𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 (𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚋𝚞𝚛)

𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚛

The deep chuckle echoed throughout the room, ominously dancing through Wilbur's head like an intrusive thought.

Wilbur rushed to his brother, grabbed his hand, and began sprinting towards the exit.  One of the long wooden benches flew in front of the door, blocking their exit.

"Wilby, what do we do," Tommy asked.

The chuckle was now a full on laugh, the cackling filling their ears like a static ringing.

Wilbur went up the the bench and began trying to move it out of the way.  Pushing, pulling, anything and everything he could think of.  Yet the bench wouldn't move a millimeter.

"Pathetic mortal," the cackling thing laughed.  "I'm not letting you out of here!"

The thing had an accent far different from anyone's in town.  And it's voice wad rough and gravelly, making it seem like whoever was talking should probably drink some water.

"Who- who are you," Tommy stuttered out.

Wilbur's hand quickly covered his younger brother's mouth.  This was not the time to be brave. 

"Me?  Why, I'm the devil," the thing laughed.

All of the benches (save the one blocking the exit) began to hover off the floor as the thing cackled harder. 

"Show yourself pussy," Tommy's muffled voice shouted.

"Tommy!  Don't encourage it," Wilbur whisper shouted.

"Fine.  If you insist," the 'devil' replied to the younger.

All of the benches fell to the ground, making such a loud noise it probably was heard around the world.  Then they all burst into flame, turning the inside of the church into a blazing inferno.

Suddenly they could hear what sounded like hooves hitting the polished floor of the cathedral.

They came ever closer, though Wilbur couldn't see anyone else in there.

Suddenly, the sound stopped.  The person had stopped walking.

"Boo," the voice whispered behind them.

Tommy jumped at least three feet in the air, screaming his lungs out.  Wilbur pulled the boy closer to him to protect him from any danger.

As the devil cackled, Wilbur noticed that the door to the church was wide open.  He quickly grabbed Tommy's hips and threw him out.

Tommy landed face first on the ground in front of the doors, just in time for them to slam shut, trapping Wilbur once again.

"RUN TOMMY!!  DON'T STOP!!  GO TO NIKI'S, FIND TECHNO, AND STAY THERE," Wilbur screamed, praying his brother would hear.

"You mortals truly are pathetic," the devil laughed.  "Why save the runt when you could've saved yourself?"

"He's my brother.  I'd die for him," Wilbur said, trying not to let his voice waver.

He looked at the demon that stood before him, the light from the fires illuminating his entire being.

He had long fluffy ears and an unshaved face, and two sets of horns.  Two that reached towards the heavens, and two at the sides of his head that curled around his ears.  He had hooves instead of feet, and brown fur poked out of the bottom of his pants.

But what was the most odd to Wilbur was that he didn't wear robes or a toga like other celestial being was depicted to have.  No, this... this thing wore a crisp black suit with a blood red tie. 

"Tell me mortal, what is your name," the demon asked.

"I'll never tell you," Wilbur said defiantly.

"Fine then Wilbur.  I guess things are going to be a bit... complicated," it said with a smile.

"How do you know my name," Wilbur asked.

The thing shrugged and began to walk back towards the front.

"Answer me," Wilbur shouted.

Suddenly, Wilbur's back was against the wall and air was refusing to enter his lungs.  His feet dangled above the ground as the demon held him in a chokehold.  The man suddenly became very aware of the demon's claws, which could rip his throat out in an instant.

"Listen here, I don't need to tell you anything," the devil seethed.  "You're just a puny little mortal, who I could tear to shreds in less than a second.  So don't think for an instant that I owe you anything!"

No oxygen entered his airways, Wilbur was suffocating, and his vision began to fade.

The last thing he'd ever see was the haunting eyes of the devil himself.  Bright glowing red with specks of gold strewn about, and elongated pupils.  There was no happiness or compassion, just pure hatred and agony.

Then it dropped him.

Wilbur fell to the floor, his hands instinctively flying up to protect his throat as he gasped again and again, struggling to breathe with the abundance of tainted air. 

Smoke flooded the building, so Wilbur struggled to breathe.  The devil stood before him, staring at the mortal gagging on the floor.

"I'll let you out on one condition," the demon told him.  "Bow to me, and say my name.  Denounce your gods in their own place of worship."

"What- what is- your name," Wilbur stuttered.

He couldn't talk right from the lack of proper oxygen.  He was even struggling to think.

"Jschlatt," the devil replied.

Wilbur stumbled as he tried to bow.  He was struggling to move, all he could think about was air.  His body felt like it was made of stone, and he felt like he was going to die.

"Jschlatt," he muttered.

"Say it louder," the devil commanded.

"Jschlatt," Wilbur said as loud as he could.

He began coughing and sputtering, he needed air.

"Good boy," Jschlatt purred.

He grabbed Wilbur's wrist and gently kissed it, then snapped his fingers.

Then Wilbur blacked out. 

The last thing he could remember was being forced to praise an unholy being, then the devil himself tenderly kissing his arm.