He was sick of the voices. He looked down the cliff and gave a small gasp
of surprise. Floating in mid-air was what seemed to be a gate. He rubbed
his eyes and looked again. Perhaps, it was just an illusion that appears
when near-death. But, it was still there. The old, rusty metal gates
creaked open and a wisp of fire from within reached out.
/The path to Hell awaits you./
It was funny in a way. Two lovers who would never meet again. Even after death, she goes to heaven and he was doomed to an eternal damnation in hell. He laughed out loud, a tear trickling down his bruised cheek. His laughs echoed throughout the night.
The gates awaited him. He made up his mind. Grasping a blade in one hand, he held his gun with the other.
/One bullet left./
One bullet. Almost as if fate had determined this. No matter what he had done, there always would have had one bullet in that gun. Standing at the edge of the cliff, he looked down as the wisp of flame grew into the shape of a hand. He was ready.
He put the gun to the back his head and fired. His body fell forward, as if in slow motion, into the dark blaze.
He could have sworn he heard a voice, her voice again.
/It's not your fault/
But it was too late for his soul. He was engulfed in the flames and the gates closed.
The dark flames tore at him as if it were own of his blades. The whole time his eyes were wide open taking the pain all in. Then out of nowhere his smoking body crashes to a halt.
/See what you've done! You're a disgrace/ "Who's there?", he asks as he searches for the speaker. /I'm right here.I've always been here./ A puzzling look forms on his face, "What do you mean?"
An awkward silence stirs, but after a few seconds the voice lets out a deep sinister laugh. /You are I, and I are you my son/ "Son? I have no family." said Jakal
Then from the darkness of the shadows a figure began to emerge. It was the "Dark Prince" himself! "You are of my being. You're only purpose your whole life was intended to be my arch angel, my squire, my dark son.," said Satan with a serious look upon his evil face.
/The path to Hell awaits you./
It was funny in a way. Two lovers who would never meet again. Even after death, she goes to heaven and he was doomed to an eternal damnation in hell. He laughed out loud, a tear trickling down his bruised cheek. His laughs echoed throughout the night.
The gates awaited him. He made up his mind. Grasping a blade in one hand, he held his gun with the other.
/One bullet left./
One bullet. Almost as if fate had determined this. No matter what he had done, there always would have had one bullet in that gun. Standing at the edge of the cliff, he looked down as the wisp of flame grew into the shape of a hand. He was ready.
He put the gun to the back his head and fired. His body fell forward, as if in slow motion, into the dark blaze.
He could have sworn he heard a voice, her voice again.
/It's not your fault/
But it was too late for his soul. He was engulfed in the flames and the gates closed.
The dark flames tore at him as if it were own of his blades. The whole time his eyes were wide open taking the pain all in. Then out of nowhere his smoking body crashes to a halt.
/See what you've done! You're a disgrace/ "Who's there?", he asks as he searches for the speaker. /I'm right here.I've always been here./ A puzzling look forms on his face, "What do you mean?"
An awkward silence stirs, but after a few seconds the voice lets out a deep sinister laugh. /You are I, and I are you my son/ "Son? I have no family." said Jakal
Then from the darkness of the shadows a figure began to emerge. It was the "Dark Prince" himself! "You are of my being. You're only purpose your whole life was intended to be my arch angel, my squire, my dark son.," said Satan with a serious look upon his evil face.