Awesome Being Evil Prologue

STOP! If you haven't read 'Devilish Magic', do so now.


It was a ‘beautiful’ day in Hell. It was hot and the screams of tortured souls made the demon Gilbert Beilschmidt lick his lips, tasting the pain and torment they were in, as he crouched on his rocky perch overlooking it all. The ‘sun’ was high in the black sky, the ground was so hot that fires would randomly start here and there, and not just small fires that would sputter out, no these fires would reach up to Gilbert’s waist at times.  Gilbert ran a hand through his snow white hair and scanned Hell with his red eyes, looking for something to do, and finding nothing.

“Ah, amigo, there you are!” a voice called out.

Gilbert looked over his shoulder to see one of his ‘friends’ land softly with that damned sunny smile on his face as he tucked his bat like wings against his back. The demon Antonio was a ‘happy’ person, all cheers, smiles, easy laughs, and sun shine but that’s all a farce. If you put Antonio on a hunt then it all turned to nightmares, rivers of blood, and dead bodies.

Gilbert was something different, he took the lives of soldiers, being a dead soldier himself the Devil thought the irony was priceless and put him to the task of carting the evil souls from the battlefield down to Hell.

Sometimes though the Devil would have him do other things.

“Hey,” Gilbert mumbled and turned to look back over Hell.

“Uh... Listen, I was sent to tell you-“

“Fine.” Gilbert cut him off, frowning, and launched himself over the cliff. Snapping his own bat-like wings out as he entered free fall. “Time to work huh?” he mumbled under his breath as he flew toward Beelzebub’s castle.  

What would take an hour of walking, Gilbert flew in five minutes. He landed lightly on one of the castle’s balcony’s railing, dropping into a crouch to keep his balance as his tail worked to help.

“There you are, my favorite son, I was wondering how long it’d take dear Antonio to find you,” purred a deep voice from within the castle. Gilbert painted a cruel grin onto his face as he licked his lips again, the taste of suffering souls was much stronger here, and he hated it but to stay in the Devil’s favor he had to keep up the act.

He had to.  A large man walked out onto the balcony, 9 feet tall with black hair and huge horns growing from his forehead.  He went shirtless so that his massive bat wings, torn and crusted with dried blood, had room and he wore tight jeans complete with a hat.

“Go to Earth. I want to see if you have the talent required to make a teenager commit suicide,” The Devil purred. “Feel free to pull your pranks while you’re at it.” He said and tipped his hat to Gilbert. The action sent shivers down his spine.

“Sounds like fun.” Gilbert growled and took to the sky. He flew straight up into the ‘sun’ but it was really the portal to Earth.

He wanted to puke.