Acid rolled off his tounge as easily as water from a cliff. With his scathing words he would puncture anyone's balloon which held even the slightest amount of hope. His heart beat merely out of spite, soley thumping to ensure that a satisfying death would befall anyone who brimmed with life. He greatly enjoyed the land of the dead, one of the few to serve as the Devil's servant. He had died at the young age of 18 in an unfortunate accident which resulted in the death of 3 others excluding himself. The loss of their lives hadn't concerned him and it was just before the gates of Hell when he had been offered a deal. One as ancient as time itself. He pledged his loyalty and service to the Demon in order to avoid the torments of Hell. To facilitate his service, he was granted numerous powers. One being the abiltiy to read the minds of others, an especially essential one for this task. He was then transported to Earth with his orders, which were to cause as much chaos as possible. Of course, the Dark Prince had much bigger plans than mere mass murders. And perhaps had his servant been aware of this, certain things could have been avoided.
Enshrouded by an oversized cushion in an even larger couch, the servant stirred. A particularly pleasant, and thus all the more repulsive, future lie ahead for a man named Joel Brunts. Joel live only two rooms away, and was an easy target. It wouldn't take long to reach and kill him. After all? Would not the death of one happy man send larger waves? Yes, such an event wold be more likely to break the souls of others, more likely to turn them and thus belong to his master. That was all his mission came down to really, the thievery of others souls. A dark smile came upon his face as every passing moment brought a steadily increasing urge to kill. He let loose a small chuckle and began to walk towards one of his apartment's stained walls, all while stepping over picture's of his victims. He found that one of his greatest pleasures was to see that disgusting smile wiped away, and replaced with a far more appealing face of horror. Face two feet from his wall, he walked through it.
Well, that's my opening for a new story I've just started working on. Please tell me what you think of it. It's a bit rushed, but I couldn't help but post it.
