We passed what I have now dubbed “the Waiting Fields" and it was a Japanese town. There was a sign that was probably translated to Demonese, which said, welcome to Hiroshima
. . .
"In here" the guard shoved me into what looked like a one room schoolhouse. The really small kind. Inside it was ginormous! I couldn’t see the walls it was so huge. In it were weapons. Lots of weapons. Weapons ranging from Stone Age clubs to some newer tanks, planes, and guns.
The guard dragged me to a huge-safe like door that was about two times smaller and thicker than the school house looked from the outside.
“Does this keep bombs out?” I asked as the giant door closed behind us.
“No it’s for keeping bombs in.”
. . .
“This is where we train recruits, but we only get about 100 dǽmons per hour, so it’s a little empty. Good bye!” The guard rushed off.
There were about 200 people in the room all somewhat miserable. Probably because they’re in Hell.
A Hitler-Devil took the large stage in the front of the room.
“Take a seat,” we did. “You are here because one of my clones deemed you fit. You will be a dǽmon. A dǽmon is the real Devil’s agents. You will be sent to kill those who have cheated death, tried to play god or who the Devil doesn’t like. Please hold out your arm so we can administer the Dǽmon serum.” He motioned to the guards standing to the sides.
When they got to me I stuck my arm out and the guard jabbed a needle full of greenish blue liquid into it. It took a few seconds but I began to feel a tingle, then the tingle turned into pain like my skin was trying to rip itself from my body. When most of the pain died down at my arms to see that they were red! There was, not really scales, but jagged plate armor all over my skin. No, it was my skin!
Hitler-Devil took the stage again.
“Life is now a videogame. You have cheat codes.”
