As he tried to break free, the chair he was bound to scraped against the cold concrete floor. He was met with a loud echo, followed by the sound of a switch being flipped. Light shone through his blindfold.

Stairs creaked and footsteps echoed. Someone was near him, typing on a keyboard. The faint smell of bleach wafted off them.

Silence.

Then, a rumbling chainsaw growled.

I was born on the sixth month of the sixth day and have lived now, sixty-six centuries.

I have gone through countless love affairs, and witnessed excruciating deaths caused by me.

The blood flowing through my veins is of my father, the Devil himself, and I pass his legacy on those I come in contact with.

Be aware, you will be next ... soon. Very soon.

It was an accident. Who knew the lamp was important to Mom? I was just going ot clean up the glass before she got home, but then I saw the teeth. About seventeen of them. I wanted to ask but all of the teeth had initials and numbers on them. I was going to ask but Mom came home, with a bloody tooth in her hand.

The scratch of chalkboards awoke me to a deafening darkness.

My eyes saw nothing as my ears met a cacaphony of terror.

Thousands of whispers and the shrieks and shrills of the damned scoured my psyche.

I could not escape this scandelously tormenting hell, nor could I recall events prior.

In this moment I was consumed, slave to my inner demons.

This cell had no door.

Between the dark events of the blind night,

the languished lamp lights the alley looking to cure loneliness.

Drowning over the dreary dumpster, diving into its own depression,

flaring into the frigid fence, finding itself before it freezes,

shining into the scrawny staircase, who shrieks at every step

even hugging the hissing hydrant, hungry for remnants of hope.

But alas, they could make sounds, not speak.

The Devil’s son died, on his birthday, June sixth, two thousand six, he was six years old. The only problem is, he didn’t stay dead. Now, he can feel the power growing inside him. His eighteenth birthday is fast approaching. He sent out the invitations. All the important people in his life will come. After he massacres them, the power will be his. His father promised.