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his lungs, ran down the hallway and up the stairs to the Grand Hall. Then he ran down with his lantern in hand and back to his bedroom and fell asleep.

The glittery edge of the silver knife was glowing in a moonlight that seemed to come from nowhere. She looked into those now grey-red eyes as they shone against her. They were Lucifer's eyes. She saw that those eyes were the eyes of original sin. Cathy was a simple girl, but she could tell well from evil. And as the man with a maniac smile slowly sunk his silver phallus into her shaking belly, she let out a silent scream ... and saw the truth.

There was no way of telling where this was going to end.
He felt as if was a ball being tossed between devils.
Alexander went to the Alexander Room where he knew there was a bottle of mead.
He drank it in one fast gulp and was chased by demons all the way to his room.

"I am the devil. I am the archangel God had wanted to abolish.
The archangel that rested among the favourite ones but who God abolished because he didn't want to let him perform and spread vanity around the galaxies. I am Lucifer and I have been escaping through the alternate realities for eons, avenging God...
"I am working through James Kelly who was raped by his father and sold to child labour by his mother because his father sold her body to a bunch of horny Jewish bankers ... His anti-Semitic hatred will spur a text on an alleyway wall where he falls a minute from now .
You are a part of a legend, love!“

This was an endless night, full of spite and envy.
No matter how he tried, there was no way he could prevent the dreams.
He slept maybe ten minutes at a time and all the time he had these horrid nightmares.

And so Cathy fell on the ground with a thud and the man began his work with meticulous precision. Soon enough he was running through the foggy nights with a bloody knife in his hands, a maniac smile on his lips. Someone had stood in a doorway and seen him run. But that didn't worry him, for a demon was dancing the boogaloo in his eyes and the demon was on his side. He ran and ran until he fell and hit his nose, wiping his blood away with Cathy's shawl, smiling at the mixed blood types. That is when he found the chalk and wrote the text on the wall. He knew how to write. He was not incredibly smart , but clever enough to write down a text about his past . A text that referred to his mother and the horny Jews and that she didn't love him like she use to when she became a whore. He had escaped the foster home after a year to kill his father. And so he thought: Revenge is here at last. I am killing my mother again and writing myself out of sin.

The jewes are the men that won't be blamed for nothing

"There ya go, ya old creep!“
So he dressed like the Jewish bankers and was killing the whores just to feel the sense of justice pumping through his veins at last. That's why he would lay down and cry on his flat floor in Whitechapel to feel like those bankers would've felt when the whores were so mutilated they could not be shagged any more . His eyes looked up and his head looked down. He smiled, threw the chalk, dropped the scarf, and ran away to Whitechapel High Street, where he lived. Only a demon could have so much fun. Jack is back, the billboards would read tomorrow morning. And just about now a bobby would find drying blood on the pavement and throw up when he saw Cathy lying there in that small square dead as a doornail.

Alex fell to his knees, slapped his trembling hands against his mouth and shut a muffled shout of acute trepidation, as soon as he was left in the darkness again. He could feel the darkness around him, spitting on his future coffin and rubbing its groin in the face of sacrilege. Alex tried again to stand up, but found that his knees were much too weak to stand at all. He fell to the floor and tried to stand again. But fell as second and a third time. Belinda, where are you now?
When he looked up again in that darkened hallway, a third vision tormented his mind.

He was on a hill now. It was dark. A creature with small horns, crouched over perversely, was standing next to him, tormented by a storm, screaming. He was obviously in pain.
Lightning struck the crucifix numerous times and the sound of the thunder was deafening. The sound of the crying women grew stronger and stronger until he thought his ears would burst. He clutched them. He clutched his red ears together and green blood started oozing out. His eyes turned white and his mouth opened wide in a choked, hoarse scream, while he scratched his face, looking like a sad, unimportant, cowardly freak in a circus. No way would one believe that this creature was God's enemy number one. Now he looked like a dumb single red painted mutant of a man whom no woman would touch even if she where asked to by mercy.
The women screamed more and more and suddenly, in the illusions of his eye, the crawled up to him, eyes open wide and the iris looking like islands in a white sea. Lucifer looked at them and for the first time he was scared to tears. He looked into their eyes and there were crosses in them now in stead of irises. One of them said: "Do you knooow... your Judas helped your Jesus?" He looked at the cross again and saw the son of God looking down on him and smiling. He closed his eyes and shook his eyes: "This can't be happening!" He looked at his hands and on them were crosses upside down. He sobbed. "No!" He looked back at the women. Their eyes were open. "...founded Christianity!" Lucifer said: "What?" The women nodded. "You tried to crush God, but all you did was help found Christianity!“
There was a loud bang and suddenly St. Michael was there , with his sword in his hand and shining above the cross , his white cape flapping in wind and his all too familiar black hair and black iris producing so much purified hatred against him that it made him want to scream . Two of the souls he hated most in the universe in one place. This was a nightmare .The moon shone on Michael's back and the sky behind him thundered. He knew that God was within the soul of that moon and was looking at Lucifer with calm intent of a maker scorned. "You have hurt my son!“
Then he saw Michael's serious face looking like a Greek bronze statue raising his finger and pointing at him. He gasped. A white tunnel of light shone through it. It approached Lucifer and suddenly he was in it. He was in a white room. The light was too bright. He could not see. He ... was ... on ... He was on a balcony. In a red robe. There was a crowd below him screaming words at him. He could not hear what it was they were saying.
Then Lucifer was there and he started screaming: "I CURSE YOU, BASTARD!" so loud that he felt he would never be able to hear again.

Alex stood up, screamed and rushed as fast as he could back toward his room, slipped and fell and hit his knee bloody, but stood up again clutching it. He reached the bedroom, entered it and closed the door, locked it and went back to bed. The rain was still clicking on the window pane. He felt like an ant that had no way in finding his way out of a giant maze. He felt like a helpless child.
The fourth vision was on its way now, creeping up like an old war wound.
Sieglinde, where are you now?

He was in Rigor Mortis. Lucinda was there. There was a new vision now taking over his mind and squeezing it like a grape. She looked up to the painting above the fireplace that showed Iuventus Sacrum as it had been thirty years earlier , raised her glass and drank. She belched and raised her glass in a toast: " Here is to you, you pompous ass!"
The bat started sniggering behind her back and she turned around quickly and looked them in the eyes and said: "One more snigger and you will suffer!" She turned to the painting again and smiled : "Lucinda is back !"
She turned around to the windows. She flung them wide open, outside raged a fierce thunderstorm, the thunder ear deafening in volume. She turned around and screamed at the storm at the top of her lungs, her dress fluttering and her hair flying, her fists crashing themselves bloody at the window-pane.
Suddenly, then, he was there, smiling. As she had provoked him for thirty years, disobeying every rule he had given her, now as a small revenge he had implanted pure hate into her black heart and made her wait. A bolt of lightening whooshed through the window and into the room. She jumped and backed up a few feet as it circled the hall four times, going up and down and back and forth , bouncing on doorframes and crashing windows , finally landing on the chandelier . A loud crashing thunderous noise was heard and he landed laughing lowered from the ceiling. His feet touched the floor and his cape settled from its own breeze.
"Lucinda" He said, smiling. She giggled like a teenager. "Welcome to hell!"
Lucinda ran up to him overwhelmed with the joy of great hate and together they embraced each other hard laughing and screaming, breaking vases and kicking dwarves, scratching at each other’s faces and punching each other in the stomach, having a wonderful time rolling around the floor. Then they picked up a book and read from it.
And shivered:

THE REVERSED GOSPEL ACCORDING TO SATAN - Chapter 666

LUCINDA and ADNICUL were now outside the gates of hell. Standing guard was Nero with a two-headed hyena named Gighis the Hunn. From time to time the one head spat and screamed and the other nodded and smiled.
As they opened the gates to the pit, LUCINDA looked down into a red, wet hot throat. The sounds coming from down there were cries for help. She was led down the downhill path to a carriage that took them into the snake pit.
Finally down on the ground she realized the floor was alive and people's heads were sticking up out of it. Some were buried into the cave walls and some were hanging from the ceiling. There was every possible sinner here and every possible sin.
She saw past, current, future and even alien sinners who had died on earth. She saw lawyers and captains and monsters and whores and plumbers and oarsmen and kings and even a nun or two and Alex saw them too.
ADNICUL walked in with her to the grand centre where
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