
“Innocent Promise, Eternal Condemnation” – When a game triggers a hellish battle for the soul, the price of curiosity becomes an eternal nightmare.
It was a cloudy and rainy day, one of those where the sky seems endless, and the sound of raindrops hitting the roof becomes a monotonous melody. I was at home, as usual, surrounded by the solitude that enveloped me. My only companion was Elly, my cat, who was always near me as if she understood that her presence was the only thing keeping me balanced. That day, the dull routine of watching TV while eating cold pizza repeated itself, accompanied by a few beers trying to fill the void.
The ring of my cellphone broke the lethargy. Seeing that it was my mother on the screen, a mix of joy and surprise washed over me. She, the most wonderful person in the world, was asking if I wanted to come over and chat a bit.
“Would you like to come over and chat a bit?” she said in her warm voice, the one that always managed to calm me.
I looked out the window, and the scene was discouraging. The rain hadn’t let up, and the cold was seeping through the cracks in the windows, making the idea of going out far from appealing.
“I don’t know, Mom. The weather’s really bad, it’s so cold,” I responded with some reluctance.
“Please come. I miss talking to you, and I promise to make the chocolate cookies you love so much,” she insisted. She knew how to get to my heart. Those cookies had always been my weakness, a special recipe only she knew how to make.
I sighed, feeling nostalgia and the desire to see her overcoming my laziness. “Alright, I’ll head over,” I finally said.
As I hung up, I noticed that Elly was starting to act strangely. Her fur was bristling, and her eyes reflected an unease I had never seen before. She was growling, something completely out of character for her, and it seemed like she didn’t want me to leave. However, I didn’t give it much thought. I left food and water for her, grabbed my coat, and headed out.
As I made my way to the car, Elly’s meows echoed behind me, filled with a lament that made me hesitate for a moment. But the desire to see my mother was stronger, and I decided to go ahead. I started the car and began the journey to her house. The rain, which seemed like an endless curtain, intensified, pounding the windshield and darkening the road even more.
My mother lived a few hours away, and the route to her house had always been peaceful, lined with trees that, under the rain, took on a grim appearance. The journey passed in solitude, the sound of the engine and the rain being the only companions on that deserted road.
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As I drove on, the darkness grew denser, the night seeming to wrap everything in an impenetrable shroud. It was then that I heard something I did not expect. A voice. It was a child’s voice, desperate, coming from nowhere. I turned my head and, in the rearview mirror, saw a small figure running behind my car. It was a girl, soaked by the rain, her clothes in tatters, and her hair tangled. Something about her appearance filled me with an irrational fear.
I slowed down, my heart pounding. I didn’t know what to do. The girl kept following me, her cries full of anguish piercing the darkness. At one point, I saw her fall to her knees on the ground, her screams stopped, and an eerie silence filled the air.
My instinct was to stop the car. I opened the door and stepped out into the rain, the cold biting at my skin. I ran towards her, my steps echoing on the deserted road. When I reached her, I found her crying, her hair covering her face.
“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” I asked with concern. But the girl didn’t respond. Suddenly, her sobbing stopped, and a chilling laugh escaped her mouth, a laugh that didn’t belong to a human being.
Terror seized me. I felt my heart race, my body freezing in place. It was then that I understood something terrible was happening. My mother’s voice echoed in my mind, repeating exactly what she had said over the phone.
The call I received was not from my mother.
The girl, who until that moment had been on her knees on the ground, began to change. She grew unnaturally, her feet turning into hooves, her hands into sharp claws. Twisted horns emerged from her head, and her eyes were filled with darkness. I was facing something far worse than I could ever imagine: Lucifer had come for me.
I remembered with terrifying clarity the day when, as a mere 10-year-old, I played with my friends on a Ouija board. We had summoned something, and in my innocence and stupidity, I had made a promise without thinking of the consequences. I promised my soul to Lucifer when I turned 25, in exchange for a simple kiss from the boy I liked. I never believed those words had any weight, that the game could be more than just childish mischief.
But now, facing this infernal being, I realized my mistake. My mother always warned me not to play with those things, that nothing good would come of it. And as always, she was right.
The instinct to survive pushed me to move. I ran towards the forest, desperately seeking a place to hide. The trees closed in around me, the rain beating against my face, and the smell of sulfur growing more intense. Finally, I found a small cave and squeezed into it, my heart pounding wildly.
I knelt on the cold, damp ground, my hands trembling as I began to pray. “God, please help me. I don’t want to be devoured and taken to the place of darkness. God, help me,” I whispered, my voice breaking with each word.
Suddenly, a white, pure light filled the cave. I felt immense peace, a warmth that enveloped me completely. A calm and firm voice spoke to me: “Do not fear, child of God.”
But that calm was fleeting. Lucifer found me, his dark presence filling the cave, and all trace of peace vanished.
“This has nothing to do with your God. She promised me her soul, and here I am for it,” said Lucifer in a voice that echoed like the cries of a thousand tormented souls.
Then, an epic battle unfolded before my eyes, a fight between light and darkness, between my guardian angel and Lucifer. But in that battle, darkness prevailed. I felt my body start to burn from within, the unbearable heat invading me. The ground beneath my feet cracked, smoke rose from the depths, and I heard the moans of the damned.
I fell into an abyss of darkness and pain, my body transforming into something monstrous, something destined for hell. The souls of the damned descended upon me, their claws tearing at my flesh, their voices filled with hate flooding my mind.
Now, from hell, my mission has changed. I am no longer the innocent girl I once was. Now, my task is to lure others to this place of eternal torment. Every night, I visit people as they sleep, whispering perverse ideas to them, sowing evil in their hearts. My only satisfaction is seeing how, little by little, they fall into darkness, losing the chance to enter the kingdom of God, securing their place here in hell with me. And with each new soul I drag into the abyss, I feel that my own damnation eases, even if only slightly. For in this place of eternal suffering, the only company I have left is the hate and despair of those who fall into the trap that once ensnared me.
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