The Surface

The surface world was what he'd expected: noisy, filthy, incessant weaklings screaming with fear. No matter how many centuries passed, mankind had continued to repeat the cycle of their history. It was pathetic.

Bullets were shot by the men in uniforms and it killed some of his brothers, injured others. The former King did not care how many men: humans and demons, were killed; What he cared for was reaching the top, holding ultimate power of control in his hands.

Screams of fear, tearing of limbs, pleas of mercy, all filled the air and he lathered in it.

A child, no older than 12 in human years, stood before him with a gun in her shaking hands.

'A girl dare stood against him-the King of Hell?!' He laughed, revealing his sharp teeth like those on a shark. However, his laughter stuttered as he felt a bullet pressed against his flesh. Then another bullet and another, until the gun had no more to give.

'She did!' He laughed amused as the bullets pull out of its hold on him, as if repelled by his aura.

The child took steps back with eyes wide and trembling of her lips. Samael wondered how delicious her soul would taste; maybe her flesh would taste better. Taking a large step forward, he grabbed her by the back of her neck when she tried to run. Compared to him, the child looked as tall as his knees.

Taking in a deep breath of the girl, the exhale blew her short brown hair. He licked her neck up to her forehead, tasting the sweet scent of raw virgin flesh. His mouth watered, like a man who had craved water for years. Her hands tried to hit him, claw herself out of his hold, but it was useless. She was too weak.

Samael opened his mouth of fangs and closed it over the child.

"Mmmm," the head demon moaned as he chomped down onto her head.

He knew it would be delicious. The taste of young flesh, fear pumping in her veins, with a hint of will was always the most appetizing. He continued to chew the bones and muscles, savoring it like a fine meal, before eating the rest of the body.

Looking around the chaos that he created, he continued to see many corpses lying on the floor and buildings broken and destroyed. Licking his fingers clean, he found himself smirking. He would show up soon. There was no way He wouldn't.

"Samael!" A voice shouted out and the ruler grinned.

Turning, he saw a flock of angels flying fast to land and others slew to slash his demons. Angels and demons were in battle once more. The leader of the group, the captain, stood before him with his sword in hand.

"Angel," he sighed helplessly with a grin, "Do you wish to battle?"

"You will die for this sin!" The angel shouted and rushed forward.

The high demon used his tail to swipe at him, but the angel avoided it with a jump. Using his white wings as an advantage, he flew forward as his body glowed. Making contact and piercing the abdomen, the angel quickly pulled back with a twist.

Samael groaned from the pierce as he watched the man backed up, readying his sword once more.

"Stupid little flea!" He cried out angrily as he picked up his ax. He underestimated this no named angel, but he isn't the King of Hell for nothing! He defeated Satan! He will NOT be defeated by this lowly angel!

Letting out a growl, he rushed forward as the angel did the same.

The sound of metals resounded the space between them, as both stared with the upmost hate. Samael used his tail, long and heavy, to smack against the angel. Unfortunately, the captain saw this coming and pulled back in time to avoid it. The demon saw his opening and grinned.

Why was he so worked up about? Killing him would be easy.

He rushed in again and the angel avoided his tail once more, but Samael rushed forward grabbing his wing. Tugging on it, the angel was shocked for a second before he blocked the ax aimed at his head. Yet, he was unable to stop the tail from piercing his chest. Blood squirted out of the captain's mouth as he tried to push the ax back.

"It is over angel," Samael grinned and before the angel could call on its power, the demon had pierced through his chest and curved to pierce the neck.

The demon watched the blood dripping down his tail, and he felt his body tingled. He had not tasted an angel before. Would it taste as good as a human? Taking a sniff, his eyes widened slightly. A woman?

No one was able to remove an angel's robe that was not one himself. Annoyed, he removed his tail, leaving large holes in the captain's body and looked over to a wounded angel. The soldier was bleeding out and was currently avoiding a few of his brothers.

"Bring him here!" He shouted to his brothers, who stared at the elder.

Grabbing the arm and legs of the wounded angel, they tossed him at their recent king. The angel tumbled forward onto his front.

"Take the robe off your captain," he heard the demon command and he looked over at his elder.

He refused.

"If you don't, you will die," Samael leaned closer to the wounded soldier.

"Then let me die," the angel gritted out and spit at him.

Spit… at… HIM?!

Samael leaned back with a loud howl and proceeded to stomp the angel's face. The sound of breaking bones did not enter his ears; the sound of brain and blood squelching did not stop him. Even when the screams from the angels and demons pierced the air, it did nothing to appease his anger.

'I will kill them all!' He shouted in his mind like a promise, 'They will all die.'