I, Devil (a love story)

Chapter Twenty Nine: Adramelech

The idea of tracking down Vassago wasn't too daunting. I already had a number of wires in the machine looking for him, hunting him down. Parts of Vassago's consciousness were spread out. I could feel the demon's signature through the strands of time. It seemed random at first. The creature was so spread out, across multiple dimensions. Vassago was extremely versatile, sometimes acting in the guise of a man, woman, or child. Vassago was designed as a trickster. Its identity was always veiled. From what I could tell there was only one constant in Vassago-- only one pattern. It was a strong variation from demon's usual coding. Vassago was programmed with one directive: to be loyal to Meresin.

Demons were not loyal. Demons were destructive. I should know. I've created hundreds, maybe hundreds of thousands of demons. Mostly, they were cast-off residue energy from consuming. Demons were made of shit. They were what was left after I consumed the personality and information from a soul. Vassago was made of shit. Vassago was molded, smoothed, and rolled from shit. It was excrement with purpose. That wasn't something I normally did myself, but I wasn't dealing with what I did as Satan. This was my brother, a personality that I didn't really know or fully understand very well.

It was hard to make a demon focus. They were made of fragmented consciousness and information nobody wants. Their thinking was absolute. They can't create anything. Everything is final-- they live in a dimension of shit. They desire to destroy every material thing they cross. Any scrap of God, the Universe, or usefulness has been sucked out of them until they are as dry as stones. They exist only to spread chaos and negativity.

It is as if demons have cobbled together operating systems, their brains are barely functional. That is why it is so impressive to me that Meresin managed to create anything of value. That is why, as I keep telling Sachiel, we maybe ought not to underestimate our brother Meresin very much, and we ought to approach Vassago with caution. How he manage to create a demon with any sense of loyalty is... quite frankly miraculous since they are so unpredictable in behavior.

"What are we going to do with Vassago once we catch it?" asked Sachiel.

"I've summoned it and spoke to it before. Demanding answers from that little shit doesn't do anything. The thing is too loyal, somehow. We'll have to torture it until it provides answers. We will torture the demon."

I didn't stop to listen to any feedback or suggestions Sachiel had. I knew that he simply didn't have any. I compartmentalized Sachiel, moving him to a place in my brain set for useless objects. Sachiel was already a part of myself, I knew. It was just a matter of time before I consumed him. So, when I spoke to him, it was no different than having a conversation with myself.

Sachiel dutifully followed along as I summoned Vassago. He followed directions when commanded. I was almost excited to see Vassago again, if only to behold his resemblance to Azazel and then proceed to unleash great bodily harm. Sachiel poured salt on the floor of the office in the shape of a circle, creating a portal for the demon to arrive. Vassago would then be trapped in the circle, unable to leave until dismissed.

Truth be told, I have not specifically ever tortured a demon. There isn't reason to. If a demon displeases me in some manner (which is to be expected as they are complete and utter garbage creatures) then they are corrected, disassembled, or destroyed. Torture was a device reserved for human entities.

Vassago arrived so quickly that Sachiel and I barely finished the summoning ritual. The demon stood in the center of the room with a broad smile on his face. He had chosen a masculine avatar that mostly resembled Azazel, much like before. He was tall and lanky with curly ginger hair and an aquiline face. He didn't look exactly like Azazel, but rather like his cousin or close relative. The sparkle in Vassago's burnt honey colored eyes seemed more unstable than Azazel's more calculated look.