I pace back and forth in my tomb-- this sepulcher of darkness and death, never seeing the light of stars or feeling the pull of the Moon. Long ago they sealed me up in this accursed concrete box in the park of the dead and left me for the conqueror worm. Saying that I was evil, they tortured and killed me on the rack, trying to force a confession of my alliance with Satan of the Infernal Kingdom.
"Confess!" Howled the priests of the
crucified god. "Confess or Die." They
gave me no options. They had already
destroyed my wife at the flaming stake,
and now they wanted me. As the fire
of torment rushed through my body, I
cursed these bastards with all of my
heart and soul. In my mind's eye, I
scooped up molten brimstone and flung
it at them! At the time, I had never
consorted with the Devil, no not once!
But as my defilement by these cloaked
sons of a mad god continued, I threw
back my head and asked Satan to
Avenge me! "Fill me with the power of the Infernal
Kingdom," said I , as a grunt of rage-
soaked pain escaped my constricted
breast. "Lord Satan, give me the power
to destroy these vermin who torment
me so. Give me the power to tear out
their throats and rip out their immortal
souls that I might present them to you
as an unholy offering on the last day."
"I curse them and their children, and I
shall offer them up to you in blood-
soaked rags of sack cloth and ashes, for
they are rightfully yours." Oh, the hot
coals on my eyes began to cook the
limitations and love for a hateful god
out of my brain as I lay there in agony
and despair. The pain ground on, but I
clenched my teeth and spat my curse at
them with all of my power and will.
"Satan, Satan, where for art thou
Satan?" Where was the Dark Lord who
could offer me succor in my time of
need. "Lord Satan, raise me up from
this place of despair!" Oh, my misery
made me twist and turn in the grip of
the rack, and then blackness-- nothing.
My spirit floated free above my ruined body that the sons of the Nazarene had destroyed on their evil device of hatred, intolerance and vengeance. Words would do no good now, but there was a dark one who appeared and held out His hand unto me, saying: "Thou hast done well my servant. Thou hast called upon my name in thine hour of need, and I have answered thee. Thou art free of their clutches and are free to enter the joys of the abyss of Summer Land where thou shalt makest thine eternal home in plenitude and delight.
Wouldest thou carest to have the return of thine spouse, or wouldest thou carest for another? "No, I will keep my wife," said I, as she has served me well and is of great value to me." "To me too," answered Lord Satan with a faint smile. "I forget not mine own!" "Come with Me for now, my son, and enjoy all that I have given thee against the day of awakening when thou shall have thine unholy revenge and visit thine hatred upon the descendants of those who have needlessly destroyed thee in their evil passion, before their mad god of the desert-- thine day shall come."
I was so happy in Summer Land that I soon forgot my time of suffering. My wife was restored unto me as a young maiden, even more beguiling than I remembered her in my youth. I had all that any man would want, and not a day went by without my giving thanks to my Lord Satan and the Principalities and Powers of Hell who kept us safe from the bands of marauding angels who wished even the destruction of our spirits.
But now I awaken in my tomb, this sepulcher of rock and concrete. Why am I here? Oh yes, my curse! I remember my hatred and my vow of vengeance! What was it that my Lord Satan said unto me so long ago in my time of pain? Something about rising up and fulfilling my vengeance upon the third and fourth generations? Yeah verily, the last days must be near, for I have returned to the place of men, not through birth, but through resurrection. I am a nightmare now. I look horrible, like the grim reaper, or perhaps, one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse! My hatred knows no bounds, and I shall howl at the Moon in praise and thankfulness for my time of seething and merciless vengeance. The corpses of mine enemies shall rot upon the cold earth, for I am here!
Yes, my day of vengeance has arrived. I pace back and forth in my dark and musty cell, questioning and waiting... Then it came! The sound of scraping! I hear a strange noise that sounds of the roaring of many great beasts, and hear the metallic scraping of a great shovel of metal upon the outside surface of my crypt. I feel the strain that the great beast places upon my chamber and hear a great cracking noise as light appears through the crumbling stone.
It is not a beast a all, but a great, yellow machine with a shiny, metal blade that digs earth. Surely, there was nothing like this in my time. A man perches upon a tiny, black seat at the rear of the machine and works small levers back and forth in his gloved hands. The crack opens wider and with a lunge, I am free!
