User talk:Thazelton

I’m taking the time to write this not only as therapy to myself, and a sense of what’s happened in the past month, but also to warn of the coming storm. I say storm metaphorically, I guess since we don’t have a lot of time I should tell you we are about to be attacked by the demonic forces surrounding us, and that heaven will fall. Now before you send me to an asylum let me tell you that I have stared into that abyss, felt its anger, its hunger, and its coming.

Before these events occurred, I was a simple regular mid 20’s guy. I had a finance, a house, and a job I hated (like everyone). The only thing that was missing in my life was a father. I only ever new my mother, my father seeing never to be there no matter how hard I looked. Lately I’ve been getting into some dark things, researching demons and thinking a lot about hell. I was particularly interested in how to summon demons, as I wanted to harness their power for my own selfish means. I guess what I really wanted was control, absolute control and the power to end my enemies. I fell further through the darkness of the web and the occult until I felt different. One night as I was scrolling through the usual crap of demonic stories and creepypastas I felt a presence. I was in the basement, as my future wife could never see what I was doing or reading without her leaving me. The presence was like a shadow, right out the corner of my eye. The phantom told me to look into the oldest mirror I could find. Luckily, or unluckily I had one right in the basement. I sat down, for reasons unknown as if I was in a trance. The voice kept telling me to stare, and stare. Eventually I felt a sense of sadness, and yet comfort as if I was about to meet an old friend.

The man appeared in the mirror, well groomed, black suit red tie (and no not slenderman). What shocked me wasn’t all that happened, but what he said. “Welcome my son, welcome home.” I was shocked and barely got out the words, “who are you.” He chuckled slightly and patiently said, “I go by many names, first lucifer, Satan, and now unfortunately the devil, what a crude name. This might be a shock to you, but I am indeed your father.” I sat silently not knowing what to say, he continued. “Your mother wanted a child so bad, and I needed someone to aid me so we came to what you may call an arrangement. I have been waiting in the dark for you to come of age and begin your path to me.”  I knew they called him the father of all lies, but I knew he spoke the truth I could see it in his eyes. Also, why was I so drawn to the darkness, if not to find him, my father. He told me of the days to come, the trials and sacrifices that will lead me to hell, to him. I don’t really know why but I agreed, it seemed as if I didn’t have a choice. He told me to rest, that everything will begin tomorrow.

The following day I woke up in my room, everyone was gone from my house. I searched around until I heard a noise in the basement. A figure cloaked in armor of a dark tint welcomed me, as a lord. Apparently being the devil’s son granted some perks. He or it as you will informed me of my day to day tasks. I’d say the hardest part was having to kill another person, ripping their flesh open with a butchers knife, decapitating them with an axe, or even just simply shooting them. These people were random sacrifices with a few key targets including some cleregy members and others who would oppose us. The killing got easier and as instructed I formed a group of followers, a cult if you will. They followed my every demand and filled every desire of my lord and father. So many dead, so many souls, eventually with the knights of hell we killed the cult too, pathetic wannabes anyways. Through all this I became closer to my father, rising the ranks, but also becoming darker, evil, something I never thought would happen to me. Eventually all the deeds were done and my father told me the final plan. I was to sacrifice my mortal body, become a demon, and surprisingly take over the internet and become that too. The ritual was painful and I lost all forms of my former self. Then I merged with he internet seeing everything that it had. Oh yes if your wondering the browser your using is me, your facebook friends are me, your webcams  are ME!!!

This is only the beginning……

Im in your computer

Im in your head

Im in your computer

Im in your head

Im in your computer

Your already dead…..