A solitary Dark Lord. A Demon whose likeness is that of the greatest human artistic rendtition. The firey eyes, the curved crown of horns, the red skin, the long fingery claws, the pointed tail, the massive powerful frame, the teeth and jaws to accompany. A beast of the realms of anger and chaos. A foe of flaming breaths. Demise is its thought plan. The joy in writing the plan of demise.
Yet, even a demon can have family. Family forgotten, family forsaken. The event becomes the birthing forth of hatred within. An angel turns its back to divinity and dominion becomes its new focus. Destruction overtakes a consciousness and a Dark Lord’s evolution unfolds. It sees red.
A brother he has, one once envied over the love of a maiden. “Why does God bless my brother, but not me?” Turn a brother into a hideous beast. Make him the Devil himself. Create a trap that will surely transform the loved into the feared. Throw the brother inside.
The day arrives and brother tricks brother. The maiden inquiring, desperate, sees her love is missing and consults the brother. He sees the torment of his brother within trap. He sees the torment of the maiden envied. A thousand years within a dimensional trap of torment to transform something loved into something feared. Hopefully something hated, as demise does have an ultimate plan.
Yet, something miraculous happens, the envious brother is given a vision of his loving brother’s transformation. He sees terrible things becoming beyond his own plans of demise. He sees that even his own plan of creation of demise he will not be able to contain. His brother’s evolution within evil will be greater than his own.
In his last moment of clarity, the envious brother pulls his innocent brother from the trap of torment and inserts himself. His last words spoken, “I’m sorry brother,” as the dimensional gateway closes. As the maiden and her love stand there in aftermath, they both realize that evil is now a family affair. The good brother is left with visions of what is to come about. For a trap to ensure a brother will emmerge something else, the trap is not prejudice to its occupant. One thousand years is a trap. One thousand years of torment to create a Demon, it is unspeakable the seconds, minutes, and hours occurring. The maiden and her love mourn with tears.
The brother in trap. His envy now his trap. The designer within the designed. A thousand years within a tormential creation bombarding its very creator. To become within something greater than the trap. The reverse enginneering comes with times of sacrifice and submission. The pain involved. The loss of self. The remembering. Cycles of torment involving complete annihilation and returns to points of consciousness remembered. The trap with the goal of eradication of an identity and the formation of another. Another who transcends evil into deeper depths. A Demon in solitary training, a Dark Lord forged in seclusion.
A dimensional factory for a consciousness to emmerge unlike another. Who would do that? A brother filled with envy. The tragedy is the demise falls upon the demiser. But the miracle is yet to be revealed. For the envied brother was hated by others as well. A thousand years as either brother, who is within the trap?
Fast forward one thousand years. One brother dimensionally isolated battling the torments of demonic creation for one thousand years. Another brother fighting other demonic forces directing hatred towards him. Is an ultimate battle between brother’s about to ensue?
The dimensional portal opens again after one thousand years. Brother stands before brother. Yet, much has happened to both over the course of those many years. Brother sits with brother and talks go on for hours. One brother immersed within a world of creation bombarded by evil, the other the same. A great battle to take place becomes two siblings sitting amidst the quiet of a tormential dimension paused. Two hearts can never forget the bond of brotherhood, the eternal history solidified in love.
A Demon now sits with his half dead brother, the cause not by a brother’s hand, but by other demons and their demise in plan. Can a thousand years make love stronger? After a thousand years, there are no mistakes that occur. Even a thousand years of torment cannot extinguish the spark of love within a brother’s heart, not even a brother who is now a Dark Lord Demon.
The half dead brother finds himself back in his hospital bed. “They’re gonna kill me Joe. Bad things,” David whispers with weak breath. “No they’re not,” Joe whispers back in a deep heated voice. Amidst the errie quiet in the room the deep, course, firey breath of the demon can be heard. David looks over his right shoulder, curled in bed, weak. Opposite the room door, near the far wall the demon stands hunched over. His height not accommodating, Joe waits.
One orderly says to another, “You ready?” The other nods. As the two walk down the hallway towards David’s room, one orderly stops the other.
“Can you see that?” he asks.
“See what?” the other replies.
“That big fucking thing standing in the room in the back corner. THAT!” he points.
“Oh my God, is that one of ours?” the other orderly asks nervously.
“I don’t know. I’ve never seen anything like that, not among our group anyway. C’mon.” he gestures.
The orderlies return to the nurses station with ensuing concern and conversation. A woman picks up the phone, talks to an unknown party, and nods to the two orderlies. The orderlies run off the hospital floor.
“Their gonna blow it.” Joe says.
“I was afraid of that. You know what to do.” David says softly.
“When it happens, just know you’ll see me soon. Lie on your back. There isn’t much time.” Joe instructs.
Above David’s room on the next floor the oxygen tanks and C4 are elaborately arranged. The 10 minute timer activated, the staff are conveniently in a safe place. 3, 2, 1.
As the flames and explosion ignite, the slow motion of time is at the demon’s disposal. Each step he takes in perfect unison with the event growth. Launching himself midair, the demon thrusts his claws into David’s chest removing his heart, then crashes through the walls exiting the side of the hospital as the explosion follows microseconds behind.
Joe hides in a dark maintenance alleyway as he watches the hospital and its new fireball. He looks at David’s heart still beating in his hands. “Brother, what have they done? What have I done?” his deep voice bellows in seclusion. The demon sneers at the hospital. “I see now Father.” It disappears.
Local Headline 11 News at 9:
Our Lady of Peace Hospital suffered a deadly gas explosion killing 7 and injuring 11. Initial comments from hospital officials state possible electrical complications responsible for the iginition of medical gasses. With recent rennovations, construction as been ongoing for months. Local firemarshall Evan Stall confirmed investigations ongoing. The local and state police were unavailable for comment at this time, however made a brief statement of thoughts and prayers for the victims and families affected by this tragic event. Further information for family members may be obtained via Our Lady of Peace Hospital liason Cathy Ferguson.
