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The demon walked among the dead and dying of the battlefield. The numerous years he’d lived and countless wars he’d seen did not dim the thrill he felt at seeing the carnage of yet another pointless struggle between men. The sight of the mangled bodies was like a glorious sunrise; the bitter smell of blood like finest perfume; the cries of agony like sweet music.
It was this very thing that the demon lived for. Since his fall from glory, his every moment was consumed by the need to deliver mankind’s much deserved destruction. War was the culmination of his efforts. Men ran into battle, killing each other for reasons they hardly understood. Many of the dead now belonged to his master and the demon knew that he would be rewarded well.
A single tortured cry woke him from his reflections. A man, no more than a boy really, was staring at him as he walked by. Only those who were on the brink of death ever saw the demon. He stopped, kneeling before the soldier and stared into his eyes. He could tell by a glance that this soul was lost. In a matter of minutes, it would slip from his failing body into the clutches of the master.
Seconds passed and then minutes. The young soldier clung to life through every labored breath. This one feared death, the demon realized. He would give anything, do anything, to live.
“What is your name?” He asked the soldier.
“John,” he gasped. “Who are you?”
“That is not important,” replied the demon. “What would you have me do for you, John?”
“Water,” he replied. The demon left his side and filled a dead man’s helmet from a nearby stream. He returned and tipped a dribble into the man’s mouth. He did not thank the demon but instead asked “I’m dying, aren’t I?”
“Yes John,” he replied. “You only have a few minutes left.” John closed his eyes, as if doing so could prevent it. Tears began to leak from the corners of his eyes. “Do you fear death, John?” said the demon.
“Yes,” he choked.
“Why do you fear death?”
“I don’t know what will happen to me.”
“What if I told you that you didn’t have to die?” said the demon. “What if I told you that there is a way you can live forever?” John looked up at him, the light of hope appearing in his eyes for a moment before it disappeared.
“Why would you mock me?” he said. “Everyone dies. You’re only a man. You’re going to die too one day.”
“I am not a man,” replied the demon, “but so much more. If you let me, I can give you a life that will never end.” The man saw something in the demon’s eyes and realized that he spoke truth.
“What are you?”
“I was an angel once,” replied the demon. “I lost my place in glory when my master tried to rise above his place.”
“You’re a demon!”
“I am,” he replied. “I don’t see any angels here though. They must be too busy taking care of the wealthy men and women who started this war. If you don’t accept my offer, you will die.”
“Death would be better than dealing with you,” replied the soldier. The demon knew he was lying; he could see it in his eyes.
“Very well, John,” he said. “I will see you in hell shortly.” He got up and began to walk away. It was only a few moments before he heard the soldier call to him.
“Wait!”
“Have you changed your mind?” said the demon, knowing he had.
“I need to know your price,” he said. “What do I have to give you?”
“I ask that you give me one night every ten years,” replied the demon. “I want to walk in this world as one of you and experience the pleasures that were given to your kind. Other than that, you are free to live your life as you wish.”
“What sort of pleasures do you speak of?”
“That is for me to decide when the time comes.”
“What happens if I decide one day that I don’t want to do this anymore?”
“You may back out at any time you want,” replied the demon. “Just know that if you do, your life will be over.” He paused, giving time for his words to sink in. “Do we have a deal?”
The soldier, whether unwilling or unable, did not meet the demon’s gaze. “I’ll do it,” he said in a hoarse whisper.
“Good,” replied the demon, rising to his feet. “You will soon have the strength to get to your feet. What you do after that is up to you but don’t forget our deal. I’ll see you again in ten years.”
The demon walked away, another soul set on the path of destruction. This one was special though. He could use this man to destroy countless others. That was the penalty for fearing death. That was the price of immortality.
It was this very thing that the demon lived for. Since his fall from glory, his every moment was consumed by the need to deliver mankind’s much deserved destruction. War was the culmination of his efforts. Men ran into battle, killing each other for reasons they hardly understood. Many of the dead now belonged to his master and the demon knew that he would be rewarded well.
A single tortured cry woke him from his reflections. A man, no more than a boy really, was staring at him as he walked by. Only those who were on the brink of death ever saw the demon. He stopped, kneeling before the soldier and stared into his eyes. He could tell by a glance that this soul was lost. In a matter of minutes, it would slip from his failing body into the clutches of the master.
Seconds passed and then minutes. The young soldier clung to life through every labored breath. This one feared death, the demon realized. He would give anything, do anything, to live.
“What is your name?” He asked the soldier.
“John,” he gasped. “Who are you?”
“That is not important,” replied the demon. “What would you have me do for you, John?”
“Water,” he replied. The demon left his side and filled a dead man’s helmet from a nearby stream. He returned and tipped a dribble into the man’s mouth. He did not thank the demon but instead asked “I’m dying, aren’t I?”
“Yes John,” he replied. “You only have a few minutes left.” John closed his eyes, as if doing so could prevent it. Tears began to leak from the corners of his eyes. “Do you fear death, John?” said the demon.
“Yes,” he choked.
“Why do you fear death?”
“I don’t know what will happen to me.”
“What if I told you that you didn’t have to die?” said the demon. “What if I told you that there is a way you can live forever?” John looked up at him, the light of hope appearing in his eyes for a moment before it disappeared.
“Why would you mock me?” he said. “Everyone dies. You’re only a man. You’re going to die too one day.”
“I am not a man,” replied the demon, “but so much more. If you let me, I can give you a life that will never end.” The man saw something in the demon’s eyes and realized that he spoke truth.
“What are you?”
“I was an angel once,” replied the demon. “I lost my place in glory when my master tried to rise above his place.”
“You’re a demon!”
“I am,” he replied. “I don’t see any angels here though. They must be too busy taking care of the wealthy men and women who started this war. If you don’t accept my offer, you will die.”
“Death would be better than dealing with you,” replied the soldier. The demon knew he was lying; he could see it in his eyes.
“Very well, John,” he said. “I will see you in hell shortly.” He got up and began to walk away. It was only a few moments before he heard the soldier call to him.
“Wait!”
“Have you changed your mind?” said the demon, knowing he had.
“I need to know your price,” he said. “What do I have to give you?”
“I ask that you give me one night every ten years,” replied the demon. “I want to walk in this world as one of you and experience the pleasures that were given to your kind. Other than that, you are free to live your life as you wish.”
“What sort of pleasures do you speak of?”
“That is for me to decide when the time comes.”
“What happens if I decide one day that I don’t want to do this anymore?”
“You may back out at any time you want,” replied the demon. “Just know that if you do, your life will be over.” He paused, giving time for his words to sink in. “Do we have a deal?”
The soldier, whether unwilling or unable, did not meet the demon’s gaze. “I’ll do it,” he said in a hoarse whisper.
“Good,” replied the demon, rising to his feet. “You will soon have the strength to get to your feet. What you do after that is up to you but don’t forget our deal. I’ll see you again in ten years.”
The demon walked away, another soul set on the path of destruction. This one was special though. He could use this man to destroy countless others. That was the penalty for fearing death. That was the price of immortality.