[ Mephy POV ] Life sucks being a demon. Yes, you have all the cool stuff like: wings, super strength, cool clothes, and the controlling of Humans. But, nothing compares to the things you have to do just to please the boss. My name is Mephistopheles, Mephy for short. And I died about 2 year ago. That means I'm still connected to my human side a bit. Killing people just isn't my my favorite piece of the cake. Ya know what I'm sayin? __________________________ Soaring through the clouds, trying to find my next target for the boss. By the way, when I say boss I mean the Devil, he's a jerk by the way. Turns out my target is the future of serial killers. My job here, is to guide him to his destiny and eventually show myself to him and make him pledge allegiance to the Devil. But I have different plans. This guy lives in a major crap hole. His apartment complex has nailed up boards for windows -great surcurity-, rats smoke casually, and the street is filled with trash...some trash browner and wetter than others. With my 'Demon Powers' I turn hollow my outer shell out and passes through the roof smoothly. "Oh g-...I mean, oh gosh..." I hate being a demon. This guy's room is filled up with pictures of women doing in appropriate things. Is...is that a guy...with another guy? Aw man.... A light flashes brightly then a bang comes one millisecond after. Gin shot. I glide over to see what had happened.... "I'm screwed..." I say to myself. The man I was suppose to watch is dead on the floor. I don't see another person. All I see is a gun on the floor and a hole in this serial killer's head. "Bummer...." I look down at him, then looks up at his computer. It's an email. I hover closer to read it. "You're dead man! I know where you live man! 456 Wiltskin Ave, Glenmoore Apts, Apt# 5! Yeah man! I'm on over my way now! You're killed me bro--." It continues on for about two more paragraphs, gushing about how this man or women loved their brother and how sick the serial killer is for what he did. My human side wouldn't even find this crap sad. "I hope you said your prayers, hell isn't as good as the Satanist say it is."
I was about to leave the dead man's room until I felt a presence. "What do you want Zephyr?" There was a evil chuckles coming from the darkest corner of the room, then shark like teeth appeared. "Oh nothing Meph...." Zephyr slid out the shadows like a snake. "It's just that...the Devil know ya messed up." He smiled at me. "Like I give a care..." I glare at him. Zephyr was one of my best friends when I was living, I guess when he died; went to hell and came back again, it made him bitter and enjoy others pain. "Oh but ya do care dontcha?" He snickered then slithered towards me a little. "What were ya about to just a second ago?" "It was like a minute ago, but I was about to report back the mission in a failure." I say and glides away from him a little. "Oh...I thought you were going to leave and tell a lie...." I can feel him stare at me through his thick long hair. "Well then...seems as though I made things awkward." "Yes, very awkward...." I say leaving the room. ______________________________ Hell. Not a fun place. I mean unless you're into that S
[ sorry for double posting, it's not letting me send the rest ]______________________________ Hell. Not a fun place. I mean unless you're into whips and chains stuff, but if you're not it's torture just watching. Since I'm a high ranking officer in the Devil's army, I have to report directly to him. "I have returned...Master...." I spit the last word with disgust. Actually I spitted every word with disgust it's just the Master I totally loath. "You have failed me, Mephistopheles." His deep rumble of a voice said to me. "I know...Master." More spitting. "Since I favor you more than the others you will go freely today, but fail me twice...." He doesn't have to finish that sentence. Ever been whipped by a belt before? Imagine that belt spurting fire and twenty feet long. That what my punishment would have been. "Yes I know." I stand up, bow, then walks out of his 'Lord's' lair. I make it to my room. It's a simple little room. A bed, a bookshelf, a refrigerator, and a mirror. I requested that mirror, just so I can remind myself who made me this way. I walk over to it. My head bent down. I hate seeing my reflection, it brings much pain when I do, but I reminds me of what the Devil took awake from me. I look up and studies my facial features. My skin has turn pale, I have two large horns junting from my head. Small, black, beady eyes stare back at me, and a ugly mouth with stitches to match. All of this send me into a frenzy. I see red and makes the mirror crack with my mind. Another broken mirror that needs to be replaced. "Damn..."
If I knew how to put pics on I would. Haha because I could show you how they look, childish cartoon form (simply drawn)
Mephy's -brief- Past (POV) My life was...simple. Go to school, do my work, come home, and sleep. Sometimes, on the weekend, I would hang out with Zephyr and Cud. Life was great with them around. I could forget about all my worries, ya know? My drunk off of his ass, Dad would usually just come home at around three a.m. everyday, and beat my mom then come into my room and tell me to fight him. I would decline his kind offer, then get my ass beat. It was always the usual punch to the gut, and smack across the face. Oh! Haha and when it ends! I end up getting thrown out of my window, on the second floor. My dad never got the satisfaction of hearing my bones break. But during the weekends...it was fun hiding away at Zephyr's house. Cud, his little Autistic brother, would always be a joy to watch. I would play Power Rangers with him. Zephyr wasn't always the sadistic weirdo you saw. He was actually nice and quiet. I guess he was pretty good looking, because he always had a different girl under his arms. He's lucky the Devil didn't take away his good looks, he just swapped personalities. I remember the day that I died. But I wasn't alone when I died. Zephyr, Cud, some sorry bystanders, and I all died the same way on the same day. Engulfed in hot lava. Yeah, hot lava! Can you believe that! It wasn't even a quick death! It was slow, hot, with searing pain. Guess the Devil is a sadist too. I didn't always look like a pale patato with horns and eyes. I guess you could say I was pretty handsome. I had a full head of hair that stopped to my shoulder, a small mustache, and regular human eyes. Who would've guessed. I wasn't muscluar or skinny, guess you could say I had a athletic body. I was around the six foot area in height. I died on October 31st, 2010. Cause of death: hot lava. Murderer: the Devil. Location: Los Angeles, California. Only thing I don't regret about dying, is that the Devil took out that stupid Sham-Wow guy.