Chapter Fourteen: In Need of a Devil

Mortise,

Stuck in that old orphanage, I managed to escape the mangled shadow that was trying to grab me. Coming to the outside was hell itself, everything ablaze, reaching sky high and surrounding the orphanage. Turning back, I only saw darkness swallowing the orphanage interior, becoming a wall of pitch darkness.

Then a single figure stepped outwards, his face flat and arms were torn off. Father Ricardo didn't have a face anymore, seeing him, I only stepped back until my back reached the edge of the well. He continued to stumble towards me, without a sound. As he did that, the ground started shaking and breaking from underneath the well.

I fell as everything around me broke apart, reviling a pool of viscous red liquid beneath me. At that moment, I looked up and watched the hole closing up until everything became bitch black except the neon red. My body crashed onto it as if hitting concentrate. As it engulfed me, a feeling of warmth washed over me, as I felt myself calming down to a pin drop silent.

There I found a new home and his voice echoed in my head. "Hello there, Mortise".

...

Day came as I was assured in the bright light, while some heroic police officer pulled me out. After which, I began viewing the world through a twisted lens. I could see the sins and self-created delusion in the heart of man and it didn't disgust me. It only made me fall in love with these terrible people. Seeing their hatred toward meaningless things and corruption in their every wake of life, fed me.

Forwarding a few years and I would find myself in the dark corners of alleyways or skunking into the depravity of local nightclubs. It was fucking delightful, as to how fulfilling it was.

...

Soon after I was rescued, I was brought in by the Grand Church. Another foster home, with a little less insane caretaker, by the name of Father Sebastian. Schooling had its delights, meeting teachers with pedophilic tendencies and children who would spit in others' food, made it feel right at home. Every night, as I closed my eyes, I would awake in his grasp. A disembodied voice, which I had started to grow fond of.

Reaching my adults years, after I had been labeled a child of the Devil, due to conversing with a demon. I met Saint Edward, as his honorary self, who picked me out of those more deserving to serve. Regardless of those who hated me, or those who disagreed with his decision.

As it was a decision that was highly disagreed upon, I made sure to ask him, why he had done so?

And that day, when I was leaving the Church to live on my own, escorted by the man himself. I asked him and he smiled at me, placing his hand on my shoulder. "Son, I don't need a holy man... On the contrary, I need a Devil".

Catherine,

I felt relieved and found my heart in the right place. Looking up at him, his perfect facade of a man, now melting from the left side. His throat expended inhumanly and he let out a beast-like roar at me. The air reverberates around me and all those who had lost their mind paused their actions.

Turning their blacken eyes at me all at once. Asmodeus disappeared and I was left in silence, just a moment later their body started cracking and twisting towards me. At once I started running towards the right path of the flyway, separating myself from the main part.

While running away, something good caught my eyes. A motorbike toppled to the ground with the ignition key still inside. I reached out of it and quickly pulled it up. Setting it in neutral, I quickly kicked it and twisted the accelerator. But nothing happens. I kicked again and the lever shot back up hitting my calf. I looked back, seeing the wave of bodies running and crawling their way across the flyway.

Ignoring the burning pain, I again kicked it down with all my strength, and with little luck, I had left, and the motorbike came to life. Putting it in gear, I twisted the accelerator back, and the motorbike jolted forward. I drove it forward, momentarily looking back and I saw them, coming towards me like ants.

Driving as quickly as I could, I reached a curving road leading down towards Figueroa street. I saw more of them, those who were coming from underneath the flyway. Crashing against the back of the ram, pushing through others, some were able to get over and onto the incline.

I twisted the accelerator as much as I could, seeing the way through them shrink out. As they pour on the incline from both sides. Before I could reach the road, a few got close enough to get hold of the back of the Motorbike. A sudden weight shifted behind me, causing me to lose control momentarily before pulling it back together.

But then I heard a sickly crunch and the back wheel became stuck. Causing the motorbike to be dragged across the road, right into another car's hood. I let myself go, allowing myself to be launched off the motorbike and onto the hood. Rolling over it and onto the ground, hitting it hard with my shoulder and hands, while protecting my head.

Feeling the rumbling from the ground, I quickly picked myself up. Seeing the colossal wave of naked beings running crawling towards me. I turn my attention towards the other side and started stumbling toward it. Picking up the pace and as did, I saw the St. Vincent Catholic Church.

I thought of trying to go inside of it, reaching close to its steps, thinking of it as a bastion of hope. But the moment I got close to it, it burst into a volley of roaring flame. Shock blew me off my feet, and covered my face. Looking back up, I saw St. Vincent burning away, turning into ash.

I bit my lips in frustration, the back of my hand was bleeding and my shoulder was properly bruised. The figures started to emerge from all around it, coming out in waves. I looked around seeing them coming from all sides. I had no other choice, except smite all those who were twisted under demonic presence.

On my knees, I dropped my head down. "FamTalGon...GisgGraph", as I utter these words the air became still, and a warm feeling started to crawl up from my stomach. "GisgNa...Gon", the following words caused the cloud line to part and I became blinded with light. Hearing thumping reaching me, all those moaning and screaming, getting closer. "GraphVan...GonUr", the final words ushered in the wrath of the Angles of the Haven.

A halo of light accumulated in the sky and an immense beam of light shot down upon me. The force drowned out all noise and silence became prevalent.

Mortise,

Evil in the heart of humans doesn't compare nor does it even entice me, but when encountering demons. The denizens of Hell and being made up of evil itself. The rush was amazing, but not the kind that gets you drunk or stoned. But the one that feels like a missing piece of yourself.

Putting my eyes on that three-headed goat fucker shrouded in burning black flames, the rush caused me to tear off the car's door and throw it on the road. I wanted nothing more than to get my hands on him. I ripped the seatbelt off me, as I stepped out seeing Caterian do the same. But it was after I had noticed the stains in between her legs, that I realized that she was easily affected by his presence.

More or less, preserving him as her ideal man. And here I was thinking that she was into me. Even before I could address Asmodeus, the figure broke through the flyway. And before I could do anything it grabbed me. The corpse of a rotting giant slapped me down and then picked me up.

A human damned to eternity, turning into a fleshy giant, its flesh gets ripped apart and then put together for an endless cycle of torment. The rotting giant swung its arm, lunching me across the street and straight into a building.

I crashed into a coffee shop, breaking through the large glass planes and into the tables and chairs. The moment slowed down, as felt my body lying on top of broken wood and pieces of glass. Did my body break and twist on itself? Of course, it had, but it manded itself back together.

Blood flowed back into me, bones joined back together and the skin stitched itself closed. Once back to functioning properly, I raised my head, shading off shards of glass. My eyes came to a corpse giant stumbling towards me, while the pieces of horny flesh ran towards the flyway.

I felt the miasma leaving my body in form of blackened ash, pouring upwards and dissipating into the air. I stepped back out under the clouded sky, solely focusing on the rotten shit in front of me. Reaching me, it spends no time moving its massive arm towards me, in an attempt to grab me.

"Iram incense coniuro animas...", I say and the blackened ash lashes out at the giant's hand. The four of its fingers and thumb cracked backward until falling off. The giant moans in pain, grabbing its hand. "...Imo illum lacerate ad inferos", I completed the spell and a load of blackened ash left my coat.

It swirled around him, slowly and painfully picking away at its skin and flesh. Tearing off its skin from flesh and flesh from bones. The blood and rotting meat stained the street around it. The giant let out a roar in pain, quickly I pointed at his mouth. And a bunch of blackened ash crashed onto its mouth. Breaking opens its jaw and rips away its tongue.

Then it proceeds to dive down its gullet and into its lungs and out from its chest, picking it clean and dropping what it collected onto the ground. Soon the blackened ash reduced its own mess of blood and viscera on the ground.

I fixed my coat and looked over the flyway, with a sudden beacon of light going off. Everything in six miles radius got incinerated, such is the power of the holy light of the most purist of being of light. And yet demons are considered to be most destructive.

Catherine,

Nothing was left of them or what there was around me. Haven showed no mercy, everything was decimated as far as I could see. Building and remains of the human, mixed as ash. As a claiming wind blew in silence, I felt his anger approach me. I turned around for him to grab me by the throat, almost breaking my windpipe with the jolt.

My hands went up around his fingers, trying to pry open his grip. He didn't bother to entice me any longer, while blood came up in my mouth. "You! Fucking bitch!", Asmodeus roared with his half-melted face. His body had melted away like wax, along with one of his wings completely burnt. "How dare you do this to me! I am not patient with insolence! and you don't deserve my mercy!", he said tightening his grip even further.

I felt my neck bending and the feeling of suffocation. Black spots started to appear, and my body lost its strength. My eyes went upwards, seeing the clear sky for the last time. Then a grotesque roar escaped Asmodeus's mouth, blackened ash ripped through his arm. I fell onto the ground, while the blackened ash dragged Asmodeus away from me.

I quickly coughed up blood, holding my throat in pain. Looking back up I saw, blackened ash piling on the ground underneath him like quicksand. He started skunking into it while trying his best by flailing his arms around in order to escape. "Well, are you ready for a show sweetheart", Mortise said walking to my side.

I started up at him with my neck twitching in pain, the blackened ash was coming off him while he had his hands inside his coat's pocket. I tried speaking, but the pain stopped me. "There is nothing left to say, I will take care of the goat fucker. So, just sit quietly watch", Mortise said, as he pulled his hands, wearing his metal knuckles.

Multiple roars escaped in unison, as a mass beast-like arm came out of the blackened ash. Covered with a thick coat of black fur and sharp long claws, stabbing them straight into the pavement. Pushing out the other arm, Asmodeus began to pull itself out.

With three heads on his shoulder and the body of a fur-covered beast. He stood close to a giant with Tail and back wings spreading wide. One head on the right resembled a black goat with long curved horns. On the left is ahead of a bull with glinting black skin. And in the middle, ahead of a demonic-looking man with sharp teeth and a pulled-up nose. All three heads had bloodshot eyes and greeted their teeth at Mortise.

He smile and walked towards the Asmodeus, while its mouth filled with fire.