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The Beast will set snares to enslave the stray lambs and turn them into abominations of God to preparer for the war it is our duty to stop his demons and save those lost souls. This is what it means to be an apostle of God, or that’s what the man had taught me. After I buried Natalia, I walked out of the cemetery yet it felt more like that I floated. My mind was still preoccupied with the horror that I had committed. As I past the gates I remembered what we said on the day I asked her to marry me. IT was snowing out side near the theater when we left, “So what did you think of the movie Allen?” asked Natalia, she looked so beautiful. “It was ok, you.” “It was pretty sad, but I loved the end,” she said as she peered into my eyes. “Natalia I’ve got to ask you something,” “what”, I bent down on one knee and removed the box from my pocket. “Natalia will you marry me?” I asked her I was afraid she would say no god I was so scared, “yes, Allen I will,” this was the happiest day of my life.

Yet it was eighteen days later that she became sick I asked the doctor if there was anything that I could do He simply shook his head and said no and the way he said it as if he truly didn't care for her. It seemed the only ones who truly cared for her were me and her old friend Eric it seemed that he was as destroyed as me. We both sat at her side as her life slowly and painfully went away. To pass the time he told me how he had met her they had known each other for years. It might have been the sadness in my heart, but he seemed to speak of her as if he loved her more than just as friend.

It was three days later I was to see her I had become use to seeing her like this or was it simply that I had become so numb to my grief. As I entered the room I kneeled beside her kissed her soft pale cheek I had not noticed she was cold. She did not move in her bed as she would usually when I was there I had thought she was asleep so I brushed her hair when the doctor came through the door he had told me that she passed away last night. This had greatly increased my despair. At the day of her funeral it seemed that barley anyone was there. Of course her parents did not come seeing that they had hated her and cared nothing for her. That was the last I saw of Eric. As I had stated earlier that it was the following days that led to my damnation.


The rain had stopped for a while as I approached my house. I lived in a small town every thing was close well except for its residents. Because of my father the people of this small town was afraid of us. You see my father was insane he had kept all these books of demons and horrific art work. People avoided us like a plague, yet my father kept ranting about his books he always said one day the gate will open and the Diablo shall inherit the earth. Yet now as I sat in this lonely house filled with darkness I started to think he was right. Then I thought maybe there’s something in one of those books that dad had kept in his library.

Yet then I decided to wrap my bandages. Luckily my dad was always careful when it came to supplies I checked the closet to get the bandages. Then I ascended the stairs to the bathroom as I went up I thought could I even bare to see what a horrid thing I had become, no I must I flipped the switch as the shadow vanished from the room. I looked upon the mirror to see this creature that looked from something out of an anatomy book. Yet as I pressed my raw hand on I felt the ice cold glass and remembered it was me. As I took my hand away from the mirror my hand had left a bloody hand print where it once was I looked on too my self again what would Natalia say if she saw me now. I froze at that thought she did see me like this I killed her as if a great pain exploded in my heart I fell to the sink sobbing. My God I killed her I truly am a monster. After regaining a hold on my self I applied the bandages to my body after so I looked upon my self I looked if you’ll forgive the suggestion like a mummy with hair I almost laughed. I was so startled to hear myself laugh because it had felt so long when I did. Yet my seriousness returned I wanted to find that book.

As I rummaged through the house to find that book I remembered that his books where kept in the study in the basement. When I was younger he had forbid me from entering the study now that he’s dead it didn’t matter. I went down the stairs to the basement there behind the door was a well furnished library with a desk at the end. Behind the desk was a large painting of what I thought must have been the devil ripping the flesh of a naked man. As I looked at the shelves I had forgotten that he had this many books. As I stared at the endless volumes I noticed there was a book with a tattered black leather covering I walked to pick the book up I tried to find a title on the spine there was none. I opened the book the pages felt strangely cold and the print seemed to be written in blood. The things written in it spoke of things that I dare not repeat one contained ancient sacrifices of whole towns. Yet as I turned to one chapter contained what I was looking for.

A wish is not truly a wish, but a deal with a demon. Yet it has not been known to be truly successful. When cast has been done the summoned shall have full control over the demons for as long to complete the deal. There is no way to reverse the deal. Yet it has a chance to be transferred to another of equal or greater value to the demons. To perform this one must be in great emotional distress and must sacrifice a dove by crucifying it ….. I shall not repeat this so that no one shall repeat this yet as I closed it I realized I never performed this ritual yet why did it happen there why did it come to me why did I answerer its call why did I make a wish. I never did this. After reading that book I went in search of all the answers to the new questions that had formed in my mind. I had lost my sense of time in those books so many tales of horror and disgust that it seemed endless, yet I did not find any thing more about what had happened at the cemetery. Even now my thoughts still drive of this question on how the demon came to me. Yet with all that I read nothing seemed to help my cause. It would seem that I would be forever damned by my own selfish desire.

Sometime after that day I heard a knock at my door I wondered who was at my door or who would want to come. As I approached the door as I stared through the looking hole to see the person. It was a man dressed in black he wore a large black hat to hide his face, “Mr. Allen are you there,” he spoke with a cold soft voice as he knocked at the door once again. He looked through the hole to look directly at my eye, “Mr. Allen I wish to speak about what happened at the cemetery.” How could any one know did he see me at that wretched place in my horrid form? As he walked from the door I opened it and asked of how he came to know my tortured crucible at the cemetery. “My employer, sir is well acquainted with your, condition,” he said as he turned to face me I aw the fear in his eyes as he gazed upon the wretchedness that was my appearance. “He wishes to meet you and converse with you of your tragedy. He waits for you at the church all he asks is that you come at midnight.” When the man had finished he turned and walked yet I asked what his employer’s name was. Yet appeared to ignore yet what I know now I understood why. Yet at that moment I didn’t care it seemed like the end to a long nightmare though as my cruel fate would have, it would only be the beginning of the true nightmare of my undoing.