destroyed him like he said he would?
Maybe that was another one of Lucifer's lies? Maybe his assertion that he would kill God upon release was a ruse to trick someone into freeing him?
It didn't matter now. Jack, was here to set things straight.
He would kill Lucifer for his deceitfulness, make sure his son was safe and reunite with the love of his life, Melanie. At least that was what he remembered as his original plan.
The spider still seemed to know more than he did, so he let the little guy take the lead. He trusted it, as one would a loyal pet. It was like a guide dog, only uglier and far more terrifying.
He'd recently named the spider Dick-eyes because it had a human dick and eyes, but he reserved the right to rename it as soon as he thought of something better.
Dick-eyes came back into the room with a baseball cap for him to wear. Jack put it on , struggling to pull it past the sawn off nubs where his horns once were. The spider left once more, only to return a few minutes later with a bottle clutched between two of its legs. Jack picked up the bottle and the spider took off again.
It was a bottle of fake tan cream. Apparently the spider thought he should go incognito while he was up here.
That made Jack wonder if he was a marked man. If God found out that he had escaped hell, would he come after him?
Worse still: I f God checked in on hell and noticed that the presence of evil had diminished, he'd go looking around the earth for Lucifer. And if he found him first then Jack wouldn't get the satisfaction of killing him.
Cult Leader
Lucifer looked over his rapt followers. He was preaching about the apocalypse again to all that would hear him. It was their favorite subject, but only because he'd convinced them that it was coming very soon and he could save them from the tortures of hell.
He remembered an old saying that went something like, the greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing man he doesn't exist . But Lucifer knew better.
T echnically, the Devil did not exist. Not yet anyway.
Becoming the ruler of hell was tempting to him, as it always had been, but he worried that it might be a death sentence. The ruler of hell had better be an equal to God or God would quickly make things right with the universe. Whoever took that throne should be very fucking prepared to defend it. The throne was his birthright, but he had to be careful about when he accepted it or it would be a death sentence too. That was his belief. That's why he was doing all of this. He needed to be ready when the war broke out.
He said in his clear, booming voice, "The apocalypse is cresting the horizon as I speak these words to you and it is more terrible than anything you can possibly imagine. Hell's army is eager to rip and rape."
The crowd was quiet, like kindergarteners hearing Green Eggs and Ham for the first time.
"The Devil knows you all by name. He wants to shake each of your hands and kiss you on the forehead right before he lets his demons have their fun with your meat and your souls. He cums all over himself as he imagines what he'll do to you; all of you."
Lucifer knew that you had to be crude to get through to some people. With TV and the internet and books readily available, people had heard and seen just about everything, so he decided he had to kick it up a notch to get noticed.
"You might be wondering, what will the demons do exactly?
"They will sodomize you until you get used to it, and then they'll get creative. Your flesh is their play thing and they've had millennia to come up with various ways of rending and manipulating it to cause you the most severe pains and them the most serene pleasures possible. Then, when they're done, the fires of hell will cleanse your memory. You'll forget what being ass raped felt like and how long it takes to pass out from being skinned alive. You'll forget all the tortures because that means they all become new and fresh, over and over and over again, throughout