The Heir to Darkness Part 4 (standard:horror, 1098 words) [4/4] show all parts
Author: J. F. Naples	Added: Jun 10 2002	Views/Reads: 2690/1931	Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
The End?

The pendant that Veronica wore and the diagram on the floor was none
other than the sign of the demon.  That five pointed star encased in a 
circle.  The pentagram.  I knew of it meaning, but never would have 
believed. 

(a soft moan) 

I don't know how much longer I will be able to continue speaking in this
language, the language that I was born to speak.  I can hear myself 
becoming more raucous, incomprehensible.  English to turn into 
something more dreadful. 

I can also feel myself changing, more so than when I had started this
transformation.  I can see my hands growing larger and thicker as I am 
speaking.  I can feel my body growing in size, massing in muscle and 
sculpture.  I thought that this was going to be a painful process, but 
what I am feeling is a strange warmth, a bizarre feeling that I cannot 
describe. 

For I know what this means, and I am in dread for when I am completely
changed.  I don't know what my future has in store for me, and I am 
wishing it would never come. 

If I hadn't answered that phone call that time ago, would this be
happening now? 

(sigh) 

It was Veronica that had called.  She had called to remind me of the
pact that I so blindingly took.  That it was my time to reign.  That is 
was my time to fulfill my part of the pact.  She had spent her time in 
purgatory, and now that her punishment was coming to an end, it was 
nearing for mine to begin. 

I tried to fight the outcome, but I had lost. 

The devil had won. 

A self-proclaimed atheist was I.  I believed in neither the devil nor
God, but now I am different. 

I am changed. 

I have seen the light, but it was too late. 

If one is to believe in the devil, then one has to believe in God.  I
converted, but i believe it was too late.  I have been confirmed, I 
took communion, I confessed my sins, but I still lay trapped. 

And now, here I sit in my ailing apartment, waiting for the inevitable
to happen.  The devil had found me, and now he 

(she?  it?) 

had finally taken claim over my soul.  Even if I had a chance to seek
redemption, I believe that I would have still been blinded to the 
truth.  Blinded by my lust and desire.  Temptation I found out is a 
sin, and temptation is what lured me in. 

I was branded with the scarlet letter.  People avoiding me was a way to
get me ready so that I wouldn't be missed.  There would be no one to 
miss me, no one to know that I was missing.  I am sure that if the 
people knew of my fate, the would say that I deserved it.  I would have 
to agree with them. 

For I have sinned.  There is not a means of getting out. 

I had made love to the devil, the Fallen Angel. 

I tried to fight it in the end, but it had conquered. 

So, wearing the devil's face, its forked tongue growing in my mouth, my
body turning into it own, I am going to be making a little trip.  A 
trip that I won't like.  A trip that will make me wish that I could 
die. 


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