Kari's Drabbles

Doors to Hell

  He knew it was time to go home, but he hadn't been home for ages. Yet he knew that once he was back on his fiery throne that they creatures would bow before him. He just had to get past the millions of people waiting at his gates. 

The iron looked rusted and faded. But it was supposed to look that way. That's the way he had designed his door. The fence was miles long, stretching on forever, and his castle waited for him on the other side, the lava flowing around it. The gargoyles seemed to look at him, whispering his name and welcoming him back. The gates were hot, but that was what it was like in Hell...hot. He was used to it, and so were his followers. He neared the gate, though it seemed miles away along his burning road. The doors of the gate were sharp and pointed, keeping the damned out until he opened them.

The metal was contorted into delicate swirls that had sharp points. The Top had bats waiting on it, glaring at the people below, and awaiting their master. The gates burned those who touched them to a crisp, and sometimes, if the people stepped wrong, they would fall into a pit of lava or be mauled by various creatures of the Underworld. But all had to pay homage to him as he came to unlock the gates. And once past the gates, the traps were infinite, as were the creatures who stirred from their slumber. He slowly moved toward the castle, indulging himself in the scent of blood, decay, death, and burning flesh. 

Most of the millions that had followed him past the gates, did not make it past the traps and the creatures' jaws. They stared at him in wonder, avoiding the lava moat around the castle. Once they made it there, he smiled. He took his hands out of his pockets, as his human form dissolved, and he became his true self. His wings were the black of night, as was his hair. He was deathly pale, and his eyes were blood red. His hands weren't hands at all, but sharp claws. His teeth were as sharp as knives, and longed for the blood of the damned.

He looked up at the gargoyles, and they looked at him wordlessly, as he looked at the door of his castle. It looked as if it were on fire. The cement did not melt, and the castle kept standing. The doors were pure black, and had runes in them, but not the runes like those of God. They told of death, blood, destruction, and terror. They were spiked, and if someone touched them other than him, they died on contact. He whistled, and the doors of the castle opened. He turned to the people who had survived after following him. 

"Welcome to Hell."

He left them in their miseries. He sat on his throne, looking above him, wondering who would come next to him. A loyal creature came to him. He looked at her. "Hello my love." he said, his voice sweet like candy....candy dipped in poison. She smiled at him, her teeth sharp.

"Welcome home...Lucifer."