The Hanger
Introduction:
I was once a man named Victor, living a seemingly normal life. However, I endured constant bullying in my town and suffered abuse from my religious family, particularly my younger sister, Madelyn. I was trapped in a world of torment, devoid of help or love.
Chapter 1:
One day, I overheard my father had acquired a remarkably sturdy and metallic cord.
"Hey, honey! I visited the church, and they gave me this rope. I'm uncertain of its purpose, but I believe it symbolizes good fortune since it bears an unusual language," my father exclaimed, leaving it on the table to fetch my mother. As I gazed at the rope, a strange sensation overcame me. I impulsively grasped it, bewildered by the unfolding events. I ventured outside and ascended a tree adjacent to our house, climbing as high as possible until I reached a branch near its tip. I fastened the rope securely to the branch and proceeded to tie it around my neck. In a moment of truth, I vocalized the words inscribed on the rope:
"Aperi mihi portas inferni, satanas!" I remained oblivious to its meaning. Before I comprehend the gravity of the situation, I leaped off the branch. The ground never met my descent as the rope instantly halted me mid-air. The sound of my neck snapping reverberated loudly, resonating throughout the town. Despite the expected fatality resulting from my broken neck, I somehow remained alive, struggling to breathe. My sister ventured outside to investigate and discovered my lifeless body suspended from the tree. Tears welled up in my eyes, blood trickling down, and I even vomited slightly while hanging there. The constriction of the metal rope caused my neck to bleed profusely. The demise I anticipated unfolded at a slower pace than I had imagined. After a minute of solemnly staring, my sister's shriek pierced the air, nearly rupturing my eardrums. The entire town gathered around me, engaged in hushed conversations. The authorities and an ambulance arrived promptly, rescuing me from the tree. However, as the paramedics removed the rope from my neck, my life finally ebbed away. Everything faded into darkness; there was no light, only fire and distant whispers. It was then that I realized I had descended into hell.
Chapter 2:
In the depths of hell, I heard the deep voice of Satan. He explained that due to the suffering I endured in my life, he had chosen to grant me the power to spread suffering to others. Suddenly, I found myself back in front of my house, seven years in the future. My mother, shocked to see me, tried to escape, the door was locked. Why should I let her Escape? In a horrifying encounter, I inflicted pain upon her, drawing her into my demonic portal. She tries to push herself out, but miserably fails as she drowned in the depos of darkness. With each passing moment, I felt a transformation within myself, becoming more consumed by evil. Though I had been a nice person in life, I now lacked remorse. Observing myself in the bathroom mirror, I noticed chains wrapped around my chest, and I wore funeral attire. Strangely, I appeared to be hanging rather than floating. As I gazed into the mirror, the rope I had used to hang myself in the past snapped, plunging me back into hell. Satan commended me on the successful killing of my mother, but I knew I had to continue. Teleported to a deck where my father was, I seized the opportunity and caused his accidental death.
The pleasure I derived from his suffering revealed the monster I was becoming. I teleported to a laboratory where my sister works, to kill her. She was apparently working in advanced medicine for humans. Since when did she gave two shits about humans? I telekinetically used the chains on me to grab my sister on the neck, and raised her up in the air. The grip was so tight, that I broke her neck with her eyes falling out by themselves. I rampaged my way out the laboratory, where I killed all other scientists who would never live to tell the tale. Satan grew furious when he realized I had extended my killing spree beyond my family. He chastised me for not following his instructions. Definitely, I declared that I could do as I pleased and that no one, not even Satan, could control me.
"DON'T UNDERESTIMATE ME!" Satan warned me, angered by my defiance. In a heated exchange, I floated to the surface, transforming into my evil form and vowing to haunt the world with my curse. As I pondered my descent to hell and the Latin inscription on the rope, I realized the words meant "Open the gates of Hell for me, Satan."
Credited to Nolaminations
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