Once upon a time, there was a demon and a saint. The demon embraced his sinful nature,
whilst the saint renounced such yearning and claimed himself be pure. His holy mission was
to prosecute the ones who had been banished from the kingdom of light and love. The
transgressors would be punished, he would see to that indeed. The tale takes place in the
middle ages, in a land ruled by blasphemy and sin. Kings deemed themselves mighty, lords
above the common folk and even God himself. The demon sought out his pleasure in ways
not known to man. In this instance however, he settled for a mere slaughter of the people in
a crowded marketplace.
The wind was blowing softly, carrying the jolly chatter across the town square. In the corner
there sat beggars, pleading for some alms. Across the space was a huddle of children,
watching a puppet play, their eyes filled by awe and lips shaped with joy. There was racket
echoed loudly, of the peoples’ bustle and stir. In the shadows behind a tower, stood the
demon tall and stout.
He remembered the moment, so clearly, even now. His salvation, his rebirth, which he all
owed to his savior. His human life had been spent living as a devout man, as pious and
earnest as any worshipper could ever hope to be. His days were spent praying and fearing
the absolute damnation of his all-seeing lord. And for what purpose, he thought to himself
now. He had been born a sinner, an absolute disgrace of a man. A freak, an anomaly, an
offense to God himself. At least so he had been told. All for being born to love other men. In
his shame, in his desperate need to cleanse himself he tried to purge the filth from his soul
by pleasing the lord with an altruistic mindset and actions. Why he had even bothered was
beyond him now. Despite his efforts, he had been cast aside once arriving at the pearly
gates. He had fallen, damned, to the pits of despair. It was only there he had come to know
true love and faith. He had been saved by Lucifer himself, the only one who had not
condemned him for his ‘unnatural’ inclinations. Sins are natural, he had spoken, indeed they
stem from human urges, and so they all should be embraced. The demon had then been
sworn to do Lucifer’s bidding, for all eternity forward, and that mission he endeavored to
complete. For what could feel better than diminishing the life created by the lord himself.
On this day there were many, he mused to himself, gazing upon the citizens in the plaza. His
ungodly mouth watered, already envisioning the taste. First he would skin them, with his
claws that were razor-sharp. Then he would gouge their guts from their bodies, still
sprawling with life. Then he would devour them, savoring the flavor with every luscious bite.
Arousal enveloped him, and he exhaled long and hard. As he was about to take his steps
towards indulgence, he was stopped by a stench foul and sharp. He snarled and turned
abruptly in shock, searching for its source. In the distance he could spot it, an angel bright
and blinding. Its sickly sweet scent trickled its way through the masses, burning in the
demon’s nostrils like the flames of a pyre.
His body filled with hatred, contempt at the vile thing. So perfect, so pure, yet it was just as
wicked as him. He had been too reckless with his task, he realized at once. He had left too
many traces behind in his previous passionate attacks. At once he retreated to the safety of the
Shade. With nothing but a burning flame left behind him, the demon had withdrawn.
What he had not realize, is that the angel had caught the flame at the corner of his eye and
now set in motion to investigate what might be causing a blaze at a mighty tall tower.
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For the Angel had anticipated that this would happen, he brought a bucket filled to the brim
with holy water blessed by God himself. The Angel would douse him to evaporate the evil