Corrupted

*I guess it would be nice of me to warn that this is quite a graphic piece from me, and does contain gore scenes. Reader's discretion is advised ;) *

[WP] You arrived late. Your town is burning, and the invaders have captured you. You, a priest, start the summoning prayer. "No point in summoning pacifist angels now", they laughed, "there's nothing left to defend". However, they forgot to consider, that Lucifer is also an angel.

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For three days and three nights, Amos ran urgently back to his hometown as soon as the foul wind carried the grim news - the Philistine had rampaged through Assyr, his beloved city.

The muscles of his legs were twitching, his feet calloused and bruised, his breath dragged. With all of his might, he prayed to God that his city had not yet been destroyed. With the same mouth he cursed his absence the night the barbarians came through, believing that without him there, God was not with his people.

"No...", he muttered defeated, seeing the burned buildings, citadels to ash, houses to rubbles, temples to ruins.

The distraught priest was so stunned, he did not fight nor struggle when his presence was found and the enemies captured him, binding Amos' limbs with ropes and his mouth with a cloth.

Disgustingly cheering their barbaric acts, the Philistines paraded the priest along the dead city's road, singing their dreadful songs, and chanting their pillaging poems. As for Amos, he cried, unable to bear the sight yet he could not look away from the bodies strewn about his once beloved home.

"Speak your last words, priest", mocked the leader of the savages.

Amos was at a loss for words. His heart was broken, his soul wrenched, and his tears flowed. In this moment of despair, he could not bear to even speak...

With their sick sense of humor, the Philistine general held Amos' throat tight and pulled out his tongue. With his blade, he sliced it.

The sickening crunch was dampened by Amos' muffled screaming, and the crowd laughed even harder.

"Go ahead, priest. Pray to your beloved God!", mocked the crowd.

Hatred began to grow within Amos' heart. His faith wavered, finally.

What kind of God would let this kind of evil be done?

"Call upon your God, priest! No God, no angel could save you now!", the jeering continued.

And Amos snapped. If God and His heavenly customs did not offer a helping hand...then perhaps His opposite would...

Amos could not speak, but the darkness in his heart spoke more volume than any of his words could.

The atmosphere began to change around the men and their laughter stopped. The wind picked up, whirling around them, and electricity filled the air.

"What is this?!", screamed the general but his question was immediately answered as a door to another dimension was opened right in the middle of them.

From the door of light exited a being so foul, a mere sight of him was enough to frighten even these cold barbarians.

Cladded in a black garment, the being was an emaciated man, a skeleton seemingly wrapped in a combination of pale and charred skin. His once golden hair was no more, replaced with metal wires coming in and out of his skull. His once beautiful wings were bound behind his back by rusty chains, crushing them.

His arms were broken, his legs were mangled for he was cast out from Heaven, crashing down onto the deepest pit of the earth. The fire of hell burned his skin. His mouth was sewn shut with black threads for he had blasphemed against his creator, the Heavenly Father.

This was Lucifer, the Fallen One. Angel to some...demon to others.

The Philistines screamed in terror as some tried to flee while some charged the abomination only to be stopped by strands of infernal chains shooting out from the dimension the being came from, wrapping around the men. Their wrists, ankles, necks, and torsos, were all bound so tight until they drew blood.

Amidst the chaos, Amos looked on, not fearfully, instead, a euphoric glee filled his heart. Seeing his revenge enacted, seeing the men who had butchered his people suffered the same, even worse fate filled his heart with joy.

The being seemed to revel in his work as the men were nothing but flayed flesh and blood then. The sound of moaning they made was maddening though it was not for long as they were dragged into the adjacent dimension, this hellish dimension.

As the chaos subsided, there was nobody else there left but Amos and Lucifer.

Amos looked up to his savior and the fallen angel looked down at him.

Both were unable to speak, but a mutual understanding was reached. Amos had made a deal with the devil. In exchange for his soul, vengeance was given.

Though the devil was not without his own sick sense of humor. Lucifer waved his boney arm and more of those hellish chains came out once more, this time reaching every single slain people of Assyr, grabbing their heads, and putting them together like nightmare-filled beads for the fallen priest to carry.

Amos screamed an inhuman yelp as the ends of these chains hooked onto the back of his head, the back of his hands, elbows, back, and ankles. Dooming Amos for an eternal fate of carrying the lives of the people he failed for his tardiness.

Moaning, Amos dragged himself to move as the chain of heads all created a nightmare symphony of painful cries. Lucifer smiled eerily through his sewn lips and welcomed Amos to his domain as one of his many fallen ones.

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THE END.