It finally comes to this moment. The time where I finally reveal myself to the world once again and give those who dare stand against me a taste of what shall come to pass. For far too long I have sat back in limbo waiting patiently for the moment…..no. For the chance to return to greatness! And thanks to my new pupil I have done just that. I am now at full power. I am now ready to take my place back in the world of the living. Peter Gilmour, you are nothing more than a wannabe. You're not dark. You're not evil. You wish to be but we both know that you can't become what Damien and I are. You can't be what so many others like you in the past have tried to become. The true epitome of evil! THAT is what I am. Do you know why Peter? Because I have no remorse! I have no pity and I have no soul. My heart is as black as they come. And now that I have returned, I am going to make an example out of you. No, not by fighting you. But by sacrificing you! I am going to make sure that you never forget your place in this world. I am going to make sure that you never forget who you really are and who you will never be!

DEAL WITH THE DEVIL

"I see" said the devil. He was looking at me to see if he could read my mind. I knew the rules though. He can tempt, influence, corrupt and do many other evil things. I knew the one thing he couldn't do was read my mind or anyone else's.

"You've never won anything in your life. You want me to help you win this one at all cost. You know of course what the cost will be right?"

"Let me guess, my soul?"

"Bingo. For the price of your soul, you can finally be a big winner. You won't have to sit idly by while others win things you should be winning."

I knew I had to take him up on this deal. That was perhaps the saddest thing of all. My entire life has been spent dreaming of being a big time movie director like Spielberg, Scorcese, Lucas, Cameron and even M. Knight Shyamalan. What a joke I was. I couldn't even win a fucking short film contest. How the hell do you lose to a duck doing nothing but sitting in fucking water who gets killed by a falling meteorite? I've been trying to do this since I was 13 years old. I used to make short horror films with my neighborhood buddies. Each year we would enter different contests and each year we lost. Eventually my friends got tired of it and moved on while I continue to struggle. I tried taking film courses in high school and college and yet here I was still trying to make it.

"Do we have a deal or are you still thinking about it?"

It was a fair question and I was still thinking about it. I remember horror magazines like Fangoria and Frightfest Monthly would have contests for short horror films for amateurs. The winner would get their film put on DVD and sold all over the country. One lucky fuck even managed to get noticed by Wes Craven!

"Yes...of course...it's a deal."

All that time I spent going to the movies. All the horror, science fiction, adventure and all I could do was watch. Nothing more. I could never be a part of it no matter how hard I worked. I guess my problem was that I could never get over those fuckers who would win each time I entered. I mean most of the entries were ok. Mediocre at best. But I knew I had what it took. I knew my stuff was a hundred times better. And yet, here I was still fighting to get noticed.

"So have you decided what your movie is going to be about?" The devil asked.

I couldn't help myself and had to laugh out loud.

"Well, funny you should ask. It's going to be about an amateur filmmaker who struggles to make it big in hollywood but can't. So he turns to the devil and makes a deal. His soul for fame and fortune."

"I like it. Sounds like a winner to me."

This was going to be it. I was finally going to win after being a goddamn loser my entire life. Now the guy i've been making short films with for the last few years is truly a loser. Jeff. He's 27 years old and hasn't had a real job since he was 19. He dropped out of college and quit or got fired from every job he ever had up until he was 19. He's always been loyal. I'll give him that. But he's always drinking and partying so much that he doesn't do anything else. But maybe now that this is going to happen, he'll turn his life around and we can truly be a success. We have a lot of work to do and this time it's going to pay off. BIG TIME!!

Jeff and I worked on the movie and completed it in a matter of weeks. We filmed it digitally and even hired a small video company to create the cgi effects we needed. I have to say that the work they did on the digital version of satan was amazing.

"I think this is the best one we've ever made Adam." He said.

"Fuck yea! We're finally going to do this!"

So the day finally came. I opened up my mail and read the letter i've been waiting to read since I was a kid.

"Congratulations. You've been selected as this year's grand prize winner for Blood & Guts Magazine's short video contest."

I was so excited I bought the most expensive bottle of booze I could find and partied with Jeff and a few friends all night. Needless to say that Jeff loved every drop of that #150 bottle. The following day, the magazine sent a staff writer to interview Jeff and myself. I was still a bit hung over but managed to pull myself together. He actually did a nice feature story on us. We were going to be featured on the DVD the would release every halloween. We of course had our film as the main feature of the DVD and there was even a short video of us talking about film making. My family was overjoyed when I told them about it. Jeff's family couldn't believe it. They thought he would just die a lonely old drunk with no career. Did this mean that we would finally be discovered?

"It won't be long now Adam. Some big producer is going to see this and we'll finally be on our way!"

That day never came though. I was still working at my crappy job while Jeff stayed home playing video games. Three months later I was still waiting for something. Anything to happen. And then I got a knock at the door. It was him. He had come to collect.

"We have a business deal to finish Adam. I delivered my part of the bargain and i'm sorry to say it's time for you to live up to yours."

I don't know what happened. I didn't think it would be so soon. We won the contest. We got on the DVD and we didn't earn shit from it. All this so called exposure lead to absolutely nothing! All it lead to was my eternal damnation.

"Fine, go ahead and take my fucking soul. Hell can't be any worse than this."

Satan laughed. "Oh really? You don't think so huh? How about a momentary glimpse at where you will spend the rest of your life? Let's see what you think after this.....coming attraction!"

He touched my hand and suddenly I felt like I was awake yet dreaming at the same time. The things I saw were a thousand times worse than any nightmare I had ever had in my entire life. Hundreds of people screaming in agony. Fire burned them but they never died. Screams of horror echoed throughout all of hell. The lake of fire appeared to be endless and demons laughed at their eternal suffering. It was more horrifying than any sermon any pastor has ever given. It truly was hell. And I was about to join it.

He let go of my hand and I fell to the floor. I knew that he did not have the power to read my mind. He didn't have to know. He already knew what I was going to ask.

"How can I get out of this deal? I suppose that's what you're going to ask me isn't it? Now that you know what home is really like."

"Yes....I'll do anything. Please, I can't go to hell!"

"Oh but you will. Your soul belongs to me now. I have the contract you signed. However, if you would like to postpone your journey by say....50 years, we can come to a new agreement."

"Please. I'll do whatever you want....."

What could be possibly ask of me that would keep me out of hell for the rest of my natural life? The devil smiled again. He knew I would do anything to avoid the eternal damnation I witnessed. He had me hook line and sinker.

"It seems to me that you know a lot of people that are damned Adam. Most of your friends and family will already be joining me when it's their time to go. But I need someone like you who can get them to me a little faster than natural causes."

"So what are you saying?"

"I'm saying that however you want to send them my way is completely up to you. But if you agree, then I will draw up a new contract that guarantees you 50 years of healthy life. In exchange for the lives of those that are already doomed to spend eternity with me."

"Deal. But before I sign, make sure that contract also helps to keep me out of jail. I don't want to end up in prison for murder. I don't even want to be a suspect in anything that happens for the next 50 years. Deal?"

"Fine. We have a deal. You'll find your new contract in your room tonight at midnight. But i'm curious. I wonder who you would kill first?"

He then disappeared in the blink of an eye. I sat on the floor thinking about what I had just agreed to. And then I thought about who I would kill first. Ahhhh, poor Jeff. I sold my fucking soul to be famous and what did he do? He reaped all the benefits without sacrificing anything. Yes. Jeff would be the first. How will I do it though? A gun? A knife? No.....poison! I'll poison his coffee! One thing was for sure. Jeff's days were numbered. I didn't want to just rush off and kill him. He's still a good friend. Maybe i'll take him to a movie first.

THE OMEN

Poor little Peter Gilmour. Sad because you are not the chosen one. Sad because you try to be the one thing you and I both know you can't be. You call me a fake and yet here you are talking a big game like you're actually going to achieve something. You say that I am mocking your lifestyle? Your gimmick? See Peter, that right there is the proof the world needed. You just admitted that what you do is a gimmick. My so called cheap parlor tricks may not have worked as well as I had hoped, but they worked nonetheless. I've got everyone on their toes wondering who the real master behind all of this is. It's not Demon Ted Soul. He was nothing more than a clever ruse. He was the perfect distraction to keep everyone from knowing the truth. But the time for hiding is over. He is coming. And at Rage in the cage you will get to meet him first hand. Because he is waiting for you Peter. He has told me that he has special plans for you. And when all is said and done, you will never forget your place in this world. You need to realize that you're living a lie and should give up now and move on. You think that grave you dug up will be my new home? You just dug your own grave and don't even know it yet. But you will.

See Peter, if there is one thing I have learned from my master is that the best kind of game is a mind game. And i've got you twisted in ways you could never imagine. You may think you have the upper hand. You may think that I don't know you as well as I know I do. And you may think that I have yet to see the real you. But i've already seen the real you. You see Peter i've been watching you for a long time now. My masters first request was that I follow you and pay attention to your every move. And I have. Now the time comes where you will meet your maker. You will see the truth behind all of this. And that truth is that YOU are the fake here Peter. It's been you all along. For all your talk about the things I say and do, you have the balls to pretend that YOU have a master now? That there is some sort of mystery lord you cater to? They say immitation is the sincerest form of flattery. But i'm not flattered. You turned something serious into a joke. And when we step through that cage door and it gets sealed shut, I am going to make you regret ever thinking that you're a man of darkness. I am going to make sure that the darkness consumes you. And I promise you Peter. By the end of the night, you be destroyed by the one thing you don't understand. And think you're a part of. I will make sure that I put an end to this. And most of all, I will make sure that you know who you've been dealing with this entire time. Before the match comes to an end...Your blood....WILL.....flow!!