It was about night time when I had written down many different phrases in the demonic language. My head was hurting from converting the regular alphabet into the demonic one. Once I had felt that I had enough practice I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes. I fell asleep so fast that I had a certain dream that will haunt me forever. In the dream I was standing in a dark corner with nothing around me but blackness. There was no source of light anywhere to be seen. Then all of a sudden I heard a loud thump that echoed around me. I jumped in fear for I didn't know where it had come from. Then all of a sudden it started to get hot. I could feel myself sweating from every porous. All of a sudden I saw a bright light in the distance. I slowly walked towards it but it felt like that I had weights on my feet. It was hard to move so I basically had to drag my feet to the light. The heat was getting hotter and hotter as I was getting closer to the light. Then I saw it. It was a horrible sight that I saw. I saw fire everywhere. Magma was flowing down from the mountains that were in the distance. Then I saw this creature that was flying around the area. It screeched a horrible sound that hurt my ears. I covered them so I didn't have to hear it. Then I saw it. There was a castle that stood about fifty feet high. I could see a figure standing at the door of the castle. I could feel myself go limp at the sight of the figure. They say in the catholic scripture that the devil is a large red man with a pitchfork and tail but I knew that wasn't true because I saw him with my own eyes. He was a tall man with a beard that went from his face to his stomach. He didn't have any horns that I could see. He surely didn't have a pitchfork in his hand but snakes that slithered around his body from head to toe. From here I was standing I could see his eyes. His horrible black lifeless eyes. He surveyed the area with a smile then, he saw me. I froze with fright and didn't know what I could do. I blinked and then I saw that he was right in front of me. I screamed as he reached his hand for my throat. He grabbed it and once he did I felt a burning sensation flowing right through me. It hurt me to the point that I had small tears flowing down from my eyes. He squeezed my throat to the point that I was gasping for air. I could feel my body shaking and heard a voice that sounded familiar. It was Giovanni's voice. He spoke in the demonic language but I couldn't understand him at all. Then I heard him speak plain English. He was yelling at me for about a minute.
"Marcus! Marcus wake up!"
I was still screaming as he was shaking me. I opened my eyes to look around me and I saw the building that I was staying in. I saw Giovanni look at me with his hands still on me. I slowly relaxed my body but I was still scared beyond belief.
"Marcus, are you okay?"
I looked at him and nodded at him.
"I had a bad dream that I was in hell. I saw what looked like the devil in my dream."
He looked at me and nodded then placedhis hands on my head. I felt relaxed after he did that. My body wasn't astensed as it was. I slouched in my chair and sighed. Once Giovanni wasconvinced that I was okay he took his hand off of me. I didn't feel scaredanymore but I knew that dream would stay with me forever.
