Grandiosity, what a poisonous element it is. It blinds one to presume he is but a superior man, an existence who shan't even bow to a god, born to reign and deserved whatever he desired. That man too was once its victim. lost his wife and daughters to it. Yet he still lived rotting inside.... till he resolved to end himself.
he emptied his last bottle of vodka and breathed deep. Sluggishly he walked towards the 9mm A1 on his mattress. He had to make it quick thus he put the pistol in his mouth with haste. It tasted like metal and smoke. he walked outside the house to get a one last look (with pistol still in mouth). it didn't deserve to be called a house anymore for it was but a building like any other with doors and windows. There was no more bickering, innocence nor love left inside.
He pulled the trigger in a flow of thoughts. He died, didn't see no light.
"WAKE UP HUMAN, T's TIME" said the women veiled in revealing cloths.
He bit his lips in displeasure for he failed to kill himself. "I failed" said he, dejectedly, and now he was in delusion of some women with horns and sharp teeth, beautiful, though she was.
"YOU DIDN'T FAIL HUMAN, YOU ARE INDEED DEAD" she said.
"Huh... then explain women, WHY THE FUCK AM I STILL DRUNK." he protested and spit on the ground.
"IF YOU WISH I CAN MAKE YOU SOB-"
"SHUT IT" he yelled
"SUCH IMPUDENCE" said her with a bewitching smile and snapped her finger.
He felt the excess warmth from his body leave and his face didn't blush anymore. it was a weird feeling and but now he was sober. As his conscience cleared the surroundings began to sink in. He was inside an ebony room decorated with gold and silver. He felt like he was inside the halls of a sort of pitch black Taj Mahal.
"YOUR NAME IS Rasual Rathod, CORRECT?" she asked
"What of it?" he responded
"Hmm!... DOESN'T MATTER"
He was dead yet there were no void to keep him company. it dejected the man. The women Infront of him wasn't human yet he didn't feel threatened. He had dealt with with worse back on earth and the man wasn't right in the head.
"HUMAN Rathod"
"WHAT?"
"I AM ARCHDEMON Astaroth"
"Nice to make your acquaintance and whatever..." he said and proceeded to sit on the floor with his arms crossed.
"ALRIGHT HUMAN, ANSWER MY QUESTIONS"
"Fine"
"HOW OLD ARE YOU?"
" I'm 53"
"YOUR OCCUPATION?"
"Ex- Police"
"HOW DID YOU DIE?"
"Shot myself"
"WHY?"
"None of your damn business"
"WHAT!?"
"I ain't no snitch women"
"INTERESTING....I LIKE YOU" She meant it.
He replied with a hiss.
"WOULDN'T YOU LIKE TO BE WITH YOUR WIFE.. OOH I BELIEVE YOU HAD 3 DAUGHTERS TOO AN I CA-"
Rathod leaped up and grabbed the archdemon by her horn and pulled her hair. "The fuck you talking about.... my wife's dead. I'll kill you like I'll killed those Basterds you hear" said he with obvious trigger.
The archdemon but smirked at him. He was nothing but the soul of a mortal after all and now she was assured she didn't choose wrong. "HOW ABOUT WE MAKE A DEAL HUMAN"
"Talk" He grunted.
"I CAN GIVE YOU A SECOND CHANCE, I WILL RESET TIME ABOUT AROUND THE TIME OF YOUR 3RD DAUGHTER'S BIRTH AND EVEN SET YOU BACK TO YOUR SANER VERSION BUT IN EXCHANCE YOU WILL HAVE TO BE MY CHAOS AGENT IN ANOTHER WORLD FOR 10000 YEARS FIRST."
"Deal, but ill kill you if you break your promise" he let go of her and sat back on the floor again.
They remained silent for an ephemeral time. Eyes met akin to predators gauging to determine which one of them is prey. After the archdemon had her fun and she cut the tension herself.
"HUMAN RATHOD"
"Hrmmm?"
"BEST WISHES" She said and and stomped her foot thus the ground shook for a few ticks. Inside the ebony room Rathod was consumed by even darker fumes. "The hell!" he said, just before he was consumed by it complete.