• Prologue

    "Come on kiddies wake up."A splash of cold water hits you in the face. "Oh look, the first one woke up." You open your eyes to see a Man standing before you holding a gun. "I like this one, its got a pretty face."The man smiles at you, and turns around as if to walk away, but doesn't. With a quick spin he turns and delivers a punch into your jaw. You can feel the taste of blood in your mouth, and the twitching of your chin. The man picks up your head to look at him, and his smile now gone. "A pretty face can be ruined with a quick scar." The man pushes you down to your side, only causing insult to injury.

    You looked over to side of you, and the sight terrifies you. There are twelve of you lined up in a row, executioner style. On your right you hear a faint sound, Who are you?" It was a woman, scared, crying. this only fuels the anger dwelling inside of you. The man walks over to the woman, and crouches in front of her. He picks up her chin, and with a smile answers. "I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you." The smile faded, and he stood back up. With a quick laugh he turned around and faced all of his captives. "Oh yeah, thats right, you're all already dead." He turned his gaze back to the woman. "I'll give you a hint, i'm the bad guy in the most famous book ever." The man tapped the gun to his head. "I'll make you a deal, say my name, and you can go free."

    The woman thought for a moment, then started crying more deeply, and with a faint breath, said her last words. "The devil." She cried one more tear, the last tear of her life.

    The woman died with a hole the size of a bullet in her chest.

    "THATS NOT MY NAME!" The man yelled at the corpse. He calmed down for a second, but the damage was done, and the atmosphere turned to terror as the others finally understood the severity of the situation. "You're people, you hopeless people gave me that name. You gave me names like Diablo, Devil, The horned one." An evil smile formed on his lips. "What did I do, I didn't want to bow to some lowly creatures like you." He pointed the gun at another person, and ended their life. "When they wrote about me, they didn't tell the whole story, they didn't tell you about how much I loved my family." He wagged the gun in the air, and pointed at another victim. "They dawdled about how much i loved my father, but they didn't cover the entire story." The anger rose again, and another life ended.

    "Its your pitiful rodents fault that i can't go home." He took the life of two more. He reaches you, and he asks you the question. "I bet you know my name now." The gun is pointed at your head, and you answer him, knowing that these words will be your last. "Correct, Lucifer." You wait for the Devil to pull the trigger.