I, Devil (a love story)

Chapter Twenty Eight: Adramelech

I am not usually one for black moods, but I felt myself gradually, slowly, sinking into a tar pit. My plan since the very beginning was to ever expand. I thought to increase myself and my consciousness infinitely and by the time that it mattered, I would have solved the issue of eventual entropy. That is to say, I was and am aware of eventual mechanical breakdowns of the machine. I just didn't expect it so soon, and without me having any kind of plan to combat the problem.

Everywhere I went, the Void started to follow. It was as if I was blind to it before, but now that my eyes were uncovered, it was all I could see. Cracks. Tears. Breaks. The entire system was collapsing before me. The Veil was the fascia of reality, keeping everything together. Now all of the low vibrational dimensions were bleeding into each other. Paranormal events were on the rise more than ever before. Hell was breaking into Earth.

I knew that since the advent of nuclear technology that this was bound to happen. In fact, I had planned for it all along. It was my goal to break into Earth-- but there were problems that would arise that I thought that I would have solved along the way. Since I had not, I was now faced with the consequences. One of them was the ever consuming Void dimension. The combination of becoming the largest being in the universe and merging Hell with Earth was not without issues. Now they were the monsters that are devouring me.

There was a knock at the door. I didn't know who it was. I sat in the throne room in the center of my Hell, boiling blackly at the thought of the Void consuming everything that I had worked for. I had planned for the destruction of Earth, but instead of it resulting in a confrontation with the Lord... I was just confronted with ending. There was no fight, no last battle. No Apocalypse. Just consumption by darkness. All I wanted was one more war with God... just so I could ask why.

It seems that I will be cheated of that. God was finished and was simply going to erase everything and answer for none.

Someone continued to knock.

I stood up from my throne. My chambers matched my mood and aesthetic, fire, sulpher, and brimstone. The walls were made of black volcanic rock as boiling tar gurgled at my feet. I could have sent the visitor away. I half assumed it was going to be Azazel, once again. I did not wish to see him. I did not want to admit defeat. I wasn't going to let him consume me. I would choose the Void first. The little knocks continued.

I opened the door. I was allowing an outsider into the heart of my perception, my consciousness, my being. I peered down at the much, much smaller personality at my feet. It was none other than Sachiel. He lay crumpled and broken with the scent of the Void clinging to him. It was as if he was shoved through a very narrow tube through all of space and time, leaving microwaved scorch marks on his skin from the sheer force.

I was surprised to see him, actually. I assumed that Azazel would have found away to usurp our agreement and eat him. He didn't appear to be in great shape. I picked him up by the arm and dragged him into my throne chamber.

"I... I didn't see..." Sachiel mumbled as I lay him out on the floor. I knew it would take some time for him to adjust. It seemed as if Azazel purposefully scrambled his eggs to get him to my door. It was likely shock from traveling across low vibrational Hell dimensions... and there were few as low as mine.

"Azazel took you and then chewed you up and spit you here, with me," I said. I wasn't comforting him. I knew that I could likely eat him here, now, in this weakened state. It would even make me feel better... even though expanding was one of the things causing me to crumble. It was just another step towards my demise.

"Oh? Adremelech? Is that you?" he wondered as he attempted to reorient himself.

"Yes, surprised to see me?" I asked as I reorganized the throne room. I no longer felt it appropriate. I wanted a background of something less dramatic and personal. Maybe something calming while he adjusted to my vibrations. We were settling our consciousnesses together. It was like establishing a good, clear connection. We had to organize our boundaries. I was not ready to eat him-- yet. However, he still agreed that it would be someday, sometime, that he would become a part of me. We had to reestablish our contracts and agreements, of which he did readily.