Note: New names and places are in bold.
Everything was black all around him. He had been feeling nothing but pain for many years now. He wanted to die, but that was never going to happen. The sounds of people screaming out was all that he could hear; the sound of it was deafening. Blistering, raging heat was on his skin. He and everyone else in this place would never grow used to this pain, and would continue to scream out, begging for the end of it. Hell is his home. He had neither died nor been born. The demon himself was screaming out in pain. He suddenly felt a tugging all over his body. He started to hear a whooshing sound slowly building in his ears. Things that the demon has never seen before came to him.
Were these colors? He wondered. Something that he has never felt went across his skin. As his eyes struggled to adjust to this new thing called light, he saw someone standing in front of him.
Is this the one that had created me? He had heard that he had been in Hell, but nobody has ever seen him. Nobody has even heard him. He used to be an angel named Lucifer, but then he fell when he desired to be as God. He was then cast out of Heaven, and then Hell was created as his place of punishment. Now he goes by many names, and is no longer an angel.
“Welcome to Earth. I am the man that has summoned you.”
That was what happened. I had been summoned out of the depths of Hell, he thought and looked at the man. His hair was short, and he was wearing the things known as clothes. They were black. His bright blue eyes shined out at him.
“What be your name, oh great summoner?” He asked the man.
“You may call me father. From this point on you are to be known as William. You are to act as my adoptive son.” He looked at this man. He liked the name that he had for him. Standing up, and looking around, William noticed that he was standing inside a shape of some kind. Five lines were arranged in a circle, and some strange symbols were inside the circle. He tried to move toward the man that had wanted William to call him father, but a barrier halted his advancement.
“You want me to call you father, yet you hold me captive in a devil’s trap. Release me and I shall allow you to live. Better yet, I’ll give you a deal that goes past the limit.” What am I saying? Deals? Devil’s traps? How do I know about these?
“How many years are you talking?” He asked William.
“Twelve years; your deal will last twelve years if you set me free.”
“Alright, twelve years until our deal comes to a close will do.” He said.
“What do you want then? Youth? Fame? Fortune…? A bigger dick?”
“No. I want a son, and I wish for my son to be you.”
“No.” William said. “Surely there must be something else that you want.” The man shook his head, turned, and started to walk away.
“Then stand here for a long time. I’ll summon someone else to make my deal with.”
“Wait!” William said. The man turned back around. This would be the first deal that William would ever make, so he decided to grant him what he wished. “You’ve got a deal.”
“So, what do I do now? Sign a contract in blood?” The man asked.
“No, we seal the deal with a kiss.” William responded. Wait, a kiss? Really? How do I even know this? The man was at first hesitant, but then he moved his foot to break the trap. William stepped out, and kissed him; their deal was sealed.
For two days the man he now knows as George teaches him of the world and his new surroundings. There's still much to learn, but he's aware of more like the floor being made of a type of wood called mahogany, and the walls being a light shade of a color called red. The furniture in the room is made of the same material as the floor George has told of, and have been hand carved with beautiful patterns as he put it. Under no circumstance is he to break these pointlessly intricate furnishings.
A large reflective surface in the room has captured more of his interest than the chairs however. The mirror, George had called it, reflected his own image back to him. How odd it was to see his own face, never having known what it looked like in the darkness he was accustomed too. Now he wanted to memorize it, the short strands of black hair, tinted another shade of red at the ends, the contrasting green of his eyes, his squared off jaw. He had been told by a maid that he was a 'handsome young lad.'
“So why did you want a demon for a son George?”
“I didn’t; not at first. While in prison I had found out that demons can do certain things, such as kill people without actually using their hands.”
“Yes we can.” The only thing stopping me from killing you right now is our deal, William thought. “What’s prison, and how did you even find out about demons to begin with?”
“Prison is a place where people that break laws, which are rules, are sent by the police, who are people that make sure that those rules are being carried out. I found out about demons from one of my old cell mates.”
“Then what were you sent to prison for George?”
“A long time ago I had a wife named Beth. I had wanted children, and she didn’t. Overcome with rage at hearing that she didn’t wish to have children I decided to kill her by stabbing her to death.”
“Ah, I see,” William says, looking at George with a mixture of both amusement and admiration. George then has a cat brought out. “What’s the cat for George?” William asked.
“I want to see if your kind really can kill without the use of your hands,” at this William smirks.
“As you wish, I guess.” It’ll show him that I’m not one to mess with. William raised one of his hands, and without actually touching the feline, had disemboweled the poor creature.
“Good, because there’s some people that I want you to kill for me,” George said after recovering from the sight of the animal’s death. He reached into his pocket, and handed William a list. He grabbed it from him and unfolded it. He looked up at George.
“Why do you want them dead?”
“They have all wronged me in one way or another, and I am a very vengeful man."
William smirked at this.
“Then you lied to me. You didn’t want me as your son, you wanted me to be your hired gun. The deal is null and void now, George,” William stood up and went to kill him.
“Actually, I wasn’t lying. I did want you as my son, but yes, I also wanted you to kill for me. Whether or not you decide to kill these people for me is up to you.”
“Oh, so that wasn’t part of the deal, because you wanted it to be my choice.”
“Yes William, I did,” William sat there, smiling.
“Very well. I shall kill these people for you,” his smile broadened.
“There is a slight catch though.”
“And what would that be?” William asked.
“Some of them are hunters, and some of them have powers. I found this out by hiring someone to watch them.”
“So where do I begin?” William asked him.
“Go in order if you want to, I guess.”
“Very well,” George reached for a bell and rang it. Someone walked into the room.
