Prince of Hell {1}

Scarecrow

It was very late at night as I waved my hand at my college friends. We had an exam tomorrow and even though I'm the type of student to have all A's, I was still extremely nervous for this exam. This was an enormous exam. So, we all went to the library for some late-night studying. I just hope I do good tomorrow or I might die. We had such a great time with each other we didn't realize it was around 12 o'clock. I mean, we are friends after all, we eventually all got bored and started playing around. So, I decided to walk back to the college dorm rooms.  I had to be up and early for this exam. I didn't want to be so tired that I can barely open my eyes. The library was far away, but there's nothing wrong with a late-night workout... aka me walking for a long, long time. There was this shortcut that I surprisingly have never seen before. Little did I know, I was walking down an extremely dangerous part of town that no one like meever enters.

"Hey kid!" I heard from behind me. I didn't bother turning around, because why would anyone herecall me and how would they know me. So, I just kept walking down the street.

"Hey, retard. I'm talking to you!" I heard the man say again. I gulped out of nervousness and hesitantly turned around. I never stopped walking though. I turn around to not only see one man but a group of grown-looking men looking at me like I'm prey or like I'm a diamond. I quickly turned around and speeded up. I was sweating nervously now. I heard a bunch of footsteps walking faster to me as well. I gulped as I slowly turned around to look at them and see them right on my tail. I turned back around and started sprinting.

I was extremely nervous and horrified. I silently cursed myself for walking down here. I now started to hate shortcuts. I heard the footsteps and they were heavier and faster now. I started to tear up.

"Dear God, please get me out of this!" I cried. I didn't want to be raped or anything. I was crying and tearing up as I saw a corner. I turned down the corner and ran down an alley. No. No. No. No, no, no, no, no. Why? Why in the hell did it have to be a dead end. Who the hell would even build this? What was even the point of alleys that closed. I turned back around, planning to try and run, thinking maybe they might not be that close yet. But my luck ran out as six men stood at the entrance of the alleyway. As they walked closer to me, I pleaded them to leave me alone.

I didn't wanna be raped. I didn't wanna be sold. I didn't wanna be killed or whatever thesetypes of men do. I cried even harder as four of them took out knives and the other two of them pulled out a gun. No, no, no. Why did this have to happen to me? I didn't even have a girlfriend yet. I didn't get to travel the world yet. I haven't seen my dad in an entire year. I didn't get to see my brother one last time and thank him. I didn't get to start my life. I didn't get to have my dream house and dream career. I was crying so hard. God, please can you save me. What did I ever do to deserve this...

From that night the last thing Matthew Pierce had seen was crimson red and six men kicking his corpse around and taking expensive things off his body like money, his watch, his necklace and the most important thing... his life. Now, may his spirit rest in peace in Heaven thanks to the Reaper.

*Malthas' POV*

Black smoke arose and slithered its way down the throat of a stabbed and bruised corpse in a dark alley with one gunshot between his eyes. The black smoke was me. My old meatsuit was getting old and disgusting... I guess it was about that time I left it. This vessel... it felt just right and the things it's been through... I can almost relate. Once I settle in, I force the eyes open and feel the stab and gun wounds close and all the wounds and bruises heal and disappear.

I focus and really look through the memories of my poor meat suit as I slowly get up. The feeling when a toddler stands up for the first time starts to rise down to my legs as my legs wobble a tiny bit, but I ignore it and stand up straight anyways. The six men that ended the life of my meat suit coming to mind. There was nothing like sweet revenge, even though the soul of this body was gone, so he wouldn't be able to witness me doing bad things, it still felt right. Unlike those feathery douchebags, us demons didn't have to ask permission and the bodies we possessed didn't limit to vessels having to be alive.