Perfect Evil

The Notebook

Dear Malum

As you are the leader of all us Angels, I assumed it would be polite to write this notebook as if I was addressing you. Do not mistake this for a diary. The diary itself is a pointless object, filled with random worthless junk. Parts of everyday human life that is pointless and uninteresting, just like humans themselves. As I have experianced on this dull planet. Much less interesting compared to our home planet Locum Sceleratum, they think that pain and torture are bad things. It sickens me, some of the beliefs they have. They cannot understand the real meaning behind pain.

This book is and will be a somewhat formal notebook containing every detail of my incredibly exciting life. This will be useful for me in future years. Should I end up forgetting everything I must know. That is however, highly unlikely. But I assumed it would be a good idea, so I could relive my experiances. Through writing about them.

Before I was chosen to be one of the few that would become Fallen Angels. I had a surprisingly uninteresting life. I spent most of my time with friends and family. Just being relaxed and generally a lax member of society. When I turned 15, I knew my time had come. i wanted to travel. To be more than just a supervisor or torturer for the undead creatures.

The only form of work back in my home planet was too spend your days in the fiery depths and torture the creatures from many planets that had "died". They were in fact, teleported or taken to our planet as soon as the fatal blow was unleashed. They would face more torture here than anywhere else. Many planets had connections running to us. To form a connection we would send an Angel to observe and make a judgement. The undead creatures were brought here to be tortured and savaged to fulfill our murderous needs. Then, when we had satisfyed that craving, we would extract the souls and consume them as a type of "food".

It was just the way we worked. Some planets knew of us. But they could do absolutely nothing to save themselves. Something that has always amused me.

I had wished to become a Fallen Angel. It would be an immense honor. Luckily I was chosen. They sent me too the most difficult and confusing planet of all. Little did they know that not only was I going to set up a connection, I was going to rule over it one day.

I arrived when it was barely new. Observing for a few thousand years before making an impression. This world needed to be controlled, I was the perfect person for that job. I can achieve anything. I will achieve everything.