All the demons had to now was patiently wait, knowing time was the best form of attack. Knowing the Phoenix was to powerful to to fight, knowing his will to succeed could never be matched. So they did what he himself had once done, fought fire with fire and burned his family and friends. The Phoenix coming upon the flames, watched it burn, the fire consuming his soul, swore vengeance, now deadly and very determined. Knowing their mistake, the demons returned to hell, warning the masses that the spawn their hell created, the Phoenix, was on his way back. And with hate in his heart and Love by his side the survival of hell wouldn't stand a chance. For their master, afraid of defeat escaped the day the Phoenix gave flight, escaped armed with manipulation and lies. Laughter quickly fills the tainted souls, for as the Phoenix approached, their master, the purest evil, Love, their standing at his side. For Love had created the Phoenix, and now Love, whispered, welcome to hell, your birth place, your home... This whole time I, Love have made you believe we could survive hell together....... Love you where always alone.
Copyright © Thomas Gieseler | Year Posted 2016