Hells Lost Letters: Short Story

 

Dear Diary…

Hell is a four-letter word that puts the word fear in most people mind. Well for a  guy like me Hell and fear are a reality.  Weeks, months and years have passed since I have seen the outside world. All I know is that I am somewhere, where screams, pleas, and desperation cannot be heard. 

I picture trees and secret pathways surrounding me, Somewhere deep within the bush, with a broken old bridge over a mountain of laver, which also happens to be my out.

My soul was shattered along time ago, and to tell you the truth I don’t know why? I did some things wrong in my life, but so does everyone else.

A lot of my life doesn’t make sense to me, and to be honest with my soul being shattered, I don’t really remember much of my life anyway.

Some days I remember certain things, most I confuse with déjà vu.

I am apparently known for a lot of bad things.

-Omens

-The king and Granter of Sins.

-The soul of pure Evil.

 

I fell for my sins along time ago, and all I want is a little bit of forgiveness.

Day in and day out, I beg for help, for someone to take me away from all of this.

Some people call him God. And for some Apparent Reason he does not answer to me anymore.

I don’t know why I write to this thing called evil.

It is obvious I am the Creator of Omens, The Granter of Sins and the Soul of pure evil.

My name is Satan.