No rest for the wicked

   Smoke enveloped her. Surrounded her like a big tight embrace. She felt at ease,comfortable,at peace. She was surrounded by it and was ready to submit. She outstretched her hands to the sides,kicked back and fell into the pit. Her feet left the ground,she was weightless,falling,floating. For once she was free,for once in her life she felt truly weightless. Shame this is what it has taken, but this is what she wanted. She was ready,she thought,it is though and she would be the one to do it. In an instant she has disappeared into the dark. To her,it lasted minutes. To those watching,she was gone just like that. She was a brave soul in their eyes but to her, she was the only one, able and capable of doing it. Cowards they were,all of them. Just like that she was gone.The pit has swallowed the sacrifice. Another year passed. The spirit was satiated once more,or so they thought.

   As the villagers turned their back to the pit and started walking away,fire and brimstone began to pour out of the depths. Smoke filled the skies and the sun went dark. Darkness covered all,as the fire started to sweep through the village. Screams,panic and confusion. People fleeing their homes to seek shelter away and in safety,to get away from the flames but to no avail. All was to be burned,to the ground,reduced to ash and swept away with the wind,no trace to be left. That was the will of the pit,that was the will of the demon inside it.

   Something went wrong,terribly wrong. The sacrifice was offered and she went voluntarily. Everything was as it should be,unless,unless she was not supposed to. Unless she was supposed to suffer to appease the darkness inside the pit, but it was too late. The damage is done,something went wrong and now,finally they will pay. The demon was unleashed and the pit will pour fire,rain death and cloud the sky,bringing the dark with it. As one family was fleeing the flames,they were cornered. Confused,scared,terrified. With tears in their eyes they huddled together and started praying and then,then they saw him. Not a salvation they prayed for but the death that haunts them now.The glowing red eyes,the flaming hair and the wicked smile. The legend was alive and more terrifying than any story heard before. Covered,embraced in flames,tall and menacing,the burning heart of the pit itself. The darkness incarnate. He listened to their prayers,looked into their eyes and finished what the flames were too slow to do. Slowly,with the big  flaming smile on his wicked face,he struck them down. One by one as they were watching each other die and suffer. That was his design,his pleasure and their suffering. As he finished,he turned to the rest of the village to continue his grand vision for a new world.The world of flames,fire and brimstone,the world of darkness itself,where nothing is left but ash.The world where everyone gets the sweet embrace of smoke before they disappear forever.Just like the sacrifice they were all too happy to give up,only she would not save them but bring about their deaths.