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The room was cold. Very cold. It was opposite to what everything was down here, and any poor soul that found themselves here in this cold dark room could never sit comfortably. They could only shake as their fate awaited them. Whether that be just a few questions, torture, or death? Well, that was for the king of this hellish place to decide.
"Lucifer please!" a poor soul yelled out in the room.
"I didn't know he was going to destroy the mirror! I even killed him for it!" he yelled again, pleading for mercy.
I watched him through the glass with an indifferent look. This one, a middling in Lucifer's small but powerful army here in the Pride ring, was chained to a metal chair for not properly looking after a precious and irreplaceable mirror. A mirror that belonged to one of his long-dead children who was slain by an angel many years ago. She was one of his favorite children he ever brought into hell, and that mirror was all he had left of her.
There is one thing you don't mess with or cross in Hell and that's Lucifer's family, and this poor soul was going to receive Lucifer's full and complete attention.
"How do you think I should do it, my boy?" Lucifer asked beside me.
Glancing over at him, he was surrounded by a darkness that only he could muster into the physical plain. An all-consuming darkness that is filled with so much rage and blood that it threatens to spill out of that void and strike the poor soul on the other side of the thin one-way glass. It spread out from him like a mist almost, and thankfully it didn't harm me, but I only kept my composure because I knew the anger was not aimed at me. Even after seeing it so many times it still scared me.
Looking back at the poor soul, I thought about his request.
"Hm… have you ever turned someone inside out?"
"Oh boy… I haven't done that in a while. Haha! It's perfect!" he said as I felt him pat my shoulder.
Shivering slightly, I could feel a chill encompassing my entire left side. After spreading to the tip of my left ear, it lingered everywhere for a few moments. My heart beating erratically as my body heat slowly pushed that chill from my body.
Glancing up at Lucifer again, I frowned as I saw him tapping his chin. His eyes were staring into the wall behind the poor soul and he seemed to be contemplating something. A thought passed through my mind. A devious thought. Lucifer always wanted to do more than just one thing, especially for those that truly anger him, and torture is always fitting for someone in hell. Especially one that lost something so precious to Lucifer.
"Is he a sinner Lucifer?"
"Yes, he is. Handpicked him from the streets of pride by my own hand."
"What was he up top?" I asked.
"Why… oh I see," a feeling of glee animated him. "He is from Europe, a Jew who experienced the holocaust but survived it."
Lucifer let his hands fall to his side, and the darkness only grew.
"He ended up being killed by some thankless African he was providing shelter for some years later... and the rat destroyed my mirror."
My eyes widened a bit in shock but I got a hold of myself. Glancing at Lucifer, he looked even more eager to get started, the edges of the darkness around him getting sharper. There is no room for weakness here.
"Why don't we play a little tune?"
His yellow eyes snapped to mine, "What do you suggest my boy?"
I quickly pulled out my phone and scrolled through one of my playlists and found the dreaded song. His gaze drilled into me, and I wanted to shake in fear, but I couldn't. Quickly holding up my phone to Lucifer who gave it a look, a slow sadistic smile crept from one side of his face to the other.
"The devil's song~ I can't believe I didn't think of that, my boy! Play it."
Connecting the speakers, I pressed play and watched as the poor soul stopped begging. The song was an original recording and the echo of a chorus of men would remind anyone who listened to it of who they were. He froze in fear as he recognized the song. A fear unlike anything I've recently seen in the eye of a fallen soul as a slow but punctual accordion started to echo through the room.
"SS marschiert in feindesland Und singt ein Teufelslied," the speakers play.
(SS marches in enemy land and sings the devils song)
The poor soul's body was now shaking, but not from the cold. He was terrified as all the hope he thought he had vanished in an instant. His cold visible breaths came from his mouth as he looked into the glass. At me unknowingly. His orange-slitted eyes trembled in his head. Another line played and the poor soul suddenly seized up completely and started violently shaking, a PTSD attack. Whatever experience he had was coming back to haunt him.
"Wir pfeifen auf unten und oben,"
(We care about nothing around us.)
Und uns kann die ganze Welt, Verfluchen oder auch loben, Grad wie es ihnen gefällt,"
(And the whole world, can curse or praise us, just as it pleases.)
"No no no no not like this! Any other way! Please!" he cried, tears running down his cheeks as the darkness got closer.
"Wo wir sind da geht's immer vorwärts"
(Wherever we go the way is always forward)
"Und der teufel der lacht nur dazu!"
(And the devil merely laughs!)
Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha!
"Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha!" Lucifer's voice boomed through the glass in sync with the song.
A blood-curdling scream ripped out the poor soul's throat as he shook and withered in his chains. Pulling and pulling yet going nowhere. His tear-stained eyes shut tight as the darkness slowly encompassed him while the music got louder by the second.
"Wir kämpfen für Deutschland"
(We fight for germany)
"Wir kämpfen für hitler!"
(We fight for hitler!)
"Der Rote Kommt nie mehr zur Ruh'"
(The reds will never get to rest)
"Wo wir sind da geht's immer vorwarts"
(Wherever we go the way is always forward)
"Und der teufel der lacht nur dazu!"
(And the Devil merely laughs)
"Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha"
"Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha!"
Lucifer suddenly vanished from beside me. The glass instantly turning an inky black as I could no longer hear or see anything from inside. Looking down at my phone, I saw that my music was paused. The Bluetooth disconnected. Looking back up at the glass, I saw a few words in white pop up amongst the inky blackness,
"Go tell my wife the job is being done."
Bowing slightly in front of the words, I made my way out of the cold observation room. As the door started to slide shut behind me the faint sound of a scream reached my ears, the shutting door echoing in the vacant stone hallway and cutting off the whisper.
"Another day in hell," I said quietly, my voice shaking somewhat.
Looking down at my hand I could see it shaking… no, my entire body was shaking.
"God help me…."
A link to the song for your listening pleasure.
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