In the beginning, I was back in the cavern and it was even colder than before. I was really afraid for the first time in my entire life, no actually not afraid but rather felt true fear. I think fear is a deeper emotion that just being afraid, that’s what you are when you’re watching a horror film or something. Fear is more gut wrenching like terror!
I let out a loud sigh as I sat down on the floor trembling. That’s when I saw her huddled in the corner, the girl. “Why did you do this to me?” I asked her.
“I didn’t do this to you, you did! By not listening when your angel tried to help you, when she told you to get aways from me, when she said you had to forgive your step-mother and everything else she told you to do. As long as I had your hatred to feed on I could stay in the mortal world but when you said that you’d rather rot in hell, that’s when he said I had to kill you.” came her subdued reply.
“Are you kidding me? He who? Look where you are at, do you really have to ask me who?” she was practically hissing at me again.
“You mean the devil, Satan, Lucifer or whatever he’s called down here?” I had to hear it from her.
“Yesss to all! When you died and were sent here, I had to come back too until I am assigned another soul to lead astray.”
“Is that what you did, lead me astray? How did you do that?” I was confused about that one.
“You silly boy! You were easy because of your step-mother and your anger at your dad for marrying her. A few well placed thoughts and letting you rant on and on when we’d meet up was all it took for the hatred to take seed and grow.”
I was about to respond when I started hearing some noises and smelled something awful! It was like screaming, crying, pounding and wailing sounds combined with an aroma of decaying animal, rotting garbage and vomit. It was getting louder and stronger every second.
I looked over at Balahize who had scooted back further into the corner and asked, “My God, what is that smell? Where’s it coming from?”
She whispered, “God isn’t here, boy. Now be quiet! Maybe they won’t know you’re here yet and move on to the next cell.”
“Cell?,” I whispered back, “Is that what this is, a cell? Bahalize, who are ‘they’?”
“Wow, you really didn’t pay any attention in Sunday School did you? For instance, I thought you might get a clue when I told you my name but it went right over your head didn’t it?”
What was she getting mad at me for? “What do you mean? Just tell me!” My voice was getting louder and she held her finger up to her lips telling me to be quiet.
“When I said my name is Bahalize, I thought you might get it – Baal is! Now be silent you fool or the torturers will take you to the pit!” she hissed at me again.
“What pit?” you could barely hear the question.
“The pit of fire!”
Teresa Marie 11/16/11