Prince of Darkness

Chapter 1: The Beginning

Hey everyone! Long time no speak, eh?

Well since I am about to go to university and I will have little time to write then, I thought I'd better post something before I go.

I wrote this story for probably a year when I was about 15 so it's not going to be as good as Mate Trials, just as a word of warning. Still, I hope you like it all the same.

I shall post the rest of the chapters straight away.

Over to the right is Jessica Szohr who I think Abele McKenzie looks like. Just imagine she has brown eyes instead of grey.

Enjoy!

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Chapter 1: The Beginning

“Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. It has been-” I quickly thought back counting the days, “two weeks since my last confession.”

Father Thomas sat on the other side of the confession box to me, his balding grey hair patchy, and his glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose.

“It is okay my child; tell me what you have done.” His frail voice struck me with the power of God flowing through it, as Father Thomas would say, “I am merely the Lord’s messenger.”

“I disobeyed my foster parents; they told me I could not go to Francis’ party because her parents weren’t going to be there to supervise, but I snuck out of my bedroom window at midnight and went anyway…Also, my mother told me specifically to get at least a C in my maths test otherwise she would ground me so I purposefully made sure I got an F.”

These were pretty crap confessions, but that’s probably more sinful than the majority of people Father Thomas (or any priest) hears in this day and age.

Once upon a time, may be not, people would have been admitting to having sex before marriage, or cheating on their partner with another person (or more than one person), or to stealing something from a friend or shop, or to physically hurting someone purposefully.

But now that everyone is Christian and follows the rules of the Lord, they are all goody-two-shoes. It’s exceedingly rare to hear of anyone stealing something, no one at all murders anyone anymore, no one takes drugs (except this one boy but he soon got caught and hung), etc.

Of course that could have something to do with the fact that punishments are so severe now, like that guy that got hung for taking drugs, and the few who stole were electrocuted in the electric chair.

All this transition took only ten years, it was 2020 and I had witnessed the whole adaptation of every member on planet Earth. It was named The Holy Conversion.

All the criminals in the prisons had been killed ‘humanely’, the prisons were then knocked down and more houses and leisure centres were built on top.

My biological mother who had been unmarried to my father and a prostitute, had been taken away with all the other prostitutes for ‘cleansing’, and then none of them had ever been seen by anyone ever again. But I had never known my mother, so I didn’t really care one way or the other. She had dumped me with my dad the first chance she had received, and she had never looked back since then, so I never felt any desire to meet her or get to know her.

My biological dad had been a drug addict, to heroin no less. But he had always been really good to me…I had cared for my dad. (The only person who had ever had any of my affections, my heart might as well be made from stone.) He had been ‘humanely’ murdered with the lethal injection, but that has changed as well now, it’s a lot more painful, excruciatingly so. But it was supposed to be ironic, because he used to stick needles in his arm all the time.