[ WP ] The devil dies , and learns of a second afterlife .

`` What the f-'' 
 
 *'' SILENCE'' * 
 
 `` Do you know who you are speaking to you imbecile?!? I am Lucif-'' 
 
 *'' I SAID.....**SILENCE**'' * 
 
 The sovereign of death was astounded at the blatant disregard for authority; however his anger was masked only by his confusion. One moment he was standing before his Father's broken visage, victorious. The next he felt a searing pain in the back of his neck, followed by darkness. The room he finds himself in is lit only by the fire of a single torch in the far corner of the room. The light from the torch cast long thin shadows on the walls around it, making a shadow with the form that is reminiscent of a large black spider. The only other source of light in the chamber was the crimson glow in the eyes of the sentinel standing in the doorway. 
 
 `` Where....am I?'' 
 
 The sentinel turned it's head and stared at the cold, confused shell kneeling in the darkness. It's sheer size was astonishing, standing over ten feet tall with rippling muscle visible in the breaks in it's armor. The chest plate had some sort of inscription carved into it but the words were in a language unknown to the Prince of Darkness. Both hands were crossed over it's immense chest, at its side hung two ornate swords that seemed to glow in the darkness. 
 
 *'' You are in Cessatium. `` * 
 
 `` Do you really expect me to understand you? You brute. I lack the patience to cope with your profound stupidity. Bring me your superior, I wish to see the being who can tolera-'' 
 
 The sentinel dealt the Prince a monstrous blow with his fist, sending him reeling into the shadows. His eyes glowed with a greater intensity as he drew his swords. The twin blades began to burn with a golden fire, each one with strange symbols carved into them, similar to the chest plate. As he readied himself for another deadly blow the sentinel stopped in its tracks, and returned to his post. He sheathed his swords and the fire in his eyes died down. As soon as the Prince ceased covering his head, he looked up to see a figure standing in the doorway. It stood the same height as the sentinel, only it appeared frail and sickly. 
 
 `` Ughh.....Just spare me the foreplay and get on with it.'' 
 
 *'' Get on with what? You are here forever, it is literally impossible to waste time, in any sense of the word. `` * 
 
 The figure was tall and slender, he seemed to be comprised entirely of shadows. His hood hung low over his face. One could only see his moving lips, which were white as bone. 
 
 `` Ok, if I am here forever can you at least tell me what this place is?'' 
 
 *'' This is Cessatium, the End, you my poor fool, have truly died. `` * 
 
 `` But when you die, you go to heaven or hell, and based on my relationship with the Man upstairs I do n't think heaven is a viable option. So....this is hell.'' 
 
 *'' I'm afraid you are not correct. Hell, is where a soul goes after it's mortal body has died. Cessatium, is where one goes when their soul has died. `` * 
 
 `` That does n't really make any sense, if the soul is gone then what remains.'' 
 
 The figure grew weary of the closed minded specimen before him. He removed his hood, to reveal a clean shaven head, with eyes black as night. He leaned in and spoke softly so as not to startle him. 
 
 *'' All that is left, is your consciousness; your fears, your doubts and insecurities. You will suffer for eternity, but first we have to ascertain what it is you fear most. `` * 
 
 At that moment the shadows around the torch seemed to move. Crawling up to the ceiling and making their way toward the two men in the center of the room. Once the shadows were directly above them, they spilled onto the floor, slowly pooling together. 
 
 *'' Now, lets see what you, the King of hell, fears most. `` * 
 
 The Shadows seemed to leap onto the Prince, completely covering him. His struggle to free himself was in vain as they could not simply be pulled off. After a moment the Shadows receded. Pooling together next to the hooded figure. 
 
 *'' Rise, King of Hell. Face your nightmare. `` * 
 
 The Prince rises to his feet as the Shadows rise to meet him. Thus began his tenure in an unknown realm, one dedicated to pain and suffering on a larger scale than he ever could have imagined. And it was beautiful. 
 
 

