The Angel Of Hell

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

My mouth went dry as I tried to piece everything together. I still hadn't recovered from the knowledge of my sentence and I was still trying to understand this boy's connection to 'Lucifer', as stated on his t-shirt. I was aware that I was neglecting a crucial point, however, that crucial point continued to evade me.

I tried to recall my sentence as the boy continued to glare at me with a slight hint of confusion. The monster-man's words came back to me: 'Your torturer... stuck with the son of The Devil himself'. I attempted to sort through the minimal knowledge I had of devils and angels. However, my non-religious background thoroughly limited my current mental capacity.

I slowly filtered through my thoughts. I knew that Satan was the most feared devil according to everyone on earth. However, the stories I'd heard were so different from one another that I never tried to learn the 'truth'. Some said that Lucifer and Satan were the same, whilst others believed that Lucifer was Satan's son. Although the stories I'd heard were different, they all clearly implied that Satan and Lucifer were both feared demons; whether they were the same person or not was redundant.

I was never one to believe in such atrocious myths, but even I heard the stories of Hell that sometimes circulated around our small town. Some of the stories were told in the comforts of a child's bedroom, to scare the naughty kids to bed. However, some stories were so vividly illustrate that you couldn't help but question the sanity of the narrators. The narrators of the horrid stories were, more often than not, deemed insane. Looking back on it now, I couldn't help but contemplate that maybe, some of them might've been true. After all, being trapped in a mental asylum for recounting your personal experiences was more than enough torture for many.

"What are you doing here?" A snarl escaped from the lips of the boy. I cocked my head to the side, still not understanding who exactly he was. Did humans eventually get a citizenship in Hell?

I shrugged my shoulders in response. He seemed quite like an ordinary boy, so I couldn't help but laugh at his attempt to scare me. As if hearing my thoughts, his eyes narrowed to slits.

"Do you have any idea who I am, little girl?" He asked with an aggravated tone. Little girl? I flared up in anger and tried to study him more closely, not understanding what he was referring to. I shook my head defiantly. 

"I am Lucifer, the first born son of Satan. I am the most feared torturer in Hell and yet you have the audacity to mock me?" My blood ran cold as he uttered those words. My eyes continued to study him, and froze when I noticed his eyes glowing. "Now answer my question," he spoke as if I was a five-year-old kid. "What are you doing here?" My palms started sweating as I tried to find the words I was looking for. 

"I-I don't kn-know," I stammered. I could sense the power he wielded and it was enough to rob myself of any remaining defiance I may have had. My mind ran rampant once more as I realised that, in front of me was probably the scariest creature of all time, and he was Satan's son. 

His eyes narrowed once more, seemingly unsatisfied with my answer. I took a large visible gulp of air which clearly gave away how nervous I was. My hands continuously fidgeted while he was as still as stone. He scowled at me as if I was some sort of a convicted prisoner whom he so badly wanted to kill. Unfortunately, he lost that chance.