Hello! Alright, so basically, this is just the prologue. I'm not sure if I should continue with it. It's about a servant of Satan who, much later on, converts to Christianity and wards Satan off back to Hell. Let me know what you think!
On the eve of the apocalypse I sat by the window. The screams of the tormented could be heard throughout the kingdom. The screams of the dying, of the mourning, of the terrified. The loud crack of whips being torn through flesh. The clanging of the anvils could be heard by the slaves, burdened with work, building new statues and towers for our leader. My eyes were dull and emotionless as I listened to the pathetic sounds of slaves begging for mercy. Mercy. Fools. Did they not realize that they worked for the prince of this world now? They would receive no mercy. Not from him. They didn't deserve mercy. None of them did. They were Christians. This was the apocalypse. There was no such thing as faith, hope, or mercy. I listened as the screams ripped through the air, almost enough to puncture an eardrum. I didn't care, though. I didn't mind. I had grown accustomed to the wretched sounds. In fact, I was the daughter of a Servant. It was one of my duties to inflict such pain and sorrow onto the slaves. My name? Rosaline, Ace of Satan.
So, how was it? It has some gore in it, but not way too much. Let me know if you want me to go through with it! REVIEW! And bring me a dill pickle.