Ahmad's POV
"Take care." Was the last word I heard Mom say as she drove off to work.
I slammed the gates shut, my eyes still heavy from the sleepless nights I had recently. I yawned and rubbed the back of my palms on my eyes,hoping to get a clearer view of my surroundings. I checked the time,it was 7:35 AM already.
"Time to take a bath." I whispered and walked briskly into the house.
Awaiting admission into the university was hard, especially when you were the first son and expectations were high. It's been my second year at home since my graduation from high school. Well,I failed the previous years' exams so I guess it's my fault.
Stripping myself of my clothes,I went into the bathroom and cleansed myself,prepared for a new day ahead.
"Fear." I heard and paused.
"Who is that?" I uttered, scared to the bones. It wasn't the first time I'll hear a deep, guttural voice whisper into my head but now I was beginning to experience fear.
Carefully,I closed the bathroom door shut after my bathe and dried my body. In a couple of minutes,I was done clothing myself and jumped on my bed, grabbing my phone.
I dialed my girlfriend's number, hoping we could talk.
Suddenly,my head began to feel light and the room took a shade of red.
"What the hell?" I muttered.
I thought it was imagination at first until I confirmed it,my room was in flames, Red flames.
"No." I muttered, clasping my head between my palms.
"Embrace me." I heard the voice mutter again. Before I could say a word,my eyes closed shut and I embraced darkness, slipping into unconsciousness.
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Omniscient POV
A WEEK AGO
Humans have always believed they were the predators,the top of the food chain. Unknown to them, they are at the bottom of the food chain.
Deep down,on the floors of hell was a young Demon. One that had red,blazing skin,four eyes and a long hair swooshed backwards. Like most Demons, he had a humanoid form, the only thing indicating he was one was his blazing red skin.
Hell necessarily wasn't a land of flames. Rather,it was a dark abyss, which at the bottom,had ground levels. On the first level was a pitch black land that showed no signs of life,save for a few demons roaming around or guarding a portal that led to the other levels of hell.
On the second level of hell was normal land inhabited by demons that lived civilized lives like humans. The only issue was the state of anarchy it was. Well,it's hell,you weren't expecting a beautiful town, were you?
The third, fourth, fifth and sixth levels of hell were lands of lava and flames that served as torture for those swooned by the devil.
The 7th level of hell,being the final one,served as the home for the supreme hell beings such as Lucifer, Mephistopheles,Belial and Lilith with their offsprings.
Hell had been created as a land of torture but Lucifer had turned it into his Kingdom,one that worked as he wished. With the multiple years he had spent as the King of hell, he knew it was time to get a successor. He also wanted to know how it felt to be a deceptive Demon let loose on earth but he couldn't. He was the king,his two most promising children,Azu and Ghazu, somehow didn't want to rule hell.
Azu had ventured off to live as a royal on the second level of hell with his spouse and offsprings while Ghazu was enjoying being the most cunning entity exploring multiple universes.
This had him frustrated until Azazel was fathered by Azu. He saw a powerful king in the child and had raised him to be as evil and more evil than him. Alas,it was all in vain. Azazel's consequent meetings with humans had him curious about them and wanted to live amongst them. Lucifer greatly disagreed and tried all he could to hold the boy back. Unfortunately,he wouldn't stay. He(Lucifer) had made the biggest mistake of raising and teaching him about his abilities.
There was no way he could be stopped without being harmed.
Back to the story,there was Azazel,the young Demon,making his way out of hell. His last encounter with a human named Ahmad made him realize earth was a world of adventures.
He smiled, realizing that leaving hell was an unchangeable decision.
As soon as he got to the round metal platform erected to serve as a gateway out of hell,he smiled and paused, realizing he was being followed.
"It's a good thing you halted." The Demon spoke.
"Leave me alone, Gruet." He warned. The latter laughed.
"Why should I? You're disobeying grandfather." He responded sharply.
Gruet, being Azazel's cousin, was Ghazu's only son. Unlike Azazel,he had the passion for the throne and did all he could to impress his grandfather. Yet Lucifer chose Azazel over him.
"Always licking his ass, yet, you're not the one he chose. Anyways, I'm out of here. See you on earth." Azazel spoke and made to leave.
With accuracy, Gruet shot a ball of smoke at him. Upon contact,it exploded, throwing Azazel off his feet, cloaking everywhere in darkness.
"You can't run." He chuckled, taking fast strides towards him. In the blink of an eye,a red, blazing spear stabbed him in the chest. He stumbled, realizing he had let his guard down. Before he could make a move, a metal fist slammed onto his face, throwing him feet away from the spot. He got up, coughing. He hadn't expected his cousin to battle that fast. He had undermined him for being a lazy person.
"I'm out of here. Hell isn't fun." Azazel laughed and flew towards the gates.
Guarding it were two demons,who upon sighting him, made to restrain him. Before the could move, spikes protruded from their bodies, killing them.
He smiled, leaving the kingdom of Hell.
"Earth, here I come."
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Omniscient POV
DARK REALM
The dark realm was the origin home of Demons. It was a realm created out of Darkness's subconscious, which produced its army for rebellion.
This had been Lucifer's first home after his banishment from Paradise. Eventually after perfecting hell, he left, after wreaking havoc in the dark realm.
The dark realm also hosted powerful beings like Lucifer but the most powerful, named Belzebub, who, having intense hatred for Lucifer, felt he should have been the ruler of hell.
He was seated on his throne, experimenting dark magic when an unfamiliar presence emerged. He grumbled, knowing he didn't ask for company.
"Halt, who dares appear before Lord Belzebub?" The chief commander of his army asked.
He was responded with a dark chuckle, one that made Belzebub's eyes widen.
"It can't be." He muttered, getting up.
"Relax father. I'm not here to cause trouble." The voice calmly replied, revealing himself to be a young man with blue hair.
"Despair." He muttered, a shocking look on his face. He was surprised his son was still alive. The last he heard of him was in a battle with celestials which they had lost. Here his son was, more powerful, with an aura that told him things had changed, Despair wasn't the young, vibrant Demon he once knew.
"My My, your army has levelled up. I must commend you for your dedication. Anyways, *pauses* you should know why I'm here...the prophesy." Despair responded.
"The Prophesy? Is it time?" Belzebub asked with widened eyes.
"Yes, Azazel has left for earth in search of a human Vessel. The Prophesy is coming to pass,I'm excited."
"And when the prophesy comes to pass...hell would be ours."
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FAGBA, LAGOS
It was evening and Deola was just returning from the tuition centre for the country's required exam for University admission (JAMB).
She had just dropped off the cab at the estate's entrance and decided to take the walk home. She felt a cold aura around her and hastened her pace. Normally, the estate was empty but that moment felt odd, she had a terrible feeling about it.
Just as she made the last turn to her home's avenue, she felt something whoosh past her and she fell, face flat.
She raised her head and looked before her. A shadow loomed over her in the form of a hideous monster.
She felt it coming, a death she couldn't avoid.
"Father, forgive me." Were the last words she spoke before her throat got slit by a claw, causing her to bleed to death.
To be continued.......