There I was, just another jobless man walking aimlessly along the crowded streets filled with all sorts of life and strife. Seeking what I do not know but walking onwards am I seemingly trying to drown myself in the sea of humanity…humanity…inhumanity would be a much better word to describe what we are today…the inhumans!

Looking at things around me with a lazy gaze I try in vain not to notice the sad plight of those around me talking on their cell phones with laptop in hand bumping into shoulders of even more people doing the same…is this what we are meant to be doing? If yes then why are we not happy and if (I shudder) not then who have we angered and when will come the day of reckoning for all of us who strayed onto paths never meant to be walked upon while deserting the chosen path.

The chosen path of good and evil while poles apart in their similarities are interweaving with shocking rapidness in these days and I cant help but be afraid.

Thunder strikes, as a loud boom echoes through the skies onto realms below and I cover my ears to save them from the deafening pain. As the roar subsides I lift my gaze onto skies that were but blue moments back, and darkness is all there is to see now.

Lightning flashes, ripping through the darkness like a sword cutting through mortal flesh and envelops the world in an eerie glow. Making us all look like zombies, reminding me of a Wes Craven movie.

The cell phone talkers have all but stopped talking and suddenly everything becomes so silent I can hear an ant walking over a dead leaf.

Curiosity overcomes purpose and everyone pauses to wonder just what it is that is going on and they look at each others faces hoping to get answers…with none forthcoming a feeling of dread and impending doom fills the air stifling me and I realize the day I hoped would not dawn had dawned indeed.

I fall down to my knees and pray for mercy…I pray to the one wearing the thorn crown for forgiveness and I pray for salvation…for it is the day…the day of reckoning for all mankind!

I get up and run wild, pushing through the crowd amidst angry glares and curses…I run…I run hoping to escape from the evil that is on its way to reap our sinful souls…I run wanting to get away from the massacre that I know will soon happen for if the prophecies are true then mankind is doomed today…

”the clear blue skies shall be as night and thunder shall strike fear in the hearts of men and lightning shall herald the arrival of the dark lord the ultimate warrior the warlord of blood the wielder of the infernal sword ‘bloodlust’…the DemonKnight! That day shall be mankind’s last breath on mortal realm as the skies shall rain fire and the seas shall be of blood as all sinners are slain by the burning armies of hell as they slaughter all mortals and the DemonKnight shall stand tall amidst a pile of cadavers and a river of flesh and blood”

Hearing that makes me run all the more faster…why do I run? I don’t know…all I know is that when He comes no matter where I hide or how fast I run it is pointless for His gaze is all seeing and His sword is never forgiving…but still I run like the coward I am…I run for my own worthless pitiful life…

Then with a roar that stops the heart, He breaks through the dark clouds on Cerberus the Hound of Hell, with the undead horde behind Him, one scarier than the next…my feet freeze and in awe do I stand dreading mankind’s judgment day.

Tall as the clouds and strong as the mountains He stands and roars:

“Filthy mortals the time for remorse hath passed ye, by like a fair maiden’s virginity…ye hath sinned and once sinned ye are sinners for all eternity and the only place left for you is down in the burning pits of Hell! Prepare mortals to meet your doom!”

Saying so He slashes His mighty sword and hundreds lie at His feet in all forms of mutilation. With a battle cry heard across all worlds He orders His demonic forces to ravage and slaughter…mortal eyes have never seen such a massacre as the annihilation was ruthless and unforgiving.

The streets flooded with blood as torn limbs floated only to be devoured by the Hounds of Hell…women were ravished with unholy seed and slaughtered…men were cut into pieces.

It was like being in a nightmarish abattoir…earth had become a slaughterhouse where Hell’s forces chose the best portions to devour…even Heaven turned a blind eye to the death of the Creator’s creation as nothing could save them from the Annihilator’s annihilation.

The battle raged on for days without end as hell spilled itself onto mortal realm…then as suddenly as it began so did it end.

I thank the Lord for His mercy and forgiveness but then I realize there was no one else around to join me in prayer…it was then that I realized I was not forgiven by the Lord…I was but spared by the DemonKnight so that I may write of these days for all to read…I close my eyes and pray for salvation when I hear a growl before me…I open my eyes only to see the blood-stained sword of the DemonKnight ‘bloodlust’ come down on me…

Once during times eons ago did the Angels wage battle fierce with those shrouded in Black. Burnt wings flapped down into the never-ending void of darkness as the Unholy Legions of the Horned One forged their way deeper and deeper into the gates of Heaven itself.

Fuelled by the sight of the Pearly Gates there arose a thunderous cacophony of roars that bellowed straight into the trembling hearts of Heaven’s last line of defense…putting faith in Him, the primordial Creator, they foolishly stood strong awaiting the burning armies of Hell.

The wounded and the few who survived painted chilling portraits of fire-breathing demons and venomous serpent-like creatures with the body of a wolf and the fanged head of a snake with eyes that sent all who gazed into it into a trance of death…they spoke of a great hound with 3 massive heads…Cerberus, the Guardian of Hell with claws and fangs dripping with poison…ripping apart Angels limb to limb howling in morbid pleasure as Heaven’s elite forces fell in chunks of flesh before his feral rage.

And then they spoke of Him…nay for scared were they to utter His unholy name…in blood did they write His name on Heaven’s floor for blood it is that satisfies His thirst…they spoke of Him, Hell’s Greatest Warrior…The Master of Cerberus…The Wielder of Bloodlust, The Warlord Of Blood…The DemonKnight!

Adorned with armor black as His soul with two slits in the Hellmet through which His fiery eyes blazed…the last sight for many an Angel before they fell before His evil cleaver He calls Bloodlust…

“LO! Behold that roar…it cannot be…but indeed Heaven’s Gate has been breached!” so bellowed The Archangel Gabriel…

“Fall back Angels and stand as one…The Kingdom Of God shall not fall today!”

So roared Gabriel he who is Angel of Vengeance and Death amongst others…The Man Of God!

“Come forth my brothers, None shall pass us!”

And thusly did Michael, Raphael, Uriel and Gabriel forge their immense power of Light into one force bright as the sun itself and as one did they strike and Hell’s minions fell by the hundreds and thousands as Light scythed its way into the abyssimal forces of the Night.

The undead horde began retreating in panic blinded by the sheer brilliance of their combined aura.

But nay…for all their valiant efforts it was but doomed to fail before the DemonKnight!

With a roar “ Enough! ” which echoed across all the worlds, He swung his mighty sword Bloodlust breaking the aura as if it were but mere glass and thusly did He speak:

“Brave are thee O Mighty Angels and valour such as I hath seen today, I doth admire. Take heart noble ones for as long as thee stand guard, Heaven shall not fall.

So sayeth the DemonKnight, so will it be done!”

Darkness it spreads across the land, as the echoes of a million tortured souls screaming in agony haunt the hollow confines of mortal realm.

Mortal realm…the false kingdom of mankind; it seems to wallow in sin more and more with the passing of each forsaken day under the deceiving ways of the one below…it seems to spiral downwards into the very depths of Hell itself.

The Heavens seem to have long abandoned its Creator’s realm after the death of The One wearing the thorn crown…he who sacrificed his life for the ones he swore to protect died in his complete entirety forgotten by those very people…forgotten to a fading memory…

Heaven wept in a kingdom clouded by gloom, however in the evildom down below there was much rejoicing going on…

As Heaven drowned in a rain of despair, Hell celebrated the ascension of a new SaTaN.

Lucifer the one who was cast down, was slain in a mighty war that ravaged the paindom over many blood strewn years…a war between the Demonic Horde of The DemonKnight and the Undead Army of Lucifer…muscled flesh clashed with reinforced bones and putrefying flesh in the barren plains of despair…blood flooded the battlefield and torn limbs were strewn in a river of blood floating away like driftwood to be devoured by vermin and vultures…battle cries thundered across the red skies as both sides fought valiantly for their Lords of Darkness…When the undead army slightly seemed to forge their way onwards, The DemonKnight let loose his pet…a creature of pure evil…the Hound Of Hell, Cerberus…a creature with eyes of blood and fangs and claws of acidic venom…and in an instant the undead army was retreating in terror at the onslaught of a being so ferocious even Lucifer failed to take a stand…then for an instant there was silence…after years and years of screams and roars and dying wails the sudden silence was unexpected and confusing…

Then from the edges of the red horizon arose a roar that soon rumbled its way across rising to a crescendo shattering many an ear….it was Him…yes finally the day had arrived when the DemonKnight tired with the endless battle unsheathed his malevolent angelstained sword… Bloodlust…thusly did Hell know today was to be the last day of the war and the
Demonic Horde rejoiced for their Lord was to lead them to glory and victory…

a collective roar like no other arose from those vile throats covering the skies in a cloud of evil…

and Lo behold…there He was…astride mighty Cerberus, shod in armour black as his empty heart with his sword raised, he was a sight to behold indeed…and the Demonic Horde hacked and slashed their way through the undead resistance amidst sprouting blood and shattering bones as swords and maces and axes were slahesd hacked and pounded its way across the blockade of the undead army thus clearing the path to Lucifer…and there did the DemonKnight find him cowering in fear at the arrival of such a sight and in vain did he try to put up a resistance for no one could stand up to the Ultimate King Of Darkness….

and so on a red moon’s night with one slash of a mighty sword Lucifer horned head rolled its way to the battlefield…And Hell rose in a collective roar that thundered across all realms hailing the victor…The King of Darkness had taken his throne finally…His Royal Evilness, The Demonknight is The true Immortal now.

While Heaven cried in pain, Hell rejoiced with overflowing fresh slain virgins’ blood and lustful orgies with the numerous succubis which theKingdomOfSinabounds in…

Never hath been there such an event in either Heaven or Hell and mortals could only be mute witnesses to events far beyond their puny levels of comprehension. However for all their faults, this they understood…while Heaven changed, Hell won’t be the same again…not for the next many millennia…thusly did the reign of blood begin…the reign of The DemonKnight.

So hath it been written and thusly did it happen…

There I was, a lone figure shrouded in rags covered in dried blood with maggots everywhere. A lone soul walking a long journey along the barren plains of despair where hardly a breeze blows.

A starless night sky adds to my overwhelming feeling of desolation, and I trudge onwards into the unknown weary and lonely, weary from the torture of eternity, the lone pain of true immortality.

I walk; and as my footsteps echo in my head I find time to contemplate the passing of the millennia. A millennia of blood and death. A millennia He ruled with sword and might.

I remember with great clarity the coming of the GodSon to mortal realm…a desperate attempt by the one above to gain the upper hand in his eternal battle against Him.

The GodSon was thus born to a virgin mother and blessed was he by all of Heaven’s Angels and soon with the passing of each day, he grew and so did his believers and followers.

And God did allow himself a smirk at his wisdom in sending the GodSon to mortal realm.

A smirk that he would rue for eternity for the one single show of self satisfaction would lead to the untimely death of the GodSon.

Know this mortals, the words that ye believe to be true about the GodSon’s demise as is described in detail telescopic in the “holy” book are but false and untrue, Hear these words for true they are, for I was there…

A mute witness to the brutal slaying of the GodSon and all his stubborn followers.

“The sky was dark and the earth was covered in black…the earth stopped spinning and the oceans were quite as a stillborn baby and not a single sound could be heard from all the realms…it was but the calm before the storm. The GodSon did gather all his “blind” followers and armed them did he to make his last stand upon the crest of the tallest peak, for he knew today it would be his doom. And then a blood curdling sound of a baying hound broke the silence and they knew then, that blood would flow like a river in spate for He was coming.

‘Stand ye strong friends, for God is on our side and if we should fall in battle today then we shall fall proud and honest…we shall fall as Heroes’

So spoke the GodSon in a valiant but vain attempt to still his own fear of death. The earth started shaking and upon the horizon did they sight Him, leading the Undead Horde, The Burning Legions of Hell! Astride Cerberus was He, shod in armor black as the abyss, towering above all and He unsheathed that evil sword He calls Bloodlust for reasons sound and in an instant He was upon the forsaken armies of the GodSon. And Heaven could only weep in silent agony at the merciless annihilation of everything they held dear.”

Bodies lay scattered, limbs were strewn around and blood flowed like water and it soon came to be that only the GodSon stood alive before Him…with one mighty slash of His sword, the GodSon was slain and Lo high did He hold the beheaded head of the GodSon above Him and He roared shaking the very foundations of Heaven, Hell and all in between and beyond…God wept and He retreated back to His Unholy Castle of Sin and placed the skull of the GodSon atop his Throne Of Skulls…

The skulls of a thousand GodSons!

And God did then visit Jesus of Nazareth and make him believe that he was the GodSon and soon was he crucified by the betrayal of one who called himself Judas…and to this day ye mortals worship Jesus…a mortal very much like ye all…

Feasting upon the blood of a thousand virgins, the Demon Knight thinks about the irony of it all

and he smirks…