Hell, is my home. My one and only home and there are a few things
you may need to grasp about it before I tell you my story.
With the knowledge that we live on the cons of life rather than
the pros and are only concerned about the cons, as the pros, in
our eyes, are infact the cons and that we also concern the pros
to be cons it is more than complicated and much more than a
little confusing. But, you must remeber, the only aspect of the
cons which we do not consider a pro is death. The place where
there is nothing else for us, nothing left worth saving of us. Of
course I knew from the very day I was born being an incarnate of
the devil would never be easy. There are many parts of 'Mr D' as
I call Him or 'Big Danny Boy' as Gaz does. Each part is
represented by an incarnate, though there are millions of
incarnates. Millions of us. On the night of which humans may
consider as Halloween, which we know as temet nosce
conventus which is latin for know thyself and come
together, is the night when we doexactly that...come
together. Join as one. Become what we were born from and were
born to be.
The incarnates - and that is including me in this equation, as of
course I am one - never live forever. The alarming fact is
though, we could! There is one little piece to that authentic
puzzel, one missing number to the equation, one minute, innocent,
completely irrelevant yet completely relevant word which fits
within the sentence of our forever. Our lives. Our eternity.
The beings who speak the truth of, and within, lies, Hate to love
but Love to Hate, kill to live but live to kill. Like North and
South, two opposites which attract in the most contradicting ways
and situations. You still manage to bring us down whenever you
are and even when you are not down yourself. Your lives, so
undeniably complex yet so easily desiphered.
How do you do it? How do you live so innocently? How can you end
our lives when we could have lived forever? Why do you kill us
for falling for you?
Chapter 1 - Mik
I could never understand or properly recall the reason why my
whole life revolved around whether I was about to die. I could
never understand why anyone would give up all this just to be
with an insignificant human, though, apparently this was how it
began. When you begin to consider a life with one of them or more
relevantly without. I let the wind wip the short, shaggy, black
cut of my hair. Running my fingers through it my mind began to
wonder away from the gleaming white balcony I was looking out
from. I gazed thoughtlessly to begin with, out at the grass-less
field. I watched the occasional flame rising from the dusty,
deserted ground, a humid gust of wind then blowing it out again
and that was the only sign of any life here. I would never wish
to be anywhere else though. This was my place. My home. My only
My thoughts began to build a picture in my head as if I was
remembering a memory I had never experienced. The more my mind
drifted away from the scene my eyes were watching to the one in
my mind the more my mind fell out of focus, the more I began to
sway dizzily. The scene from my eyes and the one from my mind
clashing like the sea to the side of a cliff both attempting to
overpower eachother. Both of them trying to show me something the
other didn't want me to see. For a second it felt like they were
working together, as if they were comparing the two scenes in my
head and trying to show me something between them. Comparing the
impossible. Hell and Earth.
In my head I was in a town, an old town, an old medival town. It
was night time. The musty air was thick and humid and stuck in my
lungs. I felt so out of place. My eyes then took over and I was
looking from my balcony once again. The bright full moon and the
smoky air. The crackling flames and breathing in the dust so
vigorously, suddenly out of breath, that I almost choked. It all
became to much, though, then. The flashing between those two
scenes became quicker and quicker until it was only flickering
and everything around me became so blurry and I panicked.
Completely helpless. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't hold on.
Just before my head collided with the putifying wooden boards,
which, I had spent so long wondering what I would find if I
looked out from them, I glimpsed something as if I was seeing a
vision of the future but that could never happen my future wasn't
fixed, I never knew what was to come. I glimpsed a face, a girl
the most beautiful I had ever seen. Her thick golden locks, her
high cheek bones, full, scarlet lips turning up in a half smile
as if she saw me too and her eyes as black, as consuming, as
hypnotising, as beautiful as the midnight sky. So dark you could
barely see the pupils. They twinkled knowingly like the stars, as
if she understood something I didn't. This one girl who would now
forever be engraved into a part of my brain of which no one in
this eternity could have touched but her (what the hell?) and
even though I'd only seen that one image it felt as if I had
known her my whole life. Strange. Perfectly Mysterious.
Her midnight eyes.
My midnight girl.
It took me a while to gain full consciousness. My head spun,
still aching from the blow. The occurrences and memories of
yesterday flooded back to me; a tidal wave of thoughts which had
been completely wiped from my mind crashing into me; many pieces
of a dismally complex puzzle fitting back into their rightful
places. I gazed up at the full moon, the soothing, deep howl of
wolves and the screeching cry of the werewolves; their distinct
calling so similar yet so very different. In the blissful
distance, a crackling and spitting of open flames (so
stereotypical). The sounds of hell.
I tried everything to forget that girl's beauty, tried to
remember every intrepid moment that had brought out my hidden
emotions which no other times could have. My Nanna closing her
eyes for the final time and her body going limp in my arms; the
sweet, exhilirating pain of being drowned in fire; the shot of
heat of my first joining, my first ever temet nosce conventus,
but nothing could push it away. Nothing. I could not understand
why I would want to forget her though. Her beauty was incredible.
The best way to describe it would be hypnotising. Hypnotising?
That was why. I was scared because I knew what was happening to
me. My life was coming to an end.
I needed protection (No not like that. And, yes. We do know about
the world of that sort of stuff...)
"The amulet", I whispered to myself. I had never had to use it
before. Nanna had always said to keep it a secret between us and
to never come in contact with it unless absolutely neccessary.
But now it was absolutely and utterly neccessary. I hurried back
inside my room tripping over something invisible as I trekked
over towards the glowing violet light. Just as my eyes had
ajusted to the darkness they had to re-ajust as when I
approached, the light began to blaze blindingly bright. It knew I
was going to finally use it. I don't know how, but it did. I had
to look away from it. Not so much because of the light but it's
aura that, that light gave off. Too good. Too much good was
involved with it. Nanna had warned me and I had never forgotten.
I staggered towards the well, of which held the amulet. The well,
which sits precisely to the north of the room and held that of my
most sacred belongings. Many minor, frivolous humans considered
an amulet a defence against evil, though what they do not seem to
consider is that it might be the complete opposite. Stupid. As
they are so foolish to believe so they don't know or seem to
understand that actually, it's more of an invitation to evil.
They're allowing darkness an open passage to their soul. All the
better for us. That never seems to frighten you does it? Never
seems to drive you away. Infact the complete opposite! As if you
enjoy the pain and torture. As if you are closer to our kind more
than we once believed. My mind skittered away from the thought
almost instantly. I would never consider that again.
Though what it held was over-flowing with impulsive power the
well itself was not spectacular, but there was no doubt that it
was ancient. It's bricks were chipped and mouldy; the metal,
framing the inner circle was brown and rusted; even the wood of
the frame - which I thought must once have held a wooden bucket -
didn't look as if it could hold much longer and yet all the while
it gave off such a mysterious aura. So incredible. Even though I
could detect it's ancient darkness and though I had lived with it
sat in my room my whole lifetime; it somehow was able to still
guide me towards it. As an incarnate of evil itself I knew for as
long as I exised I would be drawn to any kind of power. It's how
we eventually perish, through being allowed too much of it.
Once in arms reach, I caught myself on the cold stone, incapable
of holding myself up any longer.
"Hell. Am I just gonna, perish now or something?" I mumbled -
evidently confused about what I was suppose to do next - probably
The blinding purple glow, from what I presumed was the crystal
engraved into the centre of the circular amulet, dimmed ever so
slightly the closer I came. As if it could sense that I was
bearly hanging on and that the light was just killing me even
I let my hand sink below the surface of the warm water, leaning
further and further in. Reaching for it. Almost yearning for it
for some odd reason. As my fingertips found it's warm, almost
pulsing surface, a surge of electricity shot up my arm and
straight to my head making me even more disorientated than I was.
The room pitched and rolled around me; my stomach churned. Once
again catching myself on the cool stone of the well, I pulled
myself up and without letting go of it once lifted the blazing
amulet from within the depths of the black water where it came
from. Releasing from it's emtombing bed for the first time in
I stood there, like that. Staring at ancient power personified
sitting innocently in my left hand palm and leaning against the
well with my right. The longer I stared the more I began to see.
The more I began to feel.
Surrounding the purple diamond were ancient symbols printed onto
the gold plate, proof that there was far more to it's radiant
beauty than meets the eye. I could feel it's pulse; a living
heart beating in harmony with mine as if I were born to possess
it and it were made for me too. The chain of which it hung from
was slender and just as golden as the amulet itself. Probably
holding the same amount of carrots (looks can be decieving!) I
was too frightened to hold it by the neclace incase it snapped. I
did not look as if it could hold the weight that hung from it so
i let that chain flow between my finger instead almost like
liquid gold. It felt like silk.
Letting go of what had been holding me up, the well, I un-hooked
the chain so that I held each end with forefinger and thumb of
each hand. Then clipped it back together behind my neck. It
didn't feel weird to be wearing a neclace considering I was a
guy! I shivered with delight then took one look at my reflection
in the now misty waters of the bold structure where this neclace
was placed at it's birth. I could not see alot as the more I
looked into it, the cloudier the water became. I felt somewhat
guilty for taking it as if I was taking away something special
that wasn't mine to take. Like taking sweets from a baby. I
stared at my face briefly. I could just make out that my hair
hadn't changed but my scarlet eyes seemed to blaze much more than
usual. Just my imagination. Isn't it?
Enough. I'd had enough by then. All my energy drained and my
sanity disintigrating fast I dragged my feet towards my bed.
Clambering on to it, I gave into the desperate pulling of the
sub-conscious state, peace.
It would have been just sleep if it wasn't for her face which
lingered infront of my closed eyelids and Changed everything.