Look at this foolish human! He claimed that he reveled in pain and that he would have a great time in Hell. It was as if this kingdom was like an amusement park. I loathed his bravado and determination. So I continued to penalize him in a variety of ways. As a result of these penalties, he suffered, and he still does, along with the other damned souls. Nevertheless, he kept begging for more suffering. Out of frustration, I fidgeted, drummed on the armchair of my throne, and even furiously scratched my head. I was running out of patience! I've always taken pleasure in inflicting pain and suffering on these wretched people.

In the past, before Raymond descended into Hell, I used to always release wide smiles and raucous laughter when the damned souls were suffering in my powerful torments. Oh, these pitiful human souls! I could keep punishing them for all eternity. But I despised it when one single soul relished my punishments. What's the purpose of damning this pathetic guy if he delights in being punished?

Raymond Reid. What a pitiful and repulsive human being! He was a well-known serial killer. He was dubbed the “nocturnal stalker.” He tormented, raped, and murdered individuals, particularly children and women. He did it in my name! He was completely obsessed with me. He prayed to me and worshiped me. He offered his victims' blood to me, and as a result of his sacrifices, I grew stronger. There are still many occultists and true Satanists on the planet who continue to make offerings to me. They are completely loyal to me, and I despise them for it. I grant them their wishes while simultaneously bestowing dark magical powers on them, allowing them to commit horrific acts in my name!

Raymond Reid was despised by both rational people and police officers. But his groupies, or crazy female fans, adored him just because he was attractive and had amazing fashion sense. How pitiful can humankind get? People are getting dumber day by day. But I enjoyed their stupidity. Criminals frequently prey on the stupid. Stupid people are also easy to manipulate, and thus, they are also likely to commit crimes and other heinous activities.

I am Lucifer. I used to be an angel, but I rebelled against God. So he banished me from Heaven to Hell to punish sinners. I go by several different names. My other names included Satan, Samael, and Beelzebub. I prefer the name Lucifer. I am a bringer of light. I am the everlasting fire. However, I am also dark. I am doom. I've ruled this kingdom of Hell for billions of years, and I've always enjoyed being here! I enjoyed punishing people. Humans are God's preferred species. I adore giving them pain. I want to bring them down with me, just like God did with me.

I hate God. He punished me for refusing to submit to him. He also desired that I and the other angels serve humans. Disgusting! I refused to serve these dirty beasts. I am superior to them. I know, deep down, that the other angels do not want to serve humanity, but they have no choice but to obey God's commandment. So, I rebelled because I'd had enough! I didn't mind that I used to be God's favorite angel. I, too, wished to be a deity! I am now the god of Hell. I am pleased with who I am and what I do.

I was not going to allow a simple serial killer to beat me! I had to do something to make the punishments more severe. It must be something he will come to regret.

Aside from Raymond Reid, there were numerous serial killers and even terrorists in Hell. They, unlike him, always asked me to end their agony. But I never granted their request. Raymond was a one-of-a-kind soul in this miserable place. He never begged me to end his agony. On the contrary, he reveled in his misery. To be honest, he was getting on my nerves. I let my demons inflict their penalties on the obnoxious human, and they were slowly running out of ideas.

So, Raymond, like everyone else, was flung into Hell's massive, expanding fire, which was brighter and stronger than the fires on Earth. He screamed along with the other souls. He was also flung into a massive volume of ice, which was colder and more biting than Earth's ice. My demons buried all the souls in the soil, and the souls were attacked by worms that penetrated and circulated inside them. The demons served buckets of ice cream to the souls. When they opened the buckets, it was not ice cream but a swarm of stinky fish whipping and eating their faces.

I summoned Death. She suddenly appeared in front of me. She was more beautiful than ever.

"Good evening, Lucifer," she greeted. Her voice was dark, feminine, and sultry, yet powerful. She was courteous, and she never considered me to be superior to her. It's because I'm not better than her. We are equals.

Her strong presence sent shivers down my spine. I was aroused. She was a femme fatale. But I successfully hid my fascination with her.

"Good evening, Death.” I greeted her back in a voice full of command.

"What made you summon me?" She immediately inquired of me. She was curious as to why I had called her. As always, she didn't have time for chit-chat; she needed to get things done swiftly.

"What do you know about Raymond Reid?" I responded to her.

"Well, Raymond Reid was an infamous serial killer who had his brain damaged and had a terrible childhood," she answered. "His skull was also traumatized, which is why he is so..." She circled her index finger around to the side of her temple, indicating that the person we were discussing was insane.

“How did he react when you attacked him with that sickle?" I asked her.

She revealed, "He was standing, trying to keep calm, but his eyes grew large, reflecting the blade as it came closer to him."

"I see," I replied, "so even though he claims that he loves pain, which he does, he still feels fear just like any other human."

"I believe so," she agreed.

"Okay, Death, I’m done asking you questions. You can go now," I told her.

Death left Hell.

Whoosh! A strong typhoon emanated in the air. A dark portal appeared. The portal sent heavy rains and lightning. The demons and souls in hell were startled; they opened their eyes wide, gasped, and froze. But I remained calm.

Death entered the dark portal that made her travel anywhere she wanted to go. Then the portal closed up and disappeared like a big bubble. Everything went back to normal, like nothing happened. The demons and souls returned to their usual inflicting and receiving of punishments.

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I realized now that I could beat Raymond Reid. I found that, despite his love of pain, he was only a human. Like his fellow humans, he may feel emotions like fear, rage, love, hopelessness, and many others. I am the Devil, and he was merely a human. A repulsive, wicked, and pitiful human. I could torture him by combining these human emotions into my punishments. I have devised a plan.

I summoned the prominent German politician and former Chancellor who orchestrated the Holocaust and murdered many Jews worldwide. In this story, I'll refer to him as "the evil commander."

I also summoned Alistair Cliff, the infamous dark magician and occultist who, like Raymond Reid, was committed to and passionate about practicing dark magic his entire life. Bear in mind that Alistair Cliff was not a bad person who committed crimes. He simply enjoyed black magic, which is why he was condemned here to Hell. To be honest, I felt sorry for him. He wasn't an evil person. But God despised occultists who practiced "malevolent" magic, which is why he cast the great dark magician into Hell. If you’re going to ask me, that’s an example of divine injustice.

Now, tell me, who’s the evil deity? Hmm.

The Evil Commander and Alistair Cliff emerged out of thin air in front of me. They manifested and materialized out of nowhere. I introduced them to Raymond Reid.

Raymond Reid was overly polite, bordering on fawning, to Alistair Cliff. He bowed before him, bending half of his body so lowly that it almost reached his idol’s crotch area. I smirked a little at that sight.

"Greetings, Mr. Alistair Cliff; my name is Raymond Reid, and I am your biggest fan," the eager admirer stated.

The serial killer then continued: "You are one of the ultimate reasons I became a Satanist and occultist."

An awkward dead air electrified between them.

A massive grimace arose in the esteemed dark magician’s face. "Excuse me?"

Alistair Cliff was irritated. "I was and am not a Satanist!" He yelled. His face was flushed with rage. I laughed. My big, hearty laugh was heard all over this realm.

In a few seconds, Raymond asked Alistair. "But how can you not be a Satanist after meeting this wonderful and glorious being, our Dark Lord?"

To which Alistair replied in a sad and bitter tone, "How can I admire someone who punishes me on a daily basis? I despise Lucifer. I just used black magic to obtain what my heart desired. I'm not even sure I belong here. I am not a bad person. All I desired was for humanity to be open to magic, especially black magic. All I wanted was for them to accept their innate secret magical skills in order to simplify their lives and fulfill their deepest dreams. I never worshiped Satan, and I never urged others to do so!"

Ouch. Okay, Alistair. You really didn’t like me. Thanks for clarifying that.

Evil Commander chimed in, "Excuse me, Lucifer, but why are we with this disgusting child-molester and rapist?"

"Oh, I know who you are, you motherfucking Holocaust-bringer!" Raymond Reid exclaimed; his teeth clenched. "I am not a fan of you, and the Germans hated you, as well! Did you realize that the Jews and the rest of the world despise you? Yeah. They certainly do. They can't even speak your nasty name for fear of triggering the memories of distant relatives of your Jew victims and offending the general public. Yes, your name is synonymous to shite! If I'm being honest, we're the same. But at least I'm attractive, I still have followers and groupies. Nobody admires or respects you anymore, unlike when you were a powerful political leader. Everyone had now realized that you were an inept, selfish, and anti-sematic leader. Nobody uses your surname anymore, and you have no living relatives. You know what I'm going to call you? The mustache. That's your new nickname from now on," Raymond said his litany.

He spat on the hellish ground. "Now, go kill yourself again, few-rer!"

The Evil Commander stood silently; he was swept over with shame. A sense of tension engulfed us. Wow! Raymond Reid’s audacity and words impressed me! He totally roasted the evil tyrant. I knew the Evil Commander so well. He may have had power and charisma for the gullible masses, but he couldn’t handle criticism very well.

An unexpected turn of events unfolded.

"Bang!"

Smoke infiltrated my kingdom. An acrid smell hung in the air.

A gunshot filled the air. The Evil Commander shot himself in the head with a gun. He lay dead on the floor of Hell. We were all taken aback. They stood away slightly from the scene; their mouths and eyes were wide open. Wrinkles formed on the foreheads of the witnesses.

Well, except me. I kept my emotions hidden, as usual.

I broke the silence. "Well, that’s what we need for the spell," I stated.

"A spell?" Raymond inquired, out of sheer curiosity.

"Oh, right, Raymond," I said, as I maintained my composure and returned to business. "I had chosen to give you a gift because you were and still are my dedicated servant. I shall bring you back to life... as a werewolf."

"Sorry, I don't understand. Raymond scratched his head and replied. But he was clearly invested in what I was about to tell him.

"I'll turn you into a werewolf, and you'll return to Earth as the nocturnal stalker... with fangs!" I informed him, smiling widely and saying it in my excited voice. "Of course, you'll be reborn into a new male body with a new name."

"What the fuck?” Raymond exclaimed in disbelief. His eyebrows raised in astonishment, his mouth agape, and his eyes widened. He was utterly surprised.

"I know you’d be surprised," I replied, grinning in satisfaction.

"Wow, that's neat!" remarked Raymond.

"Indeed, it is," I concurred.

"Puncture the heart of the evil commander," I commanded Alistair.

"Yes, sir," Alistair said, and he nodded obediently. He followed my instructions. He knew that I would strike him with hell’s maroon lightning if he replied sarcastically. Just like I did in the past, before all of this happened.

I felt compelled to inform you. It wasn't the Evil Commander's original heart because it had decayed a long time ago. This was the heart of his soul. I explained to them that we needed the heart of the most horrible soul in Hell for our spell. So far, Evil Commander fits the bill.

"Great! Put it in the cauldron now!” I instructed the great dark occultist. He did as he was told.

"Pour some water into the cauldron and mix the heart and the onyx," I ordered Alistair.

Alistair had obtained this onyx from Hell's most remote and hazardous cave. It was the most dangerous since it featured venomous hanging snakes that could permanently murder your soul if bitten. Alistair was able to obtain the onyx without being injured. He'd known about this spell since yesterday. I had informed him about it.

But he had no idea that it was Raymond who would benefit from this spell.

"You should break the heart and the onyx into pieces. But, since we need to finish this spell right away, I'll help you," I told Alistair.

As soon as the green ray of light from my long finger struck the heart and onyx, they were smashed into small fragments. "Now mix it thoroughly until the mixture is as dark as ashes," I instructed Alistair.

He continued to mix. Finally, the combination took on the desired color and texture. The darkest, murkiest, stickiest crimson and black matter.

Great! In Los Angeles, where Raymond died, there is now a full moon. This is an excellent time for the spell! I handed Raymond the scroll containing the chant. The following was written on the scroll:

The evilest of hearts, the murkiest of souls

Give me the most dangerous mystical powers.

I want to reach my most desired goal.

Of being a reborn creature of the darkest hours

I will be a magnificent and strong creature filled with majestic fur.

Bathed in moonlight and granted the skills of a lycanthrope,

I will be a powerful and wild werewolf!

I told Raymond Reid to recite the chant, which he did enthusiastically. I also instructed him to consume the concoction as soon as possible. Because the concoction was stinky, he squeezed his nose while he ate it. He frowned. The mixture probably tasted awful, too.

Raymond Reid received his final penalty yesterday. As per his request, he was strapped into the electric chair. As 100,000 volts hit him, he screamed in pain. It was extremely painful because it had an extraordinarily high number of volts and could toast a person if done on Earth. But after that punishment, he came back to life in Hell.

Tonight, Raymond Reid became a werewolf. Thanks to the spell Alistair and I cast.