Bound to the Devil

The silence in the car was suffocating. My fingers gripped the steering wheel as I watched that ridiculous scene in front of me. The church overflowed with joy, with laughter and applause from the guests, all celebrating the perfect couple who had just walked through the ornate wooden doors.

Married. Happy. What a joke.

My body still carried the remnants of my escape from Hell, a feat few had accomplished before me. My time down there had taught me many things, especially about suffering. And now, here I was, stuck in this pathetic body I had managed to possess, doomed to something worse than Hell: impotence.

I glanced at myself in the rearview mirror. A common body, devoid of charisma, and to top it off, male. No beauty, no allure. How could I wreak havoc like this? My former form—beautiful, young, and commanding—would have had the world at my feet. But this… this was just a cruel joke of fate.

My weakness kept me trapped, unable to jump to a new host. The only thing left was to endure that unbearable scene and slowly plan how to ruin it all. The groom, Nathan, should have been broken, just as I had molded him. But there he was, beside another, smiling, as if pain had never touched his soul. And all of it because of her.

That woman took from him what I had created. She turned the man who belonged to me into something weak, complacent. And I wanted to destroy that.

“You shouldn't be here.”

A deep voice shattered the silence. My heart raced for a moment before I slowly turned. The imposing figure in the back seat radiated power—cold, absolute.

The Devil himself.

“You escaped, but no one escapes twice.” His voice was like the sound of grinding stones, emotionless, unhurried. He was here to take me back.

I felt his power pulling me, like invisible chains wrapping around my soul. There was no escape this time. I was doomed.

The last thing I saw before being ripped from that miserable body was the smiling couple, surrounded by people, so unaware of the destruction that was coming.

And then, I was consumed by darkness.

“Set me free!” I scream, even though it feels futile once more. I slam my dark essence against the glowing bars of this hellish cell.

“NOW!” I exclaim again, but, as always, my voice echoes into the void.

I hate how my voice resonates down here. It sounds distorted, a lamentation, never a sweet melody. I cry out in frustration and turn in circles.

I loathe everything about being trapped. I have no physical body, only this black shadow that is my true demonic nature; I have no proper voice, no food, wine, and the most devastating: sex!

I am a seductress. A demon created specifically to lure men. Tempting them with carnal pleasures and then leading them to their ruin, so their souls can be collected and sent straight to Hell. The satisfaction of torturing and destroying my victims is a small addition to my wicked behavior.

I spent nearly two hundred years on Earth, playing my role and enjoying every moment, but now I am trapped for eternity, with only my memories to console me.

I am a shadow that was banished, sent to the deepest circle of Hell because of my sin. My only crime was being discovered and sent back here.

Well, that and the difficulty of managing to escape again. I suppose that’s the reason I am literally in this Hell.

Understand this: the Lord of Shadows allows you to pass through the portal once. If you are exorcised in life, that will be your fate. You remain here to endure your existence under the orders of your creator.