Lucifer's Autobiography

Lucifer's Autobiography

Volume I

The case of John Black

Contents

 A Letter : 

1. Chapter 1 ": '' Aut viam inveniam aut facium ''

2. Chapter 2 : '' veni, vidi, vic i" 

3. Chapter 3 : '' Saepe ne utile quidem est scire quid futurum sit ''

A Letter 

'' literra scripta manet "

To: You

From: Benetha Mark

 

Subject: A Preface and a warning

 

Dear Reader, 

I hope this letter finds you in the best of health.

I, Benetha Mark, am an archaeologist who has supervised many excavations and uncovered numerous significant artifacts pertinent to the mission of uncovering the past solving the giant jigsaw puzzles left behind by our ancestors, making our perceptions of the bygone days more accurate.

 This artifact was discovered on 6/06/2026 in an excavation supervised by Dr. Henry Barnfield and me in New Orleans, Louisiana.

 Originally written in Latin, this manuscript was carbon-dated and was detected to be around 2000 years old. Unfortunately, some pages of this book were lost during the excavation.

We, archaeologists, are trying our best to recover them.

 I have picked a very peculiar and bloody tale from those tales, a prophecy of a criminal case recorded in 2022. The case of John Black.

 It is a narration of the actual case by the king of devils, Satan himself, almost 2000 years before the people mentioned even existed.

 This book is dedicated to those who love Horror and Paranormal stories. 

*Warning:*

 

This book is not for the faint of heart.

 

Regards,

Benetha Mark

Head of the Department of Archaeology,

Boston, MA

Chapter 1 

 '' Aut viam inveniam aut facium '' 

"Aut viam inveniam aut facium" 

(I shall either find a way or make one)

Dear Reader,

I am the prince of darkness, Lucifer.

Both are the names of the greatest Antichrist that has ever existed.   

 I, the Devil, present to you my memoirs.

Some of you may not believe in me, but believe it or not, I am somewhere near you, snacking on some pure, delicious soul. I will come for you as your doom one day, and that, I promise.

I will distract you, destroy your family, manipulate you, create fear in you; I will take it all from you and believe me, for I, the king of demons, give my word for it.

The Devil

Chapter 2

"veni, vidi, vici" 

It was three in the morning. Aah! What a perfect time to go hunting for pure, innocent souls!

I swiftly glided past the handful of people in the silent street.

There weren’t many people on the streets of Chestnut lane. Most of them were busy with small gadgets that people of your kind call a “mobile phone.”

There is an entirely different department that supervises these gadgets and selects the best ones that provide portals to humans whom we can possess. And for those, Apple phones are one of the best. It was created for this purpose through a man, a representative of devils, christened Steve Jobs. The half-eaten apple represents the mistake of Adam and Eve, the fault in humankind.

I can see the look on your face. If you humans can get modern, then why can’t demons? After all, there was a quote by some Dawkin or Darwin guy that only the most adapted species survive. Yes, I read the stuff written by you people, and have also read the trash humans have written about us demons. We aren't so preposterous as to fall in "love" with pesky and puny humans. We aren't mythical creatures that can be tamed and taught to love. We aren't your pets.

The most insulting book ever is Twilight. Utter blasphemy. Like seriously, do you expect a vampire to do all that?

But coming back to what I was telling you, these kinds of possessions aren't very common, but they will be the future of possessions. As the king, I have ensured that enough research is put into that field. Of course, reading this you humans will be rolling on the floor

laughing, but just remember, it’s all fun and games until I come for you.

Suddenly, a strong, rancid and fetid odor entered my nostrils. It was the unmistakable strong odor of alcohol. I shook my head. No. He wasn’t a “pure” enough soul. Only the purest souls made the best snack. I sat at the top of one of the statues in the cemetery, waiting for some pure soul to pass by. I waited for 13 minutes till all my patience was exhausted and then decided to settle with a not-so-pure soul. I started on the trail of another man. He seemed to be coming back from work. No, no, he wasn’t perfect either. I sighed. It is exhausting, you know, to sit all night and not find a pure soul to snack on. 

 Before declaring him my prey, I decided to check with one of my assistants, the devil of greed, Mammon. It turned out that he didn’t have luck either. As we sat together, wondering what to do, I observed an Anglo-French brunette walking past me. Her eyes were glowing like stones of emerald adorned on her fair, moonlike face. She turned her head gracefully and winked at me. She was wearing an off-white strapless crop top and a velvet emerald-green body-fitting mini skirt that barely reached her knees. 

I grinned. It was one of my assistants.I don’t mean the shape-shifting kinds. She was a mortal human like you but had special powers. Like some people have been granted special powers to serve the Lord of Heaven, whom you call “saints”; similarly, some humans have special abilities to serve the Lord of Hell.”

She assisted me by breaking hearts and making people lose hope in god. And then the angels of darkness did our job. Usually, her victims would be innocent people unaware of her true nature.

By winking, she had given me a sign that she had made freshly minted broken hearts. I walked towards the bar. I stopped abruptly on the way. Finally! A pure soul! Ah, readers, you might be a trifle bewildered about how I could tell, but trust me, I know a pure soul when I smell one. It has a warm, fuzzy, and friendly vibe and scent like that of nice, rich hot chocolate and lovely roasted marshmallows on a cold winter evening. Immediately, me and Mammon decided him to be our prey.

At first glance, I could see the sincerity in his eyes and feel the piousness and sanctity in his soul. These kinds of souls are just perfect. My companion and I shadowed this pure spirit.

He was of fair complexion and was an ideal Aryan, who would suit my assistant, Hitler’s selective palate. He had fine, gentlemanly features with kind, soft, and altruistic silver-blue eyes. The cerulean blue in his eyes blended in with the silver lining of his iris as the shades of the sky blended in at dusk. Like the fiery, crimson setting sun in the sky, his dark pupils sat on their thrones.

He was coming back from work. His client meeting had gone late into early morning due to the time difference between his and the client’s local time. He sighed as he glanced at his watch.

His wild mess of raven-black silk covered his face. He ran his hand through his hair, putting his hair back in place.

He was looking forward to going home. I crept up behind him. A bitter breeze blew, causing him to shiver. He hugged himself and rubbed his elbow. He looked back nervously as he sensed someone following him. While his head was turned behind, a speeding scooter honked loudly, distracting him. He got out of the way and increased his pace of walking.

My companion and I had to keep up. So we ditched the idea of walking and spread our dark wings.

At his door, he put down his bag, put his hand in his pocket, and looked around for something. Failing in the attempt, he felt for the object in his other pocket. Not finding it there, he looked around in his bag and under the doormat in confusion and anxiety. 

He looked up as he heard the sound of the rusty hinges of the door opening slowly and smiled a weak, soft smile at the lady at the door. She led him in and picked up his bag. We quickly followed inside as the door closed behind us.

"Lucy," the young man called out to who was, apparently, his wife. "Where are the keys?" he asked in a husky voice. 

"You left them at home, honey," she replied, entering the living room with two china plates in her hand.

"Thanks dear" he said as he took his plate. "You didn't eat?"

"I was waiting for you," she said as she took up her plate. "Besides, I had other things to do." she continued as she sprinkled salt on her salad. 

She paused in between to look into his eyes and smile at him. 

"That's really nice," John said, pointing at a painting of a ginger, chartreuse-eyed cat enveloped in a green velvet fabric, looking down on the observer.

Lucy's cognac eyes twinkled at this remark. "I made it," she told him with pride in her voice.

This little conversation was enough to tell me that they were a newly wedded couple. So much love, so much devotion. 

The petals of love were still blooming like fresh red roses. They had just begun. "This is so tragic," I remarked to Mammon, who smiled at my remark. "very...tragic," he said, rubbing his palms.

The grandfather clock on the wall struck four, and Mammon and I proceeded to our abode, resolving to be back here at 3 a.m. the next day.

Chapter 2 

"Saepe ne utile quidem est scire quid futurum sit"

So we set out at 2:59 a.m. the next day. This time, we found him in a deep sleep in his bed. I crept up beside him and patted him on his head. "Sleeping like a baby," I hissed softly into his ear.

He woke up with a start and sat upright on his bed. He looked around in confusion and tried to locate the source of the sound. It seemed to be coming from beside his bed. But there was no one there. 

Let me correct, there was no ONE out there. There were two. Two demons standing at his bedside. We laughed as he looked around for the person who had disturbed his slumber.

Unable to find the source of the sound, he lay his head on the pillow again, attempting to sleep again, but life had some other plans, so sleep did not settle on his eyelids. He lay still in his bed for a long time trying to fall asleep. I dismissed Mammon of his services and geared up for this possession. It was going to be fun!

I gripped him tightly and paralyzed him. I started entering his body. Aah! The sheer bliss I felt as I penetrated him, I was high, really high, on this pure spirit. I seeped into him as water seeped in through the cracks of the ceiling, and dripped down, drop by drop; I dissolved into him as the salt had dissolved in the ocean millions of years ago; I attacked his soul as doom attacked the doomed and sucked all the piousness out of him as the blackhole sucks even the slightest trace of any thing that dares to wander near its event horizon.