There are many horrid things in the world that we know. The stench of human greed, the vileness of cruelty can be found everywhere on this earth. Some places are so filled with the plague of human evil that one could not think of a place worse than those pits with which evil seems to have made itself at home.
But there is a place.
A place so covered in darkness, so lost in hope that even the vilest of creatures would look away from it in fear. This place does not exist on earth, it never could. It lies somewhere far away. It is a place that cannot be walked to on foot nor sailed to by boat. This place lies in a dark depth where no sun shines. Its inhabitants burn in an unnatural and everlasting fire. The worse part of this place is the screams, and what more they are the screams of the damned. Of the once proud men, of the once lustful women, and of the once most crafty demons. They were the children who did not believe in the fables taught to them which contained such seemingly simple Morales. Do not steal, do not kill, and respect ones mother and father, and so on. Yet as they burn they are as willing as the thief who bit at his mother’s ear to take the blame away from themselves and to other persons. They blame mostly the one that loves them most, the one that gave them the gift of free will to do as they choose which they could not help but abuse.
God grants free will to men because he believes that they are capable of doing good. They are able to help one another through the roughest of times and have courage and hope in their hearts when there seems to be none. They are able to love. But there is no flame that does not cast a shadow. Where there is peace there is also war and where there is good there is also evil. The human spirit is the very of the battle between light and darkness. The inhabitants of this awful place have lost the battle to darkness and have lost their free will, a gift that they had shamelessly abused in life. They have lost everything and have nothing left but the darkness that they coveted in life. This is the place in which no form of evil can escape from. This is the place where the screams never die and where God’s children are burned and face ultimate judgment for their crimes. This is hell.
The one who rules over this pitiful land has explored every form of human evil in existence. He has lied, he has cheated, he has killed. He is Satan, prince of darkness and father of lies. Once an angel of high ranking he sought to over throw his very creator. With his band of usurper angels, Satan felt sure he could win. But in the end he failed, and was one of the first to be plunged into the very darkness of his forsaken kingdom. No one is quite sure why Satan rebelled. It may have been that he felt himself above the influence of any form of human weakness. He felt that God was too soft with his creations and that the human race should be kept on a tighter leash. Satan wanted power, he wanted to be in charge and he believed that he could succeed God. He did not want to be overshadowed by the human race, he wanted to rule it. Even now in his kingdom he sits above the horrid pit in an enormous black castle which looks as it could pierce the heavens. It sits above a giant town filled with the very demons Lucifer has created. Every day they work within the walls, they work for some forgotten cause and mingle and toil through their meaningless lives. The city is surrounded by a giant black wall and beyond that is a barren waste land and then the pit where evil men squirm under Satan’s oppressive thumb which he wishes to press not only on the wicked and evil but on the pure and goodhearted.
There in his castle he sits even now, plotting and thinking of a way out of his prison and what better way to get out of a prison but a make a key. A key to unlock Hell’s gate…