Music to his ears it was; the wailing, the weeping the gnashing of teeth. Oh it was an all- encompassing symphony of the senses but the sounds were so gratifying. The screams form the very depths of the earth. His kingdom. His throne.
Such a horrible place it was, his entourage bargained to be anywhere else. When met with the possibility of being cast out of a vessel they were inhabiting, they would go anywhere else accommodating just to avoid going back to the place they abhorred, understanding that this was the only way they could stay away. Several of his legions even chose vessels they weren’t suited for once to avoid their inevitable return. Short-lived happiness ended when the pigs they’d requested as homes, plunged from a cliff into a sea. He had special plans for them once they returned.
A crescendo of agony.
An escalating and glorious rapture of pain and suffering.
Ecstasy to his ears.
A testament to his success.
If not for that, he’d probably hate being here himself. Yet this was his kingdom and the sounds were what kept him going. His hatred for all mankind.
A quick look across the chasm to the other side, his blood boiled. He would not be outdone. There would be no savior for those who’d escaped for the moment the pure and complete anguish only he could deliver.
It hurt him to look upon how peaceful they were, how absolutely calm. A discordant sound to his ears.
But where was their Savior?
He laughed hideously. The sins of their father had brought them a front row seat to the anguish they’d been spared.
What could be better than suffering?
Why watching someone suffer, of course--forever. He delighted in this, decided that even though they seemed at peace,they most assuredly were suffering too.
More music to his ears.
But then the music stopped.
For a very brief moment, all suffering stopped.
And then, in the pitch blackness of that firey inferno--a sound.
Faint at first but then solid, heavy thuds. They echoed through those caverns of evil. Brought debris crashing down and around.
The ground shook.
Each step brought light until it was nearly impossible to see.
A reverse darkness.
Standing from his throne, he looked. In utter hatred he stared. He wasn't supposed to be here. This wasn't supposed to happen. He was on the wrong side of the chasm.
Then the One who had come uttered a word as he placed the key in the lock and turned it. One word he would not soon forget.
One mind-numbing word.
Paid in full.
It is finished.
The music would never be the same.
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