I could barely breathe, but when he spoke, something in me snapped awake.
His angelic eyes glowed red—too red to be holy.I couldn't answer, not while dying, but he didn't seem bothered.
"Oh, right. You can't talk like this," he chuckled. "Let me make it easer.I can grant you unimaginable power, far beyond your mortal mind.But your soul will be mine to command… like your mother's.If you accept, take my hand."
Shock froze me.
My mother… made a deal with someone like him?
Or worse—was she still alive?
My hand moved before I realized it. Our fingers touched.Darkness swallowed me whole.
I woke up naked on the ground of some strange park.
The "angelic" man was staring at the moon. When he noticed me, he grinned.
"Congrats. Welcome to the walking world again."
I had no idea if he had saved me or ruined me.All I wanted was answers:Is my mother alive?What contract did I make?And—who the hell was he?
He laughed so hard he almost fell.
When he finally stopped, he smirked.
"I liked you more when you were dead.Anyway. First: I promised your mother not to tell you anything about her or what happened at that temple you dream about.Second: I am the Lightbringer.The fallen angel. Lucifer. Whatever you want."
My stomach dropped.
"Our contract means your soul is mine—like all my subjects in Hell and the living world. In exchange, you become a devil. Not a full demon yet, but getting there.To summarize:you're basically my bitch."
My mind overloaded.
I stayed silent for ten minutes and smoked, ignoring the blood on the cigarette.
Finally, I asked,"So what does it mean to be a demon? And your 'bitch,' asshole? I'm new to this shit."
He sighed.
"Listen, Sammael.You're free to do whatever you want but i only ask two things of you:
First: spread corruption and wickedness wherever you go. Devils exist to ruin God's playground.Second: when I need you, you will serve me—even if it costs your life.
And being a devil? Means that when God ends this world, you'll come to Hell.Don't worry—I'll be there with you."
He took my cigarette and inhaled.
"Oh—I almost forgot. I'll assign one of my servants to teach you our ways.And you've probably noticed your face and body have changed due to Soul corruption and all.The Sammael who lived in this town is still dead.No one will recognize you.And eventually, you'll forget everything too.."
He stepped away and throwed my cigarette.
"That's all. See you around, Sammael."
And with that, he vanished.
Leaving me with one truth:
The old Sammael is dead.
***
After learning that my mother was involved with an ancient creature — something that resembles the embodiment of evil itself — it finally made sense why she died so suddenly.Why she vanished from my life without a trace.
Changing my family name started sounding like the smartest decision I could ever make.
Not that I had the right to judge anyone anymore.I belong to him now.I'm his fog, his servant, his bitch — pick whichever word hurts more.And worst of all:
I have nowhere to go.
After my rebirth, everything that made me "me" was erased.No ID.No home.No legal existence.Nothing.
Except for one place I needed to see with my own eyes — the temple of the fallen.The same temple from my dreams.The same place my mother stepped into before everything went to hell.
But before that… I had to visit my "former home," I guess.
The dark alleys I used to walk through.The forsaken park where I spent half my life hiding.The convenience store where I bought cigarettes and cheap booze just to numb myself.
And lastly… home.
People might ask, "What about your friends? Your loved ones?"Those people clearly never knew me.
I haven't had a friend since my mother died.My old classmates said I became "gloomy, sarcastic, depressing to look at."As if grief was something I chose.
And besides — my existence has been erased from the world.So I wanted to see if I mattered at all.If anyone missed me.If anyone noticed the space I used to fill.
After all… they were supposed to be my family.
I stopped by the park first.
When I was a kid, my family used to play here. Before the "accident."Can I even call it an accident anymore, after what Lucifer told me?
There was a tree near the old swingset — the tree where my mother and I used to sit.She'd read her books to me, talk about her day, her work, her life.I listened to every word like it was sacred.
She was my idol.Golden hair, blue eyes — she really did look like an angel.
Once, after I cried to her about bullies and about Dad, she gently held my hands and said:
"It's okay to cry, Sammael. Don't hold it in.Your father may seem cruel, but he only repeats what was done to him.He loves you — even if he doesn't know how to show it.And those bullies? They act like that because they're jealous.If you let it break you, you prove them right.Now tell me their names, alright?"
I hugged her so tightly that day.I didn't want to lose her warmth.Didn't want to lose her voice.
But I lost everything.
The strange thing is…I always cry when I remember her.Every memory of her used to split my chest open.
But today, not a single tear fell.
I don't know why.Maybe my soul really is changing.Maybe devils don't cry.
But I didn't come here to admire memories.Or to carve another message into the bark of that old tree.
No.
I came here to burn it all —to turn the past into ashesand destroy whatever pieces of my mother and myself still lingered here.