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First Chapter Take 6

Includes the story of Demoniac.

Your heart beats. It's beating so hard; and it kind of hurts. Your head is spinning, and you can nearly hear your blood pumping through your mind. But yet you can not think. Is this really happening?

At such a young age, dying already? You're only six, you have so much more to live for.

The flames stand in front of you, your mother's corpse is burning at your feet, but it does not seem to effect you, it isn't as terrifying as you thought it might have been. Your eyes wonder around aimlessly, and suddenly you realize that it isn't hot like it should be. The orange flames have no radiating heat, and everything is against what other victims of house fires described.

Although it is somewhat difficult to breathe, you manage it. You can feel the urge to close your eyes, but you don't. Instead you begin to find your way downstairs to escape. You can hear your brothers and sisters in their own rooms screaming for help, you seem to be the only one able to get out. Everyone else's doors are blocked by rubbish that'd fallen prior to your presence in the hallway.

You regret leaving them behind that day. Today, you sit at your desk. You were the only survivor of your family. Although you are dead today, you still don't get to see your family. You bet they're all in heaven. And you intend to save them. That's what drives you on day by day, otherwise you would have given up on being the Demoniac several hundreds of thousands of years ago.

Grim sat in the chair across the room, his hat covered his eyes but you knew he was awake. He was probably awaiting any possible orders you could give him. You sigh and rub your face, accidentally fingering one of your eye sockets that was left without an eye.

You don't remember the details of how you died, but you remember seeing your own corpse tied up and burning in the middle of a barn laying on a large pile of hay. And then after that, Grim showed up. You were only eight, but he threw being dead onto you as if it were nothing. You were homeless back when you were alive, but it was better being alive than dead.

After you died, you had to learn how to be a demon. Grim taught you. It was a bizarre story of how you had to learn how to be dead. And when you had mastered being dead, your aging stopped. You think you're about 20, maybe 25. But in human years you are 7,000 years old, meaning it actually took you seven thousand years to grow up. However you look like a young adult so you say you're about twenty.

There are 666 Hells, and you must prepare them all for the war. But the story is long, and preparing them will be difficult, as while you were human, the Hells were overrun by other kinds of demons. And none will listen you you when you tell them the truth--you are the devil himself, you have been awoken from hibernation after nine hundred thousand years total.

The summary of how being asleep is a long summary, it began with Zeus, the God.

Zeus and Satan were friends, they ruled lands together, burned worlds, and conquered universes at whole. Satan however, began to realize the wrong they'd done by taking so many lives, but Zeus disagreed. The two were no longer friends, so Satan traveled into heaven, hoping to find somewhere to settle. But he couldn't, unless he became an angel in Christ's kingdom. Christ recreated Satan to fit the image of an angel, and thus he became one. Zeus was back wherever he had been, waiting for Satan's return as he knew his friend way to much to ever think that Satan could ever possibly leave him for good. Christ was a worshiped item, though. But he didn't symbolize the good. He was terribly evil. He created religions among the evolved apes, brought them to believe in him. The more apes that believed in him, the stronger he became.

Christ and Satan were now friends, and Satan was happy that he'd a friend he could know well, he was glad he had shelter and food. He feasted weekly, by the hands of Christ. Don't bite the hand that feeds you. That's what he knew, it's all he ever learned from Christ. Satan was mistreated physically, abused when he did wrong, and often starved even. But when he wasn't starved, he feasted on tables and tables of all sorts of gorgeous foods.

Zeus still awaited Satan's return.

Christ and Satan were so close to each other now that Christ trusted him enough to tell him his deceiving plans. He was going to erase everything in existence. In the science vocabulary and knowledge an ape carries, you could say that not even the Big Bang Theory would have ever existed. No people, no worlds, not even any blackness. Nothing. Do you feel the emptiness? If you think about it, you will. You will feel it and it will hurt. It hurt Satan, and he did not like the idea of erasing everything, because that meant erasing themselves too.

Satan confronted Christ about how he disagreed with his plans. Christ banned Satan from ever entering the golden kingdoms ever again. He planned to carry out his plans of destroying everything in existence; and Christ knew that Satan was going to try and stop him, so he added into the Bible that Satan's presence was not to be acknowledged at all. And the apes obeyed like puppets.

Satan discovered a barren planet, and kept it all to his own. He began to spread a new religion into the planet of apes. Satanism. It was a freer religion, it was kind and inviting. Unfortunately with the amount of minds that were under mind control by Christ's Bible, it was difficult to spread something new. Satan wrote his own Bible and set it down to earth. It was looked down upon.

So Satan did what he had to. He confronted Christ once more. Christ was disgusted at Satan's presence.

"Lord of Christianity, hear me now. I stand before you to create a strand of conflict! I, Satan, demand that your Heaven and my Hell compete in war!"

But Christ only called Satan pathetic. "War? What will war do? I will victor either way!"

"I don't think so! And so Christ, I demand that we go to war!"

Christ having a nonbeliever got under his skin, it split into his bones. Provoked, Christ agreed. "Fine, I will go to war with this 'Hell' of yours."

"Postpone your destroying of the end of all universes until both sides are equally capable of fighting with equal amount of soldiers."

Christ was not eager for war, but he agreed to this as well. "I will give you as long as you need, but do not expect mercy when the time to fight dawns on you."

"I could never expect mercy, never from a brute like yourself, Christ."

Former friends they were, Satan left with determination to bring down the fraud.

Satan had lived for billions of years. He decided to go into hibernation for 10 zillion years to recharge what he had used of his lifespan. The only way for him to wake up from his hibernation was if he were to be killed during it.

And by hibernation, I mean hibernation in me.

My name is Mitchell Zelmore, and I am the Demoniac, the next Satan.

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When Satan went into hibernation, he placed his life into me. His blood ran through my veins and his life was reincarnated in my soul for 900 thousand years. When I was eight years into this lifetime, I was tied to a barn and set to fire by neighborhood thugs. This awoke Satan's mind, but he was unable to regain control of my mind or body. So instead, he summoned the Grim Reaper to lead me to becoming worthy of fighting the war. Although Satan's blood ran through my veins, he was unable to speak to me through my mind, only through Grim's. So Grim taught me the basics of being dead. I was about seven thousand years into being dead when I finally mastered death, mastering death stopped my aging, as my body was capable of fighting now, but my Hells were not. While Satan was asleep over the course of nine hundred thousand years, that barren world he adopted and titled Hell was taken over by useless demons. And it's my job as the Demoniac to take back my Hells.

This, my dear reader, is where the plot of the adventure you are about to read takes over.

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I rubbed my eyes, it was midday and nobody was around, other than Grim. He sat in the corner of the room, but he didn't pay attention to me.

"Grim do you have any suggestions for me?"

He didn't move. "As in suggestions for what to do?"

"Yes, things have been really slow."

"You could try and recruit demons for that army you're supposed to have."

"No fun."

"Who knows Mitch, you could make a friend or two. Are you not tired of living day by day alone here? You have got to admit that it's so boring!"

"Grim, do you seek a friend?"

He shook his head. "I'm the Grim Reaper, I don't call for friends just like you don't call for sleep, its an unneeded necessity. And for the most part, impossible. But I am the Grim Reaper and I know that you need friends, as a support for your strength and body. I know you better than you know yourself."

"Don't try to flatter me, I don't need company either."

"I said it's an unneeded necessity, didn't I? Sleep. But you want sleep, don't you?"

I rubbed my face. "No."

"Let's go to one of the Hells in charge of a cemetery we can find you a friend there." Grim stood from his seat, and positioned his hat. I only watched him. My mask covered the lower half of my face, and my one eye watched him. "Well come on, lets go."

"Grim, did I not just say--"

"I didn't hear you."

"Well--"

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Gri--"

"I don't understand, come on, lets go."

He wasn't going to give in and let me stay in my office, so I had to give into him. He had his own coat already on, and he awaited me by the door. I sighed.

I turned around in my swivel chair and followed him, taking my coat off the rack and throwing it over me. He laughed at me and strapped on his gas mask, hiding his mouth. He winked, I glared back.

"I say we go to the Goodbye Heaven Hell."

"That name instinctively makes me want to gag."

"You created it so I wouldn't know why."

"Whatever," I pulled the collar of my coat up to hide my neck, and then we began to head out.

The outside of my building was quiet. Forests for miles and miles on coated the crust of my planet. We had to get to the stairway to get to the other Hells, and that stairway was in the middle of all the wood.

All sorts of plants covered the ground and vines coated the trunks of trees. It was beautiful.

But each step I took, whatever I stepped on turned to ash. My body was too hot for nature. I was killed by fire, and I used that fire to create another body for my soul to live in, thus my body is fire. I radiate thousands of degrees and burn whatever touches me. If I want to be invisible, I have to set my fire elsewhere, and let my fires blaze while I walk freely and unseen. This is what wildfires are known as. Apes think it's nature. It's not.

We were headed for the Hell titled Goodbye Heaven, the cemetery for dead non-human species on the waiting list to become demons.

Goodbye Heaven was placed next to a large lake. The lake was for the underwater species, their graves were in the sand at the bottom of it. The water is contaminated with decaying corpses, it's turning a muddy green color now. The land cemetery part of Goodbye Heaven is covered with tulips and clovers. Ghosts and spirits live there. They rarely ever come out if they're in the presence of a demon. Demons are known to destroy the waiting spirits for fun, but I wasn't like that at all. All life is important and precious. Even if that life is... well... dead.

I looked over the seemingly vacant cemetery.

A white haired boy and a black haired boy sat next to each other, chatting on a stone bench. They sat in the distance, too far for me to make out the details of their faces. I began to walk toward the two, Grim at my heels. When I was closer to them, they noticed me, and immediately recognized my species. Both the boys stood, the white-haired boy blocking me from the black-haired boy, as if I were here to attack. The white-haired boy covered one eye like I did, his showing eye had a bold black cross in it. His mouth was not there, it appeared as if it were melted off somehow. He was missing a couple of fingers, I noticed, and one side of his hair was tucked behind his ear, that ear had holes in it. Blood dripped down his eyes and nose and ears. That was what was left over from when he was killed. Although it was the white-haired boy that took action, the black-haired boy spoke.

"Demon, do not harm us, we have done nothing wrong. Spare us."

"I'm not here to kill you."

They both stopped.

"My servant thinks... I need friends. He dragged me here to find some."

They both looked shocked. "Friends?" The black-haired boy had claw marks covering his face and neck and arms. He had inch long, thick fangs, and feline eyes. His fangs had been cutting at his lower lip, blood dripped from it.

"My name is Mitchell Zelmore, I'm the Demoniac. What are your names?"

They still stood shocked. "I'm Arturo Redcloak, this is my brother, Alec Redcloak." Said the black-haired boy. He seemed to have said that with his own mouth this time. I nodded.

"Hello Arturo and Alec, will you leave the Goodbye Heaven Hell and please do me the honor of coming to live with me in the Hell of Home?"

They looked nervous, but they nodded, excited to leave such a boring and barren world.

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