Original Stories Fan Fiction / Horror Fan Fiction ❯ A Sacificial Love Story ❯ The only friggin' chapter ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: eadricson 
Sometimes,it's a bad idea to sacrifice teenage boys to Satan. You never know who might show up....
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction / Horror Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Horror | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 10.30.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 395 | Visits: 302 | Status: Completed
Sometimes,it's a bad idea to sacrifice teenage boys to Satan. You never know who might show up....
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction / Horror Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Horror | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 10.30.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 395 | Visits: 302 | Status: Completed
The young teen winced as the ceremonial blade sliced open his stomach. He was the current victim of an extremist cult that sacrificed young teenage boys to summon Satan. The cultists began to pull out the boy’s intestines and other entrails when a cloaked figure appeared in the dark mist. “Halt!” the figure commanded to the cultists in a strong voice. “Unhand that boy, you monsters!” the figure now shouted, his voice trembling with pure hatred and rage.
Upon hearing the figure shout at them, the cultists fled, leaving the boy tied to the slab. After the cultists were gone, the figure walked over to the boy and removed its cloak, setting it on a tree stump. Now that the cloak was removed the boy could see that the figure was a boy that was at least in his late teens. He looked normal except he was extraordinarily beautiful, he had fire red skin, a pointed tail poking through his black leather pants, and a small pair of horns in his forehead. “Are you………Satan?” the boy asked weakly. Satan looked at the boy ruefully and sighed. “Yes, I am. Do you have a name?” The boy was shocked at the question but tried to answer. “Chris…..tian…..” he answered weakly. “Christian…..I am so sorry.” Satan said to the boy, tears streaming down his beautiful red face. “Those stupid fucking bastards think this is the way to worship me. They’re wrong though. I don’t want to be worshipped. Not like that.”
Satan brought a red hand to Christian’s face and carefully caressed it with his hand. “What I’m about to do……..is something that is extremely wrong for me to do.” He whispered into Christian’s ear before he brought his red lips to Christian’s bloody lips and kissed him. As Satan kissed Christian, his injuries began to repair themselves. When Satan broke off the kiss, Christian’s injuries were fully healed without any trace of scarring. Wanting another kiss, Christian looked over to where Satan had been sitting, but found that he had left, and in his place was his cloak, which Christian put on and wore for the remainder of his life, hoping to see the beautiful devil that stole his heart and saved his life that hot summer night.
Upon hearing the figure shout at them, the cultists fled, leaving the boy tied to the slab. After the cultists were gone, the figure walked over to the boy and removed its cloak, setting it on a tree stump. Now that the cloak was removed the boy could see that the figure was a boy that was at least in his late teens. He looked normal except he was extraordinarily beautiful, he had fire red skin, a pointed tail poking through his black leather pants, and a small pair of horns in his forehead. “Are you………Satan?” the boy asked weakly. Satan looked at the boy ruefully and sighed. “Yes, I am. Do you have a name?” The boy was shocked at the question but tried to answer. “Chris…..tian…..” he answered weakly. “Christian…..I am so sorry.” Satan said to the boy, tears streaming down his beautiful red face. “Those stupid fucking bastards think this is the way to worship me. They’re wrong though. I don’t want to be worshipped. Not like that.”
Satan brought a red hand to Christian’s face and carefully caressed it with his hand. “What I’m about to do……..is something that is extremely wrong for me to do.” He whispered into Christian’s ear before he brought his red lips to Christian’s bloody lips and kissed him. As Satan kissed Christian, his injuries began to repair themselves. When Satan broke off the kiss, Christian’s injuries were fully healed without any trace of scarring. Wanting another kiss, Christian looked over to where Satan had been sitting, but found that he had left, and in his place was his cloak, which Christian put on and wore for the remainder of his life, hoping to see the beautiful devil that stole his heart and saved his life that hot summer night.