I remember the day it happened all too well.
It was a cool Saturday in August and we were at peace in our home. The war had not yet spread to our area yet, but protests and panic was ensuing in other places. They spoke of it on the news, the terrors ensuing as the government and the average man tried to fend off this encroaching behemoth of a legion. It was scary, sure, but they told us not to panic and we didn't. We had hope that we could recover from this and defend ourselves from this unknown.
Oh how arrogant we were to ever think that.
This day in particular, I was in the back yard, playing on the swings that my father had set up for me. My mother was inside, cooking us lunch while my father was by her side annoying her just for the point of annoying her. He seemed to do that a lot. She always smiled about it afterwards.
It was a good day.
The world felt at peace, the wind blowing in the trees and rustling the leaves. The muffled sounds of cars passing by. The warmth of the sun on my face. It was the calm before the storm.
I remember the sound of laughter next door, along with a scream. It scared me. I ran inside, not expecting the horrors that were soon to ensue.
They hit my town, my home much sooner than anyone had expected. They knew they had already won, we just didn't know that yet. Every world leader, every last one of them, had been killed an hour ago. There was nothing left. No order. They had control of the world in a snap of their fingers. They were practically toying with us at this point. Child's play.
Once inside, the truth was revealed.
My parents had now moved from the kitchen, standing behind the green couch and staring with fear at the TV in front of them. As soon as I came in, they quickly pulled me to stand with them, as if they already felt the need to protect me.
On the TV, A man sat at an oak desk with his hands clasped, wearing a white suit that practically glowed compared to the gray complexion his skin held. His eyes were a deep onyx. He looked cocky, a small smirk residing on his lips as he sighed out slowly.
"Hello. If you are seeing this, that means that today, the demon race will be...taking control." The scary man chuckled lightly. "More specifically, I will be taking control."
You know me by many names. Lucifer, Satan, the Devil..." his chuckle rings out, his eyes closing pleasantly. "But you may call me what I am. Dark." The screen glitches, the desk disappearing from in front of him as he now stands before the screen, his hands pulled behind his back.
"For too long, we have been hidden in plain sight. An eternity, it would seem, being looked at as a supernatural joke you tell each other to fear your divine god. And you humans, with your greed, have torn a force of evil. You are the dark and cruel ones."
He slowly starts to walk, his onyx eyes filled with distain and unpleasant cockiness. "Today is the day where everything changes. I am your god now. And Now we are the most powerful beings to have control. " As the phrase flows out of him, the world glitches around him, a spectrum of colors flashing around him frighteningly.
He chuckles again, reappearing at the desk, now sitting behind it again as he stares into the camera.
"Arcum ad Regem et Memento Mori"
The tv flashes off.
Which opens the dams to hell.
A banging at the door shook my parents out of their shocked like stare, shaking them to look at me and panic. "(Y/n), you have to hide, okay? Quickly."
