I, Devil (a love story)

Chapter Nineteen: Adramelech

We could only go so low. Sachiel had to be acclimated to Hell, much like deep diving into the ocean. If we went too fast, the crushing pressure and gravitational pull of negative energy would deep-fry his brain and nothing would be left of his consciousness. He wanted to see the bottom. He wanted to know how it all worked since he finally could see it where he was once blind. Even though it was painful, it was still a brand new world.

I decided to bring him to Guadalajara, Mexico. The lower levels of Hell there were better established and seemed easy for tourists to visit. Even in the afterlife, people love visiting Mexico. I didn't mind giving him a tour, either. It was actually something I was keen to see myself. Azazel "stepped down" and "quit" being the Prince of Darkness shortly after the time of Christ. Since then, I've "taken over" the mundane doings of Hell and reorganized the function of the dimensional plane. I do things like a corporation, with structure and rank. And I wanted a closer look at Guadalajara to see how it was doing. It was a sort of impulsive choice, like how an executive does a surprise drop-by to a company store.

Traditionally, there are nine choirs of angels. Sachiel was a cherubim, the second highest order after the seraphim. When I inherited this great behemoth mess of a dimension after Azazel fucked off, I structured the management of Hell after the nine choirs. I appointed kings, princes, dukes and marquis to help me organize. I made different demons earls and presidents. I just started handing out titles left and right. I wanted to make some kind of order out of the chaos by giving different entities authority and purpose. So, it didn't seem like having Sachiel as my appointed assistant for right now was too crazy of an idea. Maybe I did need a competent secretary that wasn't a stupid demon. It only added to my identity as a manager, because I did what Azazel never did as Hell's ruler. I took responsibility and some accountability for being the devil.

When we first arrived, I showed Sachiel the city streets on Earth. We watched as traffic buzzed and the stench of hot asphalt filled the atmosphere. I watched the gentle sway of palm trees on every street corner. The points of a great cathedral was peeking out just over the rooftops. I was going to lower the vibration and enter Hell slowly, gradually bringing us to reality's sewer system. We glided through Guadalajara's marketplace, the colored tents and cacophony of sounds passed us by. We could almost feel the radioactive burn of the afternoon sun above. I knew he had never been here so I just wanted to let him take it all in real quick first.

I then lowered our vibration a little so we entered the levels of dream-Guadalajara. It was almost like Guadalajara in reality on Earth, but everything was just sort of twisted a little. The sun was at a constant twilight state and the sinister creeping of negativity were more prominent. I love visiting dream-Guadalajara because it is such a strange place. It is smaller than the Guadalajara on Earth with a population of half a million. It is also at a higher altitude and a little closer to lake Chapala. Like all dream places, dream-Guadalajara is largely shaped by people's perception of it, and then greatly exaggerated.

I wanted to show him everything from the top down. Although Sachiel was now one of us, there was still the pleasure of taking what was left of Heaven from him and destroying it. It was a deed that I alone got to take pleasure in and I certainly did not want to relinquish that experience to anyone else. I knew to start him easy, start him slow. I swiftly cruised through dream-Guadalajara and lowered our vibration just a tad. I wanted to give him just a sample taste of Hell.

I decided to take him to a piece of shit I knew simply because he was conveniently close by-- we were going Miguel Herrera's house. I drove us smoothly to give him a feel as if we were in a bright red sports car. I love sports cars, it is a dream to hear the warm buzz of the motor and the smell of the leather seats. I projected the feel of something like a Maserati convertible. I wanted Sachiel to feel the hot, dry wind in his hair as we dove down city streets. I wanted him to have a good time. We zipped by humans so quickly they were just a blur of energy. They couldn't see or perceive us, but I knew each and every one of them.