The day was dark. Clouds blanketed the sky in gray. It was quite somber. A man left the church feeling that he achieved absolution. A mob was trudging toward the church.
"What's going on?"
"There's a heretic going on about the 7 that lurks within the church. We're here to test him."
The mob crashed into the church. They searched every corner until they found one solitary man.
"Can I help you?"
"You know why we're here."
"........"
He bolts toward the exit but is caught.
"Let go! Let me go! You're making a mistake. You need me!"
"Silence, infidel!"
The mob once again makes it to the testing area and is somehow able to manage to restrain the man. Testing commenced.
"This is a mistake! I'm the pri.......!"
The man garbled and submerged into the water. You could see the bubbles of air rising to the surface. Moments later, the bubbles ceased to rise. A moment of silence....... nothing. An innocent was lost yet again.
"Was he telling the truth?" A man asked. "We've done it again! What do we do now?!"
The man that felt that he achieved absolution went up to the man that had brought the crops the other day because he was staring quite dejectedly at the river.
"You couldn't have truly known."
"I knew. He was quite the hindrance."
"What was that?" The man began to slowly back away.
"Hmm? Something wrong?" The man cocked his head in a flippant yet arrogant manner.
Another man that was there began screaming. "ARG....!!" Fever, unsightly bruises, the signs were there. He immediately collapsed.
Two women made their approach toward the sight, waving and exaggerating a welcoming smile. "Hi boys."
The man that slowly stepped away increased his speed. The other man that was there followed suit.
"What's wrong, men?" Asked the crop-collecting man in an air of sarcasm.
The two men were surrounded almost immediately. One of them tripped over the body of the diseased man that was just killed. The other remained standing. The crop-collecting man sniffed the air, almost swallowing it. He immediately pinched his nose. "Uggh. You smell of holy intervention." He said toward the man that was standing. His arm moved in an instant and had the man in a choke hold. He held him up with inhuman strength. "I can't use you." The man had his necked easily snapped leaving him lifeless.
He made his approach toward the man that had tripped. That man was clearly cowering in fear. The inhuman man crouched a bit. "Now, don't be afraid. If you offer your soul to me right now, you'll live. What say you?"
That man was in no condition to be making any replies even if his life depended on it. It actually did.
"Oh, alright, you can keep your soul, but leave your body here. You won't be needing it."
The man had fallen upon the same fate as the man that he tripped over. Unbearable pain was the feeling. "Wh...Who are you?" he asked.
"Oh, I haven't been that great with introduction, but, if you insist. I'm the Prince of Darkness, Satan himself. You should feel honored to die in front of me." He began to laugh an inhuman laugh that resounded in the ears.