I thanked each cut hell's dark surgeons made on my flesh. Every time my skin was peeled from me by Meggido's twisted chefs, it was with gratitude in what remained of my heart. Every dip into dissolving acid, every turn at the wheel where my bones were broken and ground into dust, every incision, laceration, defilement, destruction, torture, every single ounce of pain and misery, every visit to hell's darkest chambers, prolonged for time without end, for time without time, I endured it all, for nothing could ever be greater than my love for Sarah. Oh, the devils tried, and tried and tried : though they could break my body all they wanted, there was no scalpel that cut out that love away from me. They'd show me visions of her, suffering the utmost atrocities. Inside I laughed it all away. As a counterpoint, they would torture me with visions where we'd had the life I dreamt of, only for something terrible to happen. Fools, these demons. The love will always be greater than the pain. Emotionally, physically, they leave constellations of scars across my body, such as it is. Maybe it's not a body, it's just the idea of a body, and all of this happens in a deeper, perhaps more subconscious level. Maybe hell exists only in our minds. But I welcomed the scars. In time, the scars scab, and the torn sinew becomes stronger flesh. I have learned all these demon's names, their given and their true names, the names only God knows, and inside me there burns a fire hotter and brighter than any in hell. I will have my hands around these demon's throats, all of them, and snuff out their flames. When I'm done, there will be no hell nor any need for it, ever again.
My first act of murder comes after untold aeons of torment. I feel the whips and lashes tear flesh from me, but this is no pain I had not experienced an untold number of times before. I no longer care about it, or feel it : hell holds no sway over me. They see me rise from where I lay taking their punishment, and they seek to punish me further for my insolence. I wave their flails away, though their cruel barbs seek to rend into my flesh. They tickle me now. Defiantly, I stride towards a particularly vicious demon, it cowers before me as they are challenged for the first time in their pitiful existence. This one's windpipe is crushed easily. It dies, and I absorb it - each one I kill and consume will make me mightier. I am a blight upon this hell, a virus, a cancer. No Lord of Hell, no archdemon, none who dwell in the unlight shall escape. I raze hell where I go, leaving a desolation unseen since its creation. Everything will die here, at my hand, and when I am through with the last demon, the doors to hell will be locked forever.
The power that surges inside me now, that of millions upon millions of demons consumed and devoured, is astonishing. I feel nigh-omnipotent. And yet, I know that for the tragedy I plan to inscribe upon the stars, it is not enough. Not yet, it isn't. The infernal city of Dis lies deserted, all but the master of this domain. The bringer of light, the first of the fallen, beautiful Samael. He doesn't know what to make of me. Deems me an usurper at first, then a traitor to demonkind. Devil, I have come to free you. Mock me not, fiend, it is freedom I give you. It knows fear now, as it hasn't felt since its original descent into the void. It's done, the first step into a long trek that will see me bring to justice these failed gods and deities. Let the heavens tremble, and let the nether realms shake : their end is approaching, for I am become Death, the destroyer of gods.
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