Natasha Winter

The Last Day

Screams filled the air as the flames of a thousand suns licked at the misguided and disobedient souls. Searing heat rose from the core of the earth and ripped the flesh of the evils and wrong-doers from their bones, a degree of intensity unbeknown to humankind before the time of their judgement. The smell of burning ash combined with the sight of utter despair was probably the most satisfying moment of his career. This was the moment he had been waiting for – his moment of glory. Feeling the hatred and anger rise inside his body and allowing it to consume him, he confidently prowled towards the soul of the nearest person – a young man, who looked to be in his late teens, and was wailing like a banshee. Fear rose in the adolescent's eyes as the figure he had come to know as the creator of all evil harshly gripped his neck, lifted him and threw him against the shards of lava-covered rock. The teen released a horrified scream, and a satisfied smile crept across Lucifer's face as he savoured the moment.