The darkness of night shrouded the sandy island, the only sound the crashing of waves against the shore. Mark stood firm, his shotgun at the ready, as Chuck's demon minions emerged from the shadows.Their eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, their twisted forms seeming to shift and writhe in the faint moonlight. Mark gripped his shotgun tightly, but instead of firing, he used the weapon as a club, swinging the handle with precision and force.The first minion stumbled back, his head cracked and bleeding, as Mark struck him with a swift swing of the shotgun's handle. The second minion lunged, his claws snapping wildly, but Mark dodged and countered with a swift strike to his chest, sending him crashing to the sand.The third minion charged, his eyes blazing with fury, but Mark was ready. With a swift swing of the shotgun's handle, he struck the minion with a crushing blow, sending him stumbling back into the darkness.Mark stood panting, his shotgun still at the ready, as the minion
Mark's gaze swung around, his eyes scanning the sandy island with a mix of frustration and disbelief, as he realized the lifeless body he had left behind was now gone. The sand seemed to stretch out like an empty canvas, devoid of the gruesome brushstrokes of Chuck's corpse. Mark's mind raced with the implications - Chuck, or rather Mara, the ancient demon king, was still alive. The thought sent a surge of adrenaline through his veins, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum.Mark's sigh of frustration was like a deflated balloon, his breath escaping in a slow hiss as he recalled the countless times he had tried to kill Mara.The memories were etched in Mark's mind like scars, a reminder that he had unfinished business to deal with.Mara's dark history unfolded like a classic horror show. His reign was a masterclass in tyranny, as he ruled with an iron fist, his kingdom a dystopian realm of fear and subjugation. Mara's daughters, equally corrupted by their father's influence, wer
As the explosion's echoes faded, Mark emerged from the smoke-shrouded house, Lucia's limp form cradled in his arms. The bright night light emitted by the moon began to shine clearly after the ceasing of the storm.It cast an eerie glow on the scene, illuminating the carnage that littered the grounds. Mark's Crusaders awaited him outside, their faces etched with concern and curiosity. With a nod, they presented him with the fallen comrades, their lifeless bodies strewn like puppets cut from their strings.Mark's voice rang out, clear and commanding, "Arise!" The air seemed to vibrate with an otherworldly energy as the deceased warriors stirred, their wounds knitting together with an unnatural speed. The leader's eyes widened in awe, his query tumbling forth, "Who was the one you carried out, Mark?""A human," Mark replied, his tone low and enigmatic. The leader's surprise was palpable, his words spilling out in a rush, "A human? Living among demons? What sorcery is this?" Mark's gaz
Who is the devil?.Some called him Lucifer,others called him Satan. They were practically twins but there were more of them and the youngest was by far the greatest.Lucifer was the fallen angel of pride but he wasn't Pride.Lucifer and Satan attempted a coup. It of course failed and they both fell.But,not without taking 1/3 of the angels with him.Those angels mingled with humans and their children became the demons.God destroyed them with Wrath that poured out water onto the earth.It caused a flood that destroyed all the living.But they weren't gone they became ghosts roaming the earth after being banished to the underworld.Their parents,the fallen angels became deities.Those Deities had fetish priests and seers.There were seven major Fallen angels,Lucifer, Asmodeus,Satan,Beelzebub,Baal, Leviathan and Belphegor.The Devil was a title chosen by the seven princes.Satan was the Devil in World wars and Lucifer was King in the fall of man and Babel.It had switched for generations between the
All hell broke loose literally.Who would be the new king 👑 of hell, who deserved the throne and title as the Devil.The crowd started to speak.Demons,seers, ghosts and even the neutral spirits were chanting for a new change of government.Enough of the Lucifer/Satan lead regime.It was getting boring,totally cliche and absolutely one way.But who would be king except from them.Every demon was selfish,every ghost was thinking of their well being and the neutral spirits were still neutral.So they made a compromise,if they wouldn't allow themselves to get it and definitely,they would not hand it back to the Twin kings then they would give it to stranger.The youngest amongst them. The prodigal son who wasn't even at this vital meeting.They chose Asmodeus to be the Devil. The question was what did The twins have to say about this. Asmodeus was not at the meeting for complicated reasons.He had not stepped in hell for a while now.He fell out with Lucifer and Satan so he left to planet earth.He
"What the hell on earth",A handsome man with a devilish smirk on his face said as a bunch of men sitting around a big office table briefed him on the state of hell address.Yes,he was the famous Asmodeus,the youngest Arch demon,most cocky prince of hell and the soon to be Devil.He was amused to hear what he had just been told.Hell wanted an election,the demons wanted democracy."Ha,I can't believe this,I wish I could see the look on Satan and Lucifer's face."So, Asmodeus what do you say about our proposal",the men around the table asked.Asmodeus looked at them one by one then spoke,"Why the hell would I do that".They all gaped at him,this was the greatest opportunity of a lifetime for any demon and Asmodeus was....well,he was.....not giving a fuck!!!.Asmodeus said that for one reason and one reason only.He gave up on the mission of hell long ago.He gave up fighting a lost war against their Father,the Almighty God.Why after leaving hell for over a century,would he want to comeback to be
Asmodeus was on the move with the other demons,they were going to Hell Industries Inc.Yes!,hell had headquarters all over the globe and these places always had an underground chamber.It led to the actual realm of hell. Asmodeus wasn't really interested in the throne but he thought,"It's time for a great family reunion".He smiled to himself with a sense of satisfaction and relaxed in his seat. They finally arrived at Hell Inc and were met with a royal welcome.It was so grand that some of the chauffeurs recommended that Asmodeus should be lifted into the building.Ofcourse,he declined.Asmodeus was a simple guy.Well, except for the fact that he was a billionaire.He just wanted to get this over with it.He was going to disappoint all these fanatics and go back to his earthly abode to pass time,right before their inevitable war in the end times.Yeah, Asmodeus knew they would lose the war against their Dad after they failed to corrupt his divine son.He no longer saw the use of fighting for a
IN THE REALM OF THE FIERY PIT....They were bracing their selves for the arrival of their new king.Asmodeus the Devil,the one with dominion over evil.Satan was ranting to Lucifer as the demon of pride stayed quite seeming to be lost in his thoughts,"Are we really going to let these fools choose that premature idiot of a brother to rule the ultimate kingdom of hell.We have to do something. Lucifer!,come on are you just going to sit there doing nothing".Lucifer suddenly whispered,"Asmodeus doesn't want the throne,he doesn't want any responsibilities related to our fight.I think this will be good for him".Satan's eyes opened wide and he gaped at Lucifer that instant,"What!!,don't tell me you are on his side, accepting this silly idea"."On the contrary,am on no one's side", Lucifer replied.Satan was just too shocked and flustered to say anything else.He walked away and left Lucifer pondering.Why would Lucifer want Asmodeus to have the throne?.Only he knew and considering the fact that