Utopia

         I’ve been to Hell and back. I’ve played Satan’s twisted game and twisted it more. I’ve defeated Satan’s minions and put out the flames of Hell…for good. The world I created for myself was supposed to be a Utopia. Evidently, I fucked up somewhere along the line. I simply left a flaw for the system to discover, an imperfection that makes some items rare, but this is not rare, it’s a loop hole of devastation. A black hole allows no matter to escape; it sucks life into it and turns it inside out. I’ve created such a flaw, an abomination.

         Everything I had done in my previous life got me sent straight to Hell, well yanked is more like it. I thought I had everything planned out, I thought that had found the loop hole of devastation in Satan’s Utopia, but I was wrong, my mortal concepts of Hell were wrong. Lucifer refused my offer --- a grand one in my opinion --- of all the souls I had in my possession in exchange for me to regain redemption. At that point, I knew I had no other choice but to annihilate him, to obliterate Hell.

         So I did exactly that, and it was no walk in the park. It took a century for me to kill his army and another two centuries to slay the devil, that tricky little bastard. Once the fires of Hell were extinguished, I was free to take the power for myself, but not for evil, for peace. I wanted to create a world where I could be happy, my own slice of Heaven if you will. See Hell is was just another Heaven, a warped version, as Lucifer was one perverse Angel. My Utopia was going to be spectacular, almost like Earth, but without any murders, greed, war, gluttony, stealing, or anything that would make it a horrid place. However, that’s not how it turned out. At first it was my own slice of Heaven, but something went horribly wrong, and I can only conclude is that my past conduct created the flaw. I believed creating this Utopia in Hells stead would save me from my evil ways.

         I was 18 years old; I was just like any average joe. I was normal, except in one way. I had a talent, one that aided me in my crimes. A life of kleptomania is never a slow trot. Many times life is at a gallop and there is no saddle to lessen the rough ride. I stole anything and everything I could get my hands on, as long as it had some value.