May 20, 2028
The Devil is among us now, but so is God. The battle between good and evil has always existed, but humanity has never seen what I have. I must speak the truth and talk to whoever will listen. I've been gifted to see the horrors and beauty of the Earth and understand the necessity for the Yin-Yang effect. However, I will die on this hill, fighting for my beliefs, my friends, and my family. And while I am at the end of one story, I must go back for you to understand just how much Heaven and Hell on Earth there is.
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Volcán Masaya
Nicaragua 1993
The Inauguration story of Pure Evil erupted at midnight beneath the Masaya volcano. Death rose in human form late April-early-May in the hottest and dryest part of Nicaragua. A nanny cam captured his disturbing entrance before flames engulfed the small screen.
In the darkness of a caldera, bats gathered and chirped as they squeezed through crevices. The inside of the volcano was outlined by glimmering graphite lava, and low grumbling sounds echoed through the ashy tunnels until a monstrous roar resounded and awoke the haunting volcano with violent sulfuric smoke.
The tiny white-winged bats flew towards a small crack at the bottom of the elevation and entered the basaltic volcano. Their innocent souls discovered Pure Evil as a portal from the beyond awakened, creating a gaping black hole deep in the heart of the Masaya.
As the black hole widened, molten rock from the active volcano disintegrated and released harmful gases and toxins. In a matter of seconds, the eruption devoured the town of Nicaragua.
Down the street and around the corner of the spitting volcano, a retired Air Force One Captain started his morning routine. He showered and shaved. Then, dressed in his finest suit and tie, the captain met his wife of 55 years for their regular appointment.
The older gentleman man smiled at the note taped to the mirror, admired his wife's handwriting, and combed back his white-grey hair. After he silently paid his respects to his wife, the captain swallowed his vitamins and ambled downstairs.
The captain stood in the middle of his opulent kitchen, gazing at the photographs of his beloved wife on the wall. He grinned at a snapshot of her at sixty, encircled by her ex-pupils during her retirement celebration as a teacher. The man grabbed a mug but was interrupted by a loud slamming sound from his front chamber.
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Despite being familiar with dire situations, the former captain courageously approached the door to find a young girl hyperventilating and covered in ash. The man pulled the door open and quickly welcomed the girl with shock.
The captain noticed the little girl's dark hair messy with frizzy curls and ash smudges near her eyes from wiping her tears. The girl tried to speak, but her shaking legs collapsed, and trauma responded by shutting down her neurotic system. Eventually, she fell asleep in the captain's arms.
Panicking, the captain, with a limp, picked up the girl and cradled her against his chest, staring out the window. He searched for the reason for her dishevelment, but he could see nothing. Then, after he opened his front door, his brain momentarily collapsed, observing the piping hot and grey lava flowing over the chipped Earth and moving with a speed of vengeance.
The captain limped down the street to the nearest bus and left her in the front seat before leaving again.
"Captain, the Masaya has erupted. We all have to get to safety," the driver panicked, watching him endanger himself and a hundred other worried citizens.
"Please, my wife is home. Just let me get back to her," the captain pleaded with his aching leg in shambles. Annoyed bystanders shouted to leave him, and despite the driver's kindness, the captain had already vanished from the bus's perspective.
The captain returned to his beautiful Victorian house in pieces among his large property. His entire world fell apart, and he sifted through the remains, pinpointing a black and white photo from 1938, his wedding portrait.
The captain pulled his old pilot cap from a pile of ashes and placed it on his head. Then, he kissed his wife's image before it disintegrated in his fingers. Still, the captain held onto his duty to protect whatever was left of his beloved wife.
He remained on the ground, smoking another bold Regius cigar, when a dark cloud of smoke invaded his personal space. A taller and darker figure slowly revealed himself. Eventually, the unknown being appeared human, barefoot and naked, with grey ashy skin.
The captain stood with a stone-cold expression and watched the frightening figure walk effortlessly through the lava. Despite identifying the potential danger, the creature's bizarre cryptic movements hypnotized the captain in his spot.
The figure emitted such an aura of intense wickedness that's captivating yet sinful. It possessed extraordinary powers that made the human anatomy freeze solid. Only the eyes of the captain moved, and they followed the invader everywhere.
Suddenly, a sleek black Armani suit materialized and molded to fit the man's form. Lava slipped off his shoulders and formed into a perfectly knotted red tie on his collarbone. The Devil came to town that day with an insidious plan.
The ominous figure with sandy eyes confidently approached the town and spotted the captain hiding among his debris. A sinister grin appeared on the being's red lips as charcoal Oxfords left lava sizzling in the sulfuric air.
The captain coughed and struggled to breathe as dark volcanic rings of smoke covered the rising sun. Suddenly, his incredible blue eyes met the tip of the oxfords, and when the captain looked up, he saw the name Azrael inscribing itself onto the being's forehead—the Angel of Death.