Saints of Satan

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Mask Status: Saints of Satan
          WARNING THERE ARE MANY GRAPHIC SCENES SUCH AS MURDER, TORTURE, BURNING AT THE STAKE, KIDNAPPING, AND FLAYING 
​​​ THERE IS ALSO STRONG PROFANITY                                           ​ 
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  ~Prologue~
A pentagram was engraved on my back. The pentagram singed my skin. The mark now marked me. The man who had the mask of Satan touched my pentagram. It glowed. He put a mask on my face. The mask was a demon of shadows. The man in the mask said one sentence. “Tu autem sanctus es satanas.” I touched my mask. It felt like flesh. I tried to pull it off. It hurt. It became my flesh. I then was taken to a room. A leader of the cult came to the altar and touched the pentagram. It glowed. He used his candle of death to set a hellfire on the altar. A silhouette appeared in the fire. It looked like a devil. The silhouette said to me, “Et hoc est quod facti estis pro damnatum esse ad inferos. Et hoc est quod chose. S. Tu nunc autem satanas.” I then was sent out of the room. I walked out of the door, knowing that I was no longer Aquilla Malum. I am a De S. Satanas.
                                 ~Chapter One - Enter the Inferno~
I was trapped in a room. My back burned like fire. My hands bleed like Jesus on the cross. My feet had nails on them. I heard the flicker of hellfire in the other room. I was going to be sacrificed to their god. I was not about to die today. The windows. The windows to the Inferno. I got up. My feet hurt as I walked to the window. I kicked the window with my nailed feet and it shattered. I was able to slide down the Helltower I was trapped in. I heard the screams of the Sirens telling members of the De S. satanas. Their hideous hell-like faces appeared on the window, using their black magic. I threw an enchanted dagger I found on the ground an enchanted dagger. I threw it at the member with the pentagram mask and it flayed the skin off of his dirty face. His real face appeared. The closest member next to him threw it Bloodsmiter and cut off his head. I remembered when the cult leader of the Inferos clan said, “We mask the members so that their true identity is not exposed to the world.”  The remaining members chased after me. I threw the flay-blade at one of  the members, slitting his throat. It melted his body into dust and it bounced off of his skin and sliced the other members neck. The last member seemed to be more skilled than the other members, hencing his Satan mask. He chanted some works and he turned into a raven and flew back to the tower. I ran and ran and ran until I reached the house of what seemed to be a gypsy. I knocked on the door and nobody came. I picked up the knife lying on the ground and cut my magic-restricting chains. I cut open the door. It opened. 
                                     ~Chapter 2 - Into the Unknown~
When I walked inside the house, I saw bloody knives and skulls. I used my white magic to heat up a piece of meat I found on the floor. I ate the meat and before I left I raided the house for supplies, clothes, and food. I then realised that the Saints’ magic can trace my steps. I sadly set the house on fire. I then used my magic to fly to the nearest city. My feet bleed and my hands bleed, leaving an essence of blood. Once I got into the city, a man who had a white cap ran up to me and screamed in my face. “YOU NEED TO GO THE CITY IS BURNING LIVES ARE DYING I CAN’T BREATHE YOU NEED TO GO QUICKLY!” I asked the man if he was okay. He said nothing. I quickly walked away. The blood on my feet trailed while I was walking. 
                                                                ~Satanacus~
Once I got into the tower, another member with the mask of a lamb greeted me. “We come with good news. Satan has successfully conquered Ma’villion. We have more members.” Judging by his mask, I could see that he was in the circle of Inferos, which meant that he was a high ranking member. “Also, Satan has told me that he has found the mask of Tuven'kailis which shall give him the power of water. "Have we conquered Anubis' Island yet?" "Satan has sent members of the Tuvai Circle to battle Anubis' forces." "Goodbye." I walked to the Sacrifice Sanctuary. 
                                                          ~Zebaculon~
Prisoners, prisoners, prisoners. They are so easy to subdue. The only ones that are hard are those Anubis fools. It's very fun to be the Lead Sacrificer. "Sir, here are 10 new Anubis Tsainctums." "I shall dispose of this scum." "Please, spare me." "You lost that choice when you allowed Anubis to mark you the Eye of Ra." I picked up my staff. "Hostia, victima es iam absentis. et devorabunt et subicient inferos hoc magis. The victim screamed as his flesh started to incinerate. His eyes turned a ghastly yellow and his arms and legs started to burn. His head started bleeding. His skin melted into liquid. His last words still ring in my head. "You.....you will be damned for eternity!" His outer body melted. His bones were the only thing left. ~Chapter 3 - Scylla and Charybdis~"Father, why must we train? The Saints of Satan grow so close, and your weak spells wont protect us." The father replied, "You want to learn more powerful spells? Okay. How about we learn the Shattering spell?" "Concutere hostem occidere rutilent!" He pointed it at a nearby lamb. When the bright red light hit the animal, it's skin shattered and blood leaked through the cracks. The animal's body fell on the ground. The son said, "Father, can we still work on our other spells?', with a sad voice. "Sure!", the father said.Memories come to me a lot. The Saints make me nervous. My father always warned me, "If the Saints come for you, trust in god." I did. The saints are after me. I can't hide. This kind family took me in. "Mark, would you like to accompany my son on a trip? He needs protection from the Saints, and we are honored to have a wizard in our house!" "Sure.", I responded, half thinking. We walked out of the door. "Excuse me, but if the Saints do come after us, can you teach me a few spells?" "Sure, but you can't use it unless battling. First, the Shattering Spell, concutere hostem occidere rutilent'''. This spell pierces the skin of it's victims and causes them to bleed to death." The kid asked me questions over and over again, but I didn't answer. I remember my best friend, Aquilla Malum. I'll go and stop by his house and ask if he can feed us. "-and that's why my family never went there again!", the kid finished. 
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