Short Stories

Servants of the Lord

"All in all, we are both servants to the Lord. I don't care about our differences, as long as you know we're part of plans for the Lord." The Devil sneered.

"The Lord's plans? Why would god want to murder!?" Henney exclaimed. The young boy only 12 and already under the influence of war, the 1800's are tough times.

"Don't you understand? All he does is stare down on us, he doesn't send prophets like you religious folks think. It gets boring -sitting up there by himself. So this is how he makes fun, by toying with fate." The Devil walked closer to the boy, his deep voice echoing throughout the room.

"Mr.Devil, is this truly what god wants? Because if so... Then..." The boy stuttered, Henney sat quietly and tensed his muscles.

"Then..?" Asked the Devil nearing the opposite wall.

"As long as it protects my people... My family..."

"That is the deal. But choose a religion to torment at least." The Devil rolled his eyes and sat across from the boy who nervously looked up with determined eyes.

"Then I agree to the terms." The boy answered.

"Good. It's been a pleasure working with you... Henney." The Devil smiled slyly as he exited the room.

Smirking to himself before he left, a low growl was heard and the Devil locked the door before Henney could escape.

"Aaaggh!" The boys screams were in vain as the Devil laughed. He knew Henney wasn't yet prepared to take on such a gruesome job, so he hired some people to help him get used to the blood and guts of his adversaries.

"Nggh... Boy... Kill them... Hehehe... Choose them... The people are your enemies... Kill them..!" The old woman had people holding Henney down as she tortured him until he followed her commands.

Ever since, Henney has been a cold blooded killer working in the unknown name of god. And by the Devil's side. Soon to be the inspiration of killers such as Hitler, but his story unheard of and his fate but a legend.