THE DEVILS TRADE

THE BEAUTY OF BLASPHEMY

 There is uncanny peace in this dark and I like it; this silence and composure brings my mind to rest from all the chaos. I wish on drifting away in the world of sweet dreams but instead I am lead to the island of nightmares. This is the place where my past continues to spook me and my insecurities are the one that take control all over me. I experience myself being teleported to another dimension. The air around me gets thin and thinner until if becomes almost impossible to breathe. All of this is like the monsters under my bed, I know they are unreal but they still frighten me as if they are real.

 I open my eyes and notice the beads of sweat on my forehead and the pounding of my heart in the throat. My eyes direct themselves to the chain my ankle was clasped in and let out a deep disappointed sigh so all of this had been real! tears threaten to fall as my the urge of using the restroom hit me..i clutched my stomach and called for someone but of course my pleas were ignored i sat in the corner and silently cried.

after what seemed like hours the bedroom door opened and the chandelier lights flickered on i squinted and adjusted my eyes to the brightness and saw the devil-in his all glory standing in the doorway his face completely blank and emotionless.

 his eyes found mine "aww..did you have fun?" he mocked and he walked towards me and crouched..."Roseangel" i looked away..."i am so sorry" he suddenly said sympathetically.

 "i wanted to use the restroom" i mumbled.. i felt so humiliated and embarrassed.  he stood up and clasped his fingers and out of nowhere my ankle was released. he helped me stand up and showed me the bathroom."i'll send someone to give you some clothes" i stared at him with confusion. " there are others too?" he sighed "a lot more than you can expect" he then stride towards the door.."get cleaned and dress up..i'll show you around."

i took my time and bathed soon there was a soft knock on the door..."i have got clothes for you" a small feminine voice spoke. i  told the girl to put them on the bed i quickly got dressed into a sequin blue crop top with black leather leggings. I opened the door and was met with a long seemingly endless hallway. The hall was straight with  no windows and lit up with red hue with no source of light bulb or lamp as i reached the end of the hall i saw a huge perfect spiral staircase i let my hand fall on to the black iron rail, rough in it's rustic charm and placed my weight on the first step. There was no creak or sign of rot, they guided me to the ground floor.

i gasped as my eyes rested on the Le génie du mal  or simple known as The Lucifer of liege  statue made by the well known Belgian artist Guillaume Geefs. Soon the Lucifer itself walked from behind the statue "the fallen angel yep thats me..surprised arnt you?" he declared.

"i thought you despised us humans but you kept a famous sculpture made by none other Guillaume Geefs."

"ahh..i do despise you guys but...it was the only less terrible sculpture of mine ever made..i am sort of proud at Geefs." i smiled. 

"enough talking let me give you the royal tour of hell" i nodded.

Hell - that was the fierce word, the word to threaten children if they were too bad, the word to send shivers down a spine. The fiery daemons whose barbed tails coiled and snapped, their whips sharp, their horns like mighty rocks thrusting from their heads, wings reaching far and wide to swallow the man that dare stand before them. but i here well and alive was testifying nothing but sheer blasphemy of hell given to us....On the way out i saw different clubs, bars, casinos, and loads of drunken people.

"but where are the demons and all the scary things they warned us about" 

"it exists in the lower levels of hell..the part you wont like to see..by the way did you ever read the divine comedy by Dante Alighieri or ever saw the map of hell by Botticelli...nine levels of hell?'

i stare at him " how come you know everything huh! its like you're a nerd in disguise..cause you surely got the looks of the devil" i commented and he smiled. why the hell is the devil the meanie of the meanest being soo nice to me?..like isnt he suppose to torture me until i die..or maybe he just lonely  my subconscious mind intertwined.

" do you drink?" he asked disturbing my trail of thoughts "yeh sometimes" 

" come lets crash the club" he then took my hand and dragged and to the club named "Inferno".

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blasphemy(noun): profane talk