Diabolus Sapit
How it all began:
It all started on the day I moved out, leaving my mother. She was married by that time, so I was sure she'd be fine. She didn't seem too happy about me moving. She always thought I was too immature to live on my own. Her last words to me were in Latin, because, you see, my family was MASSIVE in Latin. But, personally, I never saw why it was such a big deal. I mean, what's so great about a language we no longer use?
So anyway, back to my house. It was a fairly-sized house - two bedrooms, an attic, and an over-sized basement. It was nice to have free roam over a house, being able to do whatever the fuck I wanted. Naturally, I chose the larger bedroom. After looking round the two rooms, I explored the kitchen. The previous owner left ketchup stains all over the table. 'I'll order a new one later', I thought; but first, I wanted to explore the basement which would soon become my games room. (Yes I'm a die-hard gamer)
I brought a flashlight down with me on my expedition. It reeked down there, and I could hear rats scuttling. I shined my light directly in the middle of the room, and on a pedestal was a large book. The front page was black and worn. 'Its like the kind of book a shaman would have on black magic', I silently exclaimed. The title was of a foreign language... Latin. Like I said earlier, I had learned it, but I didn't give a shit about it.
Although I knew some parts, the title read, 'Diabolus Sapit'. I gave it a guess, and it read, 'The Devil is wise'. l admit that did creep me out a little bit. I took the book upstairs and studied it for a while. The pages all had the same writing' 'diablous fugit deus', meaning 'God fled the devil'. Now I was scared. By that time it was late, so I decided to get some sleep.
Later, I woke up to the horrible screeching. I'm not sure if it was a dream or reality, but either way, it scared me. I tried to get up, but something had me stuck. I turned to look at my hands. Nails going straight through my wrists. I then noticed how uncomfortable my bed was. The lights turned on. "Hahahah", I heard someone - or something - laugh in the corner. Is this some kind of sick joke? Or did that book truly bring out hell. Then, I remembered my dream.
I was sitting on a chair reciting the words, 'sum diabolus progagus'. I don't know what that translates to in English.
"Hello, my child", said the voice in the corner. "I'm not your birth father, but you are now a child of hell, just another satanist, not a satanist of will, of course, but while you're controlled by me, you're the perfect proxy to take over the world!" I was now freed from the nails. I looked around for this talking being, but it was nowhere to be seen...
But I did see something that I shall never forget: a young woman, about 22, eyeballs gouged out, blood in her curly hair, her mouth stitched up, and naked. It was a disgusting sight. On her stomach was the words, 'She told the world of what she saw.' I realized, if I did the same thing as her, I would suffer the same fate as this person. And there was a slight bit of hero inside me that said I should tell. Yes, I would die, but the world would be safe.
So I let the devil use me, and from this day he's still using me, and this is his final message: "The world now knows of what Satan is. It was nice being human and writing this, but now I must die." I still live in the same house. The basement never was a games room - just the devil's sadistic tool shed of torture and death...
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Originally uploaded on December 17, 2011
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