The Devils Bride

Prologue

I ran round the bend as fast as I could, twisting my ankle in all sorts of angles just to get away. Another empty street. I had to keep running. As I stumbled ahead at full speed, I heard the stomping of racing heavy feet, a sound that could only be made by the violent speeding steps of a monstrous man in size 9s. It was pretty obvious that I wouldn't be able to get away. So of course, that wasn't what I had in mind. I needed to die of my own accord. I didn't mind if he was the one to kill me, as long as my death went according to my will. One thing was obvious about this heinous man; if he got ahold of my body, he'd torture me so much, I wouldn't have to be alive for it to hurt. This guy is the type of guy to get revenge any way he can. And if it's going to be on a dead body, then hell he'll get revenge on a dead body.  He was one of the most violent people to enter the planet, one of those psychopaths that makes a shiver go down the spine of other psychopaths. Crazy or mental was a complete understatement when describing this guy. The closest I can get to describing him is the word devil itself. Sometimes, before I did what I had to, I'd see this guy doing what he loves and id be convinced that satan himself is jealous. You know how people say that phrase "he's the devil himself" or "she's the devil itself". When it comes to our guy, it's the creator of the devil himself. he probably invented demons as a joke, then released one whenever he got bored. I've always wondered what made this man the way that he is. Because I knew him. and he was never like this.  He wasn't the type to ever do anything as little as hurt a fly. he was a kind caring and gentle soul that was loved by many. And now every single person that ever counted as "many" is now dead. Except-