The Beast: by Chaos
I see him now.
It is the beast.
Born from the fires of earthly hell to destroy those who have sinned against it.
He walks around the sea of flame and looks cruelly at those who are innocent.
They scream as they are swallowed by the devil's fire.
I scream.
He looks at me.
His eyes are an inferno of hatred and malice.
He stares harder and curls his unholy mouth.
He mocks me.
He hates me.
I hate him.
I HATE HIM!
The fires caress his body and he embraces them.
I hear more screaming.
The devil's flame comes again and the fires of his wrath grow.
He becomes mightier in appearance.
Now I see him for what he is.
A being of great and terrible power laughing at the insignificant specks of dust called man.
He opens his mouth and I see an abyss as dark as his heart.
The flame lights it.
As it flies to me I raise my arms up to the heavens where I shall be safe from him.
My last sight is him.
It is the beast.