My diary

The Curse of Immortality

At first I thought that I tricked the devil by giving him my wish to be forever on earth. What a fool I have been to think that. I thought an emotionless monster like me would have it easy. I had never a family or friends. So I wouldn't miss anyone when they are dead. For as long as I can think I was alone. I thought as a serial killer I would never feel like a human. I thought I would never feel pity for the people I have killed. That is why the devil even visited me at the first place. I killed over 80 people, I have brought misery to the victims' families and so I have led many people to insanity, which the devil used against them. So the devil decided to do a contract with me. I can still hear his soft voice as he disguised himself as my dead mother. She was my first kill and that was the first time I have ever felt joy and excitement. "Hello son, don't be scared, I am not here to hurt you. In fact I am here to make a contract with you. You served me very well and so I want to give a gift. I will make you immortal and so you can roam over the earth forever, but in exchange you need to continue to murder and make people insane. When you go one day without killing someone, I will led every misery you have caused to others to you. Do we have a deal?" At that time I haven't realized what a difficult duty it would be. I was only twenty-five years old. Of course I had taken the devil's deal, in that time I was still an emotionless bastard.

 Standing in front of my biggest project, I realized that my life means nothing. I am just the devil's servant, a demon he brought to live only for doing his dirty work. My tears burn on my skin as I watch at the ruins that were once a part of New York. My bomb was stronger than I thought. I only wanted to blow up some stores, but I misplaced one bomb, which blowed up a gas pipe. With that my bombs where hundred times stronger than I expected. The gas filled the whole street and the district where most people were walking and lived. Before anyone could react my second bomb exploded, which caused a massive fire and a massive detonation. If the explosion hadn't killed most people, than the pressure wave did it. And not to forget all other 8 bombs that I have placed under the street. That was the time where I realized that I am the same monster as my parents. I caused misery to other people, because I felt empty and powerless. Now the only thing I hear is this mischievous laughter of the devil and the screams of the violated and scared people that are dying slowly. I went too far. Instead of killing 1000 people, I killed over 10 000 people and not to forget I injured thousand of people, too. I didn't only injure them physically, but mentally, too. But I can't stop now, if I stop killing people, I will get their misery. The devil knew that I will suffer too. I am not a winner, he is.

So here I am, killing people and bringing them misery, scared of the next day. This is my destiny. One thing that you can take from my story is, NEVER make a deal with the devil. He will always find a way to bring you misery, even if it seems that he gave a "gift". Don't make my mistakes.