• I remember when Wolust and I, Damon, escaped. For six years I was locked up and tortured, and Wolust was chained to the wall for five years. My father went crazy when my mother died while she was on a trip to help the economy. When my father’s friend almost walked into the basement we were locked in, drunk as hell. My father didn’t want to go to jail so he tried to kill us. He did kill me, but this is how I came to be so powerful.

    I had once asked, no, begged god to set me free or die. After two years nothing happened, so I remembered stories of people selling their souls, and I converted to Satanist. I didn’t do much at first, but the last year of being locked up I did all I could. I bit my tongue to give blood. Then the event with the friend happened. When his friend left he got out a gun and shot me in the head. I woke up in a warm place, it was nice because the basement was so cold in the winter. A giant with long black hair, which covered his face, and red skin stood there. I knew who he was, the Devil.

    “Raise hell so I shall rise, the angles will die out and we shall rule all”, he said. I nodded my head. “Your weak point is you head, get shot in between the eyes and you die, and you can be brought back through massive sacrifice.” he said and then I woke up back in the basement.

    “What the hell was with your eyes? They where glowing red and I thought you died.” Wolust said
    “I sold my soul.”
    “You a demon or something? Look at your dad, he shot himself.”

    I looked over to where my father was standing before, now he was lying on the ground bleeding from the eye. I bit through my chain and undid Wolust’s. My teeth where sharp and strong, and my tongue could reach the other side of the room, it probably could go further if I tried. Wolust tried to stretch his tongue but he barely managed to touch his nose with it.

    “How did you get yours to do that?” he asked
    “I don’t know. I don’t think I’m fully human anymore, I’m all most immortal.”
    “Almost?”
    “If I get shot in the head where my father shot me, then I die. I can be brought back though massive sacrifice though.”

    I looked at the dead body of my father, happy it was over. No more shall I suffer starvation, or fear, or pain. If I need something it will be given or I shall take it along with their life. “The world is going to fear us Wolust, we are kings now.” I said and we smiled.