes shone like emeralds in the morning light. With a graceful motion, she threw off the covers and rose from her bed, the soft rustle of her silk nightgown whispering secrets to the morning air.As she moved towards the door, her slender legs carried her with the fluid grace of a deer, her bare feet making barely a sound on the cold floor. The warm sunlight
Asmo paced back and forth in the dimly lit corridor, his anxiety growing with each passing moment. "How much longer will they deliberate?" he muttered to himself.Finally, the doors to the courtroom creaked open, and Michael emerged, his expression solemn.He ordered the Transcendant guards,"Guards, tell Asmo and Lucifer to return to the courtroom."Asmo's heart raced as they reentered the courtroom. Michael cleared his throat, his voice echoing through the chamber. "Lucifer and his brothers, you have been found guilty of unspeakable evil. Your punishment is to be dropped into the unforgiving bottomless pit... or..."Lucifer didn't seem surprised by the verdict at all.He acted indifferent as usual but he couldn't stop himself from asking what was on everyone's mind.Lucifer's eyes narrowed, his voice laced with intrigue as he asked,"Or what, Michael?"Michael's gaze locked onto Lucifer's. "There is a way for all of you to avoid your damnation. Come with me."Asmo's eyes widened as Mi
As the dust settled, Michael and the other Archangels burst forth from the rubble, their powerful presence evident as they levitated into the air. They landed gracefully on the outskirts of the battlefield, their eyes scanning the horizon as they gazed out upon the army of demons that stretched before them. The demons were armed to the teeth, their bodies laden with an arsenal of sophisticated weapons - grenades, machine guns, rocket launchers, flamethrowers, and even suicide bombs strapped to their bodies.The demons unleashed a hail of attacks, a cacophony of gunfire and explosions that shook the ground. But the Archangels stood firm, their eyes blazing with divine intensity as they weathered the storm. Michael raised a hand, and the onslaught froze in mid-air, suspended by the Archangels' collective power."Who's ready to end this?" Michael asked his brothers, his voice low and commanding. His eyes flashed with determination, and his brothers nodded in unison. Their faces were set