LUCIFER'S HELL

Chapter Two -The Birth of Evil

As night descended, the day succumbed to darkness, and the clouds were adorned with beams of shadow and constellations centered by the luminescent moon. Mariton city, a melting pot of humanity, thrived with men, women, and children living in harmony and unity. As dawn's light faded from the sky, night embarked on its journey. Angeles and her legion stood poised, like soldiers ready for battle, awaiting the perfect moment to strike. At midnight, when the city slumbered deeply, Angeles whispered to her legion, "It is time." With a chorus of ominous voices, they marched into the city, their malevolent presence echoing through the streets. Angeles halted their advance, surveying the interior of Mariton, where an unsettling silence reigned. She signaled her legion to follow, and they converged upon the outskirts of the city, near the Rarantherine forest, where the inhabitants were scarce. Angeles unveiled the enchanted Book of Evil, bestowed upon her by Lucifer. As she opened its pages, Lucifer's words of dark incantations leapt forth, and she spoke the spell: "Etne Mote arnq aert dwes bout nwer qet zeft gdeo." The demons joined in unison, their voices weaving a haunting chorus. The ground trembled, and the sands swirled, coalescing into a magnificent structure - a beautiful family community with grand mansions, born from the darkness. Angeles christened the community Halolus, and with a wave of her hand, the name materialized on the gate's forehead. As the first light of dawn crept over the horizon, her legion poured through the entrance, their dark forms silhouetted against the growing brightness. Once all had settled within, Angeles vanished, only to reappear atop the highest building, where her legion could behold her with an unblinking gaze. With an air of malevolent triumph, she declared, "The city shall acknowledge our presence, yet their memories of this place shall be shrouded in eternal oblivion. We have come to claim what is rightfully ours and to execute justice in the name of our Lord Lucifer." The demons echoed her proclamation, their voices rising in a chilling, synchronized chant: "Oh Hail Lord Lucifer."

Angeles then produced the accursed tome, its pages whispering dark secrets, and invoked the spell to shroud the city's memories, ensuring that the transformation of Mariton's border would remain forever forgotten. Lucifer, the mastermind, had foreseen this moment, crafting his plan with the most potent evil and demonic knowledge, inscribed in the ancient Demonic language. This dark scripture granted Angeles access to his boundless power, allowing her to unleash hell's full fury upon the earth.

As dawn's radiance illuminated the sky, the people of Mariton stirred, oblivious to the evil that had descended upon them. Their day began with promise and hope, but unbeknownst to them, Angeles had already set her plan in motion. Her agents, disguised as merchants, infiltrated the market, peddling their wares - fruit and food items - as they wove a web of darkness, poised to ensnare the unsuspecting populace.

At the market entrance, one of the demon disguised as a stunning lady captivated many buyers, including Fredrick, a young and charming man. As he gazed at her, he exclaimed, "What a beauty!" The demon lady interrupted, saying, "More than you can ever see or imagine." Fredrick asked, "What's your name? I long to feel my heart flutter again, as it did when I first saw you." She teasingly replied, "You flatter excessively, perhaps I need genuine men in my daily life." Fredrick responded, "Men like me are rare in Mariton."

He continued to impress her with kind words, and the demonic lady, adorned in beautiful clothes and human skin, smiled with excitement. As he purchased fruits and vegetables and prepared to leave, he said, "We shall meet again at sunrise." She replied, "Minivan." Fredrick exclaimed, "What! That's your name?" She confirmed, "Yes, that's my name." Fredrick departed, and Minivan was delighted to have a man admire her beauty.

The demons, struggling to mimic human interactions, were among the people in the market, trying to sell their goods and express feelings like humans to their opposite s*x. People passing through the end part of Mariton, near the border, marveled at the newly erected building and exclaimed in wonder. Even those who regularly visited Mariton for business were automatically enchanted from the border, clearing their memories of what may have been in that spot, as the evil that had erupted in the city took hold.

An old man, who had lived in Mariton for a long time, had faith as strong as rock. As he reached the border with his horse and goods, he noticed a spell of evil magic had been cast. He dismounted, placed his hands on his sides, and gazed at the border, saying, "God have mercy, what has befallen my city? We are completely overwhelmed. Wait a minute, is that a house in the desert? Oh man, what is happening here? Has my journey become years? No, no, no! This can't be happening."

He quickly went to the carriage, opened a box containing the words of God, and returned to the border. He opened the book, written in Greek mythology, and began to read. As he read the words, which meant, "Oh God of creator, have me controlled by you so I can be safe in my city, as evil has made a face on earth, and let your Angels be superior over the demons on earth, Amen." He closed the book, saying, "This means the evil prophecy has begun. I must stop it, we must." He went to his horse, took three deep breaths, and left to cross the border. With the prayer, the enchantment was unable to enchant him, and he successfully passed through the border without being corrupted by the evil spell cast on the border. The traveler rode into the community of Halolus, his horse's hooves echoing through the air. As he approached the gate, he dismounted and drew closer, marveling at its beauty. "What sorcery is this?" he wondered aloud. "This is diabolically magnificent! Does the city's authority know that this stands at Mariton's border?"

He answered himself, "No, I suppose they don't." Suddenly, his eyes turned white, and he beheld the true vision of the community. Demons revelled in hellfire, chanting hymns to Lucifer. He stumbled backward, exclaiming, "Oh my goodness, this is madness! God have mercy on our souls!"

He hastily mounted his horse and spurred it on, racing towards the city. The carriage bounced and swayed as the horse galloped, its legs pounding the ground. Through a narrow path, he hastened, the shortest route to Mariton, where multitudes dwelled.

As night fell, he ascended a hill overlooking the city. He reined in his horse and gazed down at the valley, where lights twinkled like stars. "It's beautiful, just as it's always been," he smiled. But his eyes changed again, revealing a vision of demons in human form, their presence erupting throughout the city.

His horse reared up, its front legs raised high, and let out a terrified whinny. The traveler held the reins tight, his heart racing with fear. Dread had descended upon him, and he knew he had to act.