The demon turned to book at Shiilo in the eyes before answering.
"I will feast upon your flesh".
With his knife in hand, Shiilo bolted forward.
"You will not eat of my flesh, for you are not worthy."
"Oh really?", the demon said. "Are you a god?"
Shilo swiped his knife across the demon's neck.
"I do not believe in gods", Shiilo answered.
The demon swiftly dodged Shiilo's blade, He thrust his hand into Shillo's chest, and pulled out his heart.
Shiilo instantly fell to the ground, his chest quickly filling with blood.
The demon ate Shiilo's heart in one bite, pasting it with his jaws before swallowing it down in one gulp. He then looked down until his eyes met Shiilos.
"Now die."
He reached his arms up towards the heavens, and a sword of blinding light came charging down from the sky and into the ground.
The demon smiled, picking up the sword before thrusting the bright sword through Shiilo's skull.
"There is but one ruler of this night."
On the freezing night of December 8, 2015, Shilo died by the hands of a demon and his own stupidity.
"And the weak shall perish." Those were his final words.
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And the angels were gathered before the almighty, and among them was Satan.
Satan sat, legs crossed and a prideful look upon his face.
"It looks like I have won, dear god. No one will remember you. They will all buckle and fall, and become victims of the system."
He held two polished rubies in his right hand.
"The weak shall perish. The strong shall serve."
He crushed one of the rubies, and all the angels watched as the dust blew off into the cosmos.
But there was still one ruby in his right hand. He lifted it up towards the almighty, looking at him through it like an eyeglass. He smiled.
"And only one, shall rule."
The Almighty stared into the ruby which Satan held.
"There will be one ruler. And he will rule over you."
The sound of thunder and lightning sounded in the distance, loud and booming.
What he said next, sent the most terrible shivers down the spines of all who listened.
"And your own world. He will slaughter your children with an unbreakable sword, and an endless thirst for blood. Until the end of time."
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"I will resurrect you in my likeness. Open your eyes, my son. Be born again"
Just before his soul left his body, a strong surge of new life poured into Shiilo's body.
Shiilo's eyes opened, and he took both his hands and grabbed on tightly to the sword in his head.
He yanked it out furiously, and kicked the demon in the chin, which sent him flying backwards.
Shiilo stood, the demon's sword in his right hand.
"Tell me, demon.", He said. "What is your name?"
The demon smirked. "I haven't got a name."
Shilo frowned. "Well then, it makes no difference."
With one single swing of the sword, the demon's head flew from his body.
Shillo sniffed the air, the smell of rot and metal filling his nostrils.
He heard the deafening screams of hungry vampires, and the rumble of their footsteps.
Shiilo looked up towards the heavens, and he swore that the moon was red on that death-stained night.
Part Two: The Next Day
The freezing wind wildly whipped about as the snowflakes dashed too and fro in the cold morning. Shiilo had finally realized how cold he was. His face, hands, and fingers were completely numb.
It was 7:00 AM, and the visibility was near zero, the temperature below zero. Shilo gripped his thin shirt tightly, as he began to walk down an invisible trail down the side of the mountain.
He thought back remembering his home on earth. He remembered he had been crazy enough to take long walks in thin clothing even in such conditions as this.
'I like the cold', He thought to himself. 'It's so much better than the heat.'
Shillo made slow progress in walking to town, all the while smiling to himself. For he was in no hurry, just enjoying the cold wind and the stinging snow. He remembered back, when he used to throw snowballs at his brothers and sisters. He remembered back, when he used to sled down the long rows of cherry and apple trees and it would feel as if he was going even faster than a motorbike.
"I like the snow.", Shiilo said to himself. "I like the snow because it reminds me of home. So cold... So white and just like home."
Shiilo stopped and lifted his head towards the sky, letting the tiny snowflakes land on his bare face.
It felt like soft, stinging sand. But much, much colder.
He then walked on, down the invisible path of pure whiteness, blindly walking forward.
"And God will lead me when I can't see, and carry me when I am blind. Long as my faith remains unchanged, and I will not be lost." - Shiilo