It was a whispering night with a calling of death a young man named John, he had a luxuries black hair with spectacular bright sparkling red eyes. The young, stupid man has made many sins in the long and aphotic, the past of the devil will haunt John moons, to prolong his existence. The abounding life of the ostentatiousness man who’s evil surveillance has been provided. The inquisition is, the volition of is desperate is developing existents. John wonders every pardonable, and nautical day. The nether realm beckoning the whispers to impel me that, will recession of the condemnation of his destiny. He remises his past days, quite, alone with extinct from humanity, nothing to emancipate his soul.

Moons, weeks, now months now pass with no prefiguration at the devils heels in an eternity. A linger for a savior, gods savior to unshackle is soul from Seiten’s wrath which transmits his living body. His peregrination has lead him to a life with the devil. Lucifer will eternally anchor the souls of my idolatrous family with no warning.
I unanticipatedly vanish and disembark in the same moldy and vague hallway with a crepuscular door, the exact one in speculation, (my destiny). My existence disguised with no more than sins. Unimpeded with the old rustic door, quietly creeping up to it and dehisce to my soul as well. Unleashing my sins nudge with eternal depts. While my sins fall to hell I release my mistakes and fall in as well going to hell was more undemanding than originally thought of beforehand. Why the bloody depth of hell; and why clean my sins here, the paces creep slowly with every breathe that comes out of Lucifer’s mouth. I find the hard and bright red blood floor with nothing but a single light. Shining as bright light was shone in the dark mist, of what is hell, standing breathless as a watch with a keen sight, watching for the red blood of the devils flesh, I hear screaming every way I watch; asking myself why I would be here today in the depths of hell.
Sprinting to search for the everlasting exit to cover up my red as blood skin that will surely be demolished, that which will greatly benefit that which will greatly attracted the one who seeks the taste of rose bright blood dripping, spilling from his victims. The daring devil despises his farther that which is god, the one who shall protect all that is living, growing apart of this universe that is all mighty and unforgiving to be a part of something willing to die for our sins; but now it’s my turn to die to be a part of my own horrible history. Will I die tonight or suffer another lasting day that will contribute to life or death of the vital decisions that only the devil will know, why I ask myself felling deep inside with no soul left to comfort me in my lonely life.