Intro (story)

Intro A note on hell. Hell is an infinitely large place, It has to house an unlimited amount of beings from many different dimensions. Hell isn’t nearly as evil as it is roomer to be. Infect many beings prefer hell to heaven, not because they are evil and love the freedom but, because in heaven there are strict rules. You can nothing fun in heaven. In heaven you are a prisoner, you are in hell but at least they have the decency to tell you. Also the only way out of heaven is to become evil. In any minute way, you can think of sex and be cast into hell. Heaven demands perfection and will not tolerate otherwise. Many people ask to whose perfection they demand, they simply reply with “his” He walked with a heavy step upon the tainted soil; he walked with dignity, shoulders raised and head held high. He seemed like anyone else, if there were anyone else to compare him to. He had a rugged and scared face, his muscles bulged, he had shoulder length blond hair that seemed to be going darker at the roots. He was dressed in a white grubby robe. Every now and then the robe would slip open to reveal a chain mail undergarment. However this was tightly woven with miniscule rings. Obviously it was magical as it almost floated and he walked, It looked light and flimsy but it could deflect even the strongest of hits as if it were nothing. This was no ordinary chain mail. The only other visible thing on him was a belt. It was made of a strange synthetic fibre. In the middle of it there was a circle of glass that was illuminated with an eerie blue light from within. One difference that would have stood him out from a crowd are his eyes. One is a deep blue, the other seemed to be lit from within, as if on fire, the colours constantly flickering. As he walked he heard a wimpier, a faint sound surely inaudible to anyone, but this person had been living (in the loosest sense of the word) in hell for a long time. He knew that even the faintest sound could mean death. He drew into a familiar stance, defensive but lethal. With the lack of any immediate danger he decides to follow the whimper. There lying in the mud he sees a huddled ball of rags. He goes to touch it. Immediately it drew back. “Don’t worry, I’m not here to hunt you. Who and What are you?” The ball seemed to be listening intently, after a minuet it began to choke out words in a rasping voice. “I’ am saint peter the twenty second, I need your help.” “Ooh your one of them, You’ve lost your..” but he was cut short “I need one…. I need one before I fall into the land forever” This seemed to trouble him He stood up. “Where can I find a…” again he was cut short, but not by the huddled creature. It was almost as if he had heard another sound. Like a startled hare he looked up and around. “Ahh, I’ll trust you’ll be here when I come back” This time he set off at a run, into a forest of dark rotting evil trees. He emerged to find a meadow of burning grass. In the middle were a group of demons. They too were huddled like the thing in the roadside, but not in a ditch around a circle. He charged down at them, Shouting for them to get away from it. “HA” one of the dark beasts snorted, it appeared to be the leader with a bigger mask of gold than the others. All were clad in a strange pure black armour, all looked muscled with large weapons strewn around them ranging from a small knife to a very large double headed axe. “We found it, It’s our. What are you going to do about it? Kill us?” upon hearing this the other demons began to laugh on cue. “Yes, actually I will” at this the demons began to pick up their weapons “You? A mere mortal? Bring it on, I always enjoy a light slaughtering!” The man was now within twenty feet of the demon “I wouldn’t say mortal” as he spoke he poked the circle on his belt, a small projected display appeared in front of him, he scrolled along it until he apparently found what he was looking for. He pull an enormous black sword from the small display, in fact no it was more than just black it seemed to suck in the light around it and give of a small smoke of the same texture. the sword was nearly twice as big as the warrior himself yet he held it to his side in one hand. Oozing ease he taunted them to come further. The head demon looked entranced by the sword. “Ha, a big sword doesn’t mean you can beat me!” but he certainly didn’t sound as sure of himself now. He accepted the challenge none the less he motioned for his followers to keep back. “I’ll kill him on my own and take his pretty sword” “Or die trying” the demon lunged at the man, with surprising speed the man stepped aside with a parry to the demons blow “you’ll need more than strength to win this fight demon, and you don’t even have that” With a snarl the demon took a defensive stance before the warrior “lets see what you can do then!” Immediately the warrior took a long swing at the demon. It only just managed to block before the man was upon him once again. With a downward slash the man nearly decapitated the demon. The man looked as if he had his guard down as he swooped back, the demon took its chance to jab at his heart. The man just laughed and grabbed the blade he snapped it easily. Then with one more upward slash sliced the demon in two. “Now are you going to give me that….” again he was cut short, this time a double headed throwing axe stuck reverberating in his back. “Now that was dirty” he screamed Apparently loosing control at this point the man screamed an unholy howl, his body began to writhe and wriggle from within. It seemed like there were worms under his skin to rip the flesh. Again he screamed bounding forward the man ripped out the throat of a demon as if by accident. Then his skin seemed to burst leaving in its wake a towering demon. Its muscles grew tenfold. It seemed to be made of the same substance of its blade. It’s hair seemed consumed by the dark colour of it’s roots. The new beast easily swept through their ranks leaving time for only one to utter “Ooh shit, Its him!” But it was already over. Panting it visibly shrank and the skin changed back to its original colour. Searching between the fresh carcasses he finally found what he was looking for. “Damn the basterds used it!” Almost as soon as he screamed the words the very sky above him seemed to open up and spew forth a being of pure white light. It hit the ground with a flash. Shielding his eyes the man whispered “well I never, a new fallen angel” as soon as the crash was over the immediate surroundings seemed to change. The meadow was of grass and the sun and sky like a tranquil midsummer’s day, even with the sent of sweet flowers on the crisp wind. The man looked at what he had just picked up. Then back to the crash site. Seeming to make a decision he put his sword away and ran over to the fallen angel, as he did he hit the circle again and appeared to drop the sword into the light. “I am saint Constantine the third!,” the angel boomed, “what do you want mortal?” “You’re the second person to get that wrong today” the man said rather more calmly than the angel would have liked “And I want your halo” “I can never submit it freely! You will slay me before I readily give it up!” “fine” once again the man seemed to scroll through his projector and once again he seemed to defy the sane by pulling out a weapon. This one was nothing like the last one however. It was a samurai’s sword. It had a thin and deadly blade with an aura of pure white light. This seemed to be the opposite of the previous sword. “I will kill you then” the angel seemed enraged by this, it pulled out it’s own blade. One made of pure fire, a holy blade of blue and white flame. For the second time in five minuets the man fought. This battle was much more interesting though. The angel was fresh so the effects of hell hadn’t begun to wear it down yet, it still had much of its holy energy. But like the demon it had no chance. The man strode upto the angle with a long swoop from the side as he approached. The angle blocked it much more quickly than the demon ever could have. It tried to hit back with a simple jab, again the man evaded and strode under the angels guard to punch it squarely in the face. The punch sent the angle flying backwards further than it could have been though possible. Before the angel even landed the man was above it the angel was defenceless as it sailed through the air. The man took the opportunity to cut the angels arm clean off. The angel screamed in pain, yet no blood was spilt there was just a pure white stub were there was an arm moments ago. The angel scrambled up and managed to step aside the powerful downward slash from the man. The angel took its chance and returned the punch to the head. The man was smashed hard to the ground. Quickly he rolled, a split second later there was a sword were there was his head. The man turned and with another slice chopped off a leg, again a scream and a white stub. Yet still the angel fought on, it still thought it had the upper hand being the one on it’s feet. The angel threw all its weight into a final slash. The angel screamed with rage, pain and fear as it sailed through the air again at him. The man knocked the holy fire and the angel aside easily. The angel knew it was beaten. It lay there panting. The man removed the last of it’s limbs, sneering as it did. “NO I beg of you, don’t take it. I’ll give whatever I can please I need it” “Someone else needs it more.” With that the strange man grabbed and ripped the halo from above the angels head. “No, kill me now!” With that the man quickly span back to face the angel, the turn proved deadly with the blade decapitation it. The man pulled a strange amulet from around his neck and held it close to the angel. Soon after something seemed to seep from the angel into the amulet. It’s sole. The man had trapped a fresh angels sole in a crystal. With that the man turned back, he found the strange being huddled in the road. “here” he said throwing the halo to the ground in front of the huddle. “enjoy” The huddle scrabbled around in the dirt finally grasping the halo he seemed to place it on it’s head. The halo began to hover just above it’s head. The change was instantaneous the being rose up discarding it’s rags to reveal a naked body beneath. Between the cracks in the dirt encrusted skin there were bright lights of white emanating from it’s body. “Thank you, mortal” the rejuvenated fallen angel said “That makes three” “Pardon? No matter what is your name kind sir?” The man began to walk away but stopped to whisper “Lucifer” The angel reeled back in horror then ran in the opposite direction screaming for his life. It was like it had seen the final death. “Your welcome” said Lucifer as he turned away, “Lucifer the third by the way”