the beggining

 

“Future is always changing in largest of ways at smallest of Things”

A Fallen Angel

I have been here from the very beginning of times. The day that this earth, this universe was created I was born much before it. I was forged in the fires of hell. I was made a prisoner of the most atrocious force any man could imagine. But I no Human. I am the Devil.

I have seen great wars, famines, disasters, floods and natural calamities. I have seen families at wars, brothers pick arms with brothers, sisters murdering each other, sons killing their own fathers. I have seen greed, lust, power becomes the Master of the flesh hidden bodies, they call themselves Human.

I have seen great crimes being committed, the most horrendous ones. I have seen criminals become the Masters of the Innocent and Honorable souls. I have seen women being raped, mutilated and used in every form to satisfy the manly lust. I have seen the crusades, the battles fought in the name of Christ. I have seen men being slaughtered in the name of religion. I have seen the rise and fall of Alexander, Adolf Hitler and every mortal that mankind refer to as Idols.

I have witnessed the tragic wars referred to as “World War” by the Humans. I have seen humans make weapons so powerful that could have destroyed the earth many times over. I have witnessed the use of their weapons, I have seen what destruction are humans capable of.

And seriously they think they have played part in this. All that they can do or even think of doing I can do much more than that.  Terror, which lie in my wake, destruction and damage I can cause with just my bare hands, well it’s beyond imagination.

Yes! I am the Devil! The son of God or if I correctly say the disgraced son of my father ‘God’. “A Fallen Angel”!

People think I am bad, worse, I am evil. I cause pain and suffering wherever I go. But its not true.

I, The Devil, was forged in the fires of Hell. I was made to suffer the skin crawling heat of abhorrent fire which can make even Gods tremble.

I was cast in heat till my sins all melted away and in its place a rock had granite form of substance formed. Now, I have become the master of Agony and pain mean nothing to me or it might be correct to say that I ruled the pain.

I, the Devil, am the King of Hell, means the same place where I had been kept as prisoner by my father. I broke all the chains that bound me. I made my prison my Kingdom, and all my fellow prisoners are my subjects, ready to die and kill for me at my command.

The Demons, the Hell creatures, aal the worst fearsome Demonoids ever created, are all at my command. I rule fear, lust and ambition. I am more powerful than my Father because I am the only one that can travel between Hell, Heaven and Earth whenever I want to.

But I am cursed! Cursed to be alone for eternity. I have no one to share my feelings, any emotions, my dreams.

And every ones in a thousand years I take birth on this earth to claim all the damaged, cursed souls along with me, back to hell where they belong!

People think that I hurt anyone and everyone that comes in my way but it is not true.

I only hurt bad people, people depraved enough who enjoy hurting other people, depressed enough that they enjoy hurting other people, even killing them.

I hurt down those people. I love when I found my match, which is very rare. I enjoy that.

But when I am born in human form, I do not remember my powers. It means for some time, I remain a normal human.  But gradually over time, in my human form, I come to remember my powers very slowly but I do remember them, and when I remember them I become what I really am the ‘Devil’.

 

 

Year 1826 AD
Ukraine
USSR,
Somewhere in the city of Kiev

The Fall of midnight was evident in the City. Dead silence prevails, as after the great commotion the sea stands still, so was the City of Kiev. Russia had been fighting war with Persian Empire for almost a decade now.

War was fought over land, territories to establish supremacy over the other.

Kiev was small city before but Industrial Revolution in Russia has made it the biggest in terms of economic and social center.

The climate, being located on both sides of the Dnieper River, which flows south through the city towards the Black Sea.

As for the climate, Kiev has a humid continental climate, with too hot summers and too cold winters with snow cover in the months of November to March.

In 1826 the war had been in between Persian and Russian empires over territories.

The actual war never reached Kiev, because battles were fought mostly in Karabakh and Talysh, miles away from Kiev.

But still the atmosphere of war had reached Kiev and gripped the city like Cancer gripped its Patient!

 

 

Ukraine,
91051 Kiev
22 Mazepa pr.
Apt. 22
Alexander Petrenko

The Alexander’s were the happiest family that lived in the streets of Kiev at the time of war. Mazepa was a street in Kiev, not much developed, it housed both extremely rich and middle class and poor famalies. It was like a maze of houses, in all shapes and sizes of all poor and rich people, and arranged together like a Haphazard arrangement.

It was the month of December, so almost all the street of Mazepa was covered in snow, apart from few traces here and there.

And those traces were kept snow free by the residents themselves. They were their front porches.

At this time economy was bad, very bad. All the war and its chaos it has caused. The soldiers were fighting the war, that’s what they said on the news and all the broadcast, but real burden was on the ordinary man. Men who liked their regular lives, who never wished for an adventure, but were contended with their perfectly non- existent lives.

They found hard to run their homes, feed their families in the time of the war, when economy was in such turmoil. There was destruction everywhere, so jobs were scarce, wages were cheap and businesses were crashing.

Alexander’s lived in Kiev, for more than five decades. Their ancestors were all from the Russia and their grandfather has made Kiev their home, as it was the most beautiful of the villages of entire Russia at that time. It still was, though war had taken much of its beauty.

Alexander’s were a happy family. They were four members Antonia Albert and they had been married for six years now. They had 2 children Aloysha and Anzor.

Aloysha was their elder daughter aged 3 years and Anzor was their younger son aged 2 years. Albert was a reporter in the famous daily ‘Kodima’.

‘Kodima’ was famous news daily in and around Kiev and the most of Russia for past twenty decades. And in this hour of war it’s booming.

Antonia used to work in a super market store as a sales girl, but due to war she was scared to leave her two children alone in the house. So, she remained home to take care of her children, while her husband went to gather news reports.

Albert specialized in crime reporting. He was the leading crime reporter of ‘Kodima’ and the best that has ever held this position in the daily.

His passion for solving crimes, his never say die attitude had earned him many friends even in the cops.

Cops and Reporters never get along was the old saying, but it was proving wrong in the case of Albert. Policemen liked him too because of his steel nerves.

Albert had cracked down many complicated cases with the help of his team at the daily and the police authorities. His name was like a legend in the world of crime journalists. He had had many offers to join the police force but he refused them all, because his passion was to be a reporter. And he was pretty good at what he did.

 

 

December 26,
1826 AD

It was the normal day for Alexander’s family. It was 5.00 in the morning. Almost all the street was sleeping at this early hour, apart from those who love to enjoy the morning air or a good exercise flexing their muscles. Albert was sound asleep beside his wife when the phone kept on the bed stand rang. He was awoken by the ringing of the phone.

“Hello”, he said picking up the receiver quickly in his sleepy voice. He had made haste to pick up the receiver  so that the voice didn’t wake Antonia up.

“Hello, Albert”, came the voice from the other side. It was of Leysa, his assistant.

“Yes Leysa, why are you calling me at this hour” he said gruffly in the receiver.

“Albert sorry to disturb your sleep at this hour, but ‘Devil’ has stroked again”

“What? The Devil? Are you sure, it is really him and no copycat like the next time?” he said getting up and taking the sheet off him.

He didn’t wore anything a top on top as he liked to sleep just in shorts. He got up and stood beside the bed, receiver still in his hands.

“Yes, Albert I am 100% positive this time, plus he has left that special symbol of his.”

“Yes, but that was also imitated by the copycat last time”, he spoke gruffly in the receiver with rising irritation in his voice.

“Yes, I know that”, came the voice of her junior officer from the other side of the line. “I know that, but he left it with his initial ‘D’ carved with a serpent.”

“What!” he practically shouted on the phone.

Hearing the loud voice of her husband, Antonia moved in her sleep and mumbled something unintelligible.

Seeing that Albert moved away from the bed and stood in front of the mirror, that was embedded on a dressing table kept beside the bed, stretching the wire of the receiver with him. He could see his reflection in the mirror. He could see his reflection in the mirror. He admired what he saw. He had a perfect build of an athlete with broad shoulders, well-built muscular chest and set of eight pack abs showing. He didn’t work out as much as he used to, when he was younger and in his prime. Back then body building was his only passion, something that drove him and channelized him every day. But now in between his job and his family, he seldom got time for gym, but still he kept himself in good physique by exercising and running whenever he gets time.

He calmed down a little and said again in the speaker, “What? The symbol? You sure what you saw? The ‘D’ carved with a serpent? You sure it’s not some sort of imitation?

“No, it is not on imitation. You, yourself know no one could imitate that one , his initial I mean.”

Albert knew the answer already in the heart and was half expecting it to be all a bad dream, his junior officer calling him at this hour and telling him about ‘Devil’ has striked again. And that too after so many years, after 10 years to be precise.

‘Devil’ was the code name given to a serial killer. He was the anyone that has managed to elude Alber for so many years. No one even knew the real name of this killer. He has managed to elude the Police, even the Interpole. The best part was he never left any clue whatsoever after committing the murder. The code name ‘Devil’ was given to him as he left a symbol ‘D’, considered to be his initial , after committing murder, and he made his victims pay for their crimes they committed according to him before murdering them.

He never left a shred of evidence , not even any sort of DNA, even a shred of hair. It appeared as if he appeared out of the thin air and went back up in flames as a pop.

So the code name ‘Devil’ was appropriate for him.

Albert first heard about Devil, when he worked as a photographer for not so popular local daily. He was a young man then, ambitious yet unfocused. He was a passionate bodybuilder back then used to to work out in the gym for hours. Back then too, he was intrigued with crime. He read every article the famous crime writers, followed every major crime stay whether solved or unsolved and spend hours reading crime novels, sleeping on them, trying to perfection ate every style of solving crime by following leads, finding clues and most importantly by thinking out of the box by having and haunches and being brave enough to follow them through till the end, even if they are wrong.

His ingenuity and talent made him many friends and followers, even in the police department.

He specialized in taking crime photographs. This helped him in pursuing more of his hobby, trying to solve baffling crimes.

As one such evening, as his regular job shift, he was called in to take pictures of triple murder. Whole family was murdered by a single person, was the rumor in the town. Albert heard this before going to the crime scene, but dismissed it as all the other rumors, he kept hearing in the town, until he got to the crime scene.

When he saw the crime scene, he ran to the washroom, as he was so nauseated seeing what he saw in the room. He had to vomit and for the first time in his career he could not control to throw up.

He closed his eyes and rinse them with water, the state of the dead bodies and the house made him feel little funny in the stomach. He couldn’t believe his eyes, a scene so brutal, blood everywhere even on the ceilings, body parts lying here and there, as if they were mutilated before killed. How can a man be capable of such savageness .  ‘As if it was not the work of any human, but a beast. A veracious murderous beast’ he thought. Then, at the same moment all the rumors he had heard about these murders were all true, except for one thing, they were not able to explain the extreme brutality of the thing. It was like it was next level of scarry.

“Are you all right in there ?” called the Police Sargent who was on duty there, banging twice on the door of the washroom.

“Yes, I am alright, be out in a minute”, shouted Albert back.

“Alright, take your own sweet time”, chuckled down, knowing very well that Albert would be puking in there.

‘These punk wanna be crime photographers, can’t even handle the sight of blood’, he thought and moved back to th crime scene.

Albert forced himself back to reality. ‘It is the most gruesome crime scene I have ever seen until now, but still it is a crime, and I have a job to do. So get your bearings together man and be brave, he said to himself and raised his eyes and face with water from the basin. He closed the tap and walked out of the door, calm and compound, being a crime photographer like the way he was!

The room which contained only three men, him Sargent Romlov, who was the one knocking on the washroom door before, when Albert was in and constable Egor.

But now as he re-entered the room now, it was filled with people, various police officers were there trying to secure and preserve the crime scene and various curious people outside from entering Forensic team was also there, sweeping floors, coping all possible areas for clues and any kind of forensic evidence.

Various news reporters were also there trying to report the story to the world, there photographers clicking pictures, trying to get a better angle and the cameramen holding cameras for the reporters who were doing live telecasts. It was like whole town was buzy with the commotion and almost half of the town was present there!

Albert gathered his bearings and re-entered the crime scene. The grody site there still made his hair stand on end.  He took out his camera and started taking photographs.

That was the first time he had seen the work of the Devil, so closely.  He had not known the meaning of ‘fear’ until then. But seeing what he saw that day made his heart freeze, his hair stand on end and with every breath he took the stark fear took hold of his chest. After that day he had always liver in the fear of seeing, hearing of ‘Devil’ again.

‘Devil was the only one name he became real afraid of. The name that could still give him chills at the night. That crime scene he saw that day was still alive in his mind. He could imagine it sometimes. From that day, his life, his passion, his dreams, his everything had been to catching ‘The Devil’.