Chapter 27- Damnation
The family stayed in the basement, hearing the sounds of the devils marching over the countryside. The occupants were cautious, as they were frightened with every unholy sound they heard, yet they slowly trudged to stand beside a corner in the basement, watching the window, watching the devils prey on the countryside, their godlike lights beaming down on the ground as they surveyed the area, searching for sinners and their possibly misguided followers blissfully standing in the path of annihilation. All the events going on in a war torn satanic society might as well be symbolic signs of the apocalypse and the end of all hope. The fallen angels of the damned will scour the earth for all humans to poison them with their ideologies of their existence along with their philosophy and beliefs. The hope of a new rule is useless, as it was foretold, as Satan and the false prophet will urge all to follow its lead into becoming slaves of the evil one, the prince of darkness. All the events of natural disasters and destruction might as well be of our cause, not the devils, as if God is punishing and destroying humanity to cause upheaval and disorder in the kingdom of the beast, with humanity re-purified into existence and judged for their previous wrongdoings. There is little chance that humanity will actually live through the apocalypse, and the dawn of a new world, able to tell the story of their near annihilation at the hands of the devils, being thankfully saved by the hands of God like always. The devils marched off into the darkness, where they searched for the sinners. The safety of the house was no match to be still standing after one of them came, searching for them and victimizing them. Suddenly, sounds of the beasts' striding leggings could be heard marching and stomping over the ground. The blinding light poured into the room through the blinds, and the family pushed back as it hovered over the dark room. One of the beasts had lowered itself to disgorge one of its many arms. Outside, there was a strange shadow moving through the darkness, surveying the perimeter of the house as it ominously grew larger when it slowly stalked toward the frightened occupants. The unworldly figure moved away from their sight, exposing only a few of its many arms as it swayed to find a way inside. One of the beasts called for its pack, the sounds blaring from across the room, for them to circle and observe the petty house from the outside when they couldn't move without accidentally damaging the worthless property. The devils were going to victimize them and convert them to follow the better imposed religion in truly believing, but they might as well urge them to fight alongside them as expendable soldiers of their faith at the battle of Armageddon. If so, they would all die at the hands of God and his angels, being mercilessly slaughtered under their sworn, undoubting allegiance, dying for nothing, only to pay for their irrevocable sins and wicked deeds, and burn in the lake of fire. The family heard the squirming of one of the devils nearing their presence, grumbling and cawing as they crawled by the window, the ground marked with their many long arms gripping the ground. The mother turned to see the repulsive face of the devil as one of its tentacles eerily stuck to the window drawing itself out of the unholy darkness, almost urging her to scream in fear. The things crawled down through the cellar of and surveyed the abandoned house, immediately following a strange metallic device resembling one of the arms of the devils stationed outside, shining with a blinding light exposed from the front of an oddly shaped probe. The family heard the soft sounds of the probe along with only shrinking at the sight of its eerie light and decided to move to a higher ground to avoid the lurking machine surveying the house, moving around to search for any sinners to purge. The probe slid up through the hallways up from whence it came, its light shining no more as it withdrew into its accompanying surveying devil. The aliens walked toward the door of the house after they withdrew the strange device. The mother turned to gaze at the blinding light of the machines, feeling a cold trickle of an arm, slide across her shoulder. She turned and screamed to look at the disgusting devilish beast gazing unsympathetically at the frightened victim with its huge eyes. The beast waved its many arms in a hypnotic fashion while compellingly staring at her and gaping its unsanitary drooling mouth. The father quickly noticed an iron cross and stripped it off from the wall of the room and began to shout at the antic demon, the creature turning its ugly head to growl at him. He then proceeded to bash at the unholy beast repeatedly, having green blood oozing out of the writhing body as it screeched with every beating. The devil fell to the ground, its many arms flailing around its physically disfigured body before they all completely halted and fell to the cold ground. The hulking mass of a brain sac lay stricken as its body slowly decomposing as the skin and tentacles were being engulfed by a white bubbling substance. The strange almost acidic substance purged through the beaten eyes and mouth before being completely unrecognizable as they melted and spilled out on the cold floor, creating a brief stain imprinting on the area from where the corpse stood. The family quickly heard the sounds of the beasts raising themselves and shining their blinding lights shining over the decrepit settlement. The sounds of the readying death weapons hissed as the family began to run out of the house, with the unholy sound intensifying as more were readying their death rays. They quickly turned to see the beasts fire the flames of death from their arms, all converging on the roof of the house, tearing apart the house within seconds, causing an enormous fiery series of flashes engulfing the house and reducing it to a huge wreck. The wreckage lay about amongst the destroyed notorieties of the settlement, burning incessantly, the dusty pictures and furniture, the wrecked truck charred and unrecognizable as it was mercilessly stationed there to greet the flames of death, the windmill spinning as it fell at the impact and winds of the explosion, the debris from the roof slowly disfiguring it within seconds of it falling and crashing at its burning seams, the roof's brick foundations scattered throughout the perimeter and breaking some of the small objects, charring and slowly melting amongst the crushed fallen walls rampant amongst the glass of the pictures shattered from the impact, slowly burning and the glass reflected on the devils from the unholy fires. The people, having witnessed the explosion, turned away and quickly ran from their destroyed refuge and the devils by scampering through the dark forest in hopes of hiding as a means of temporarily escaping them and their hell.
