Seth sat there on his bed, holding the arcane book with pure delight. The old pages so thin and holding so much untold knowledge. The symbols meaning nothing to his simple mind. Seths brown eyes peering over the fullness of the patterns. His thoughts in perfect amusement. This is far to grand. He looked through the satanic bible , including the holy bible and some wiccan and pagan material over a course of a day. Nothing was mentioned of such material that was held in the book that he now looked upon.

Seths mind slamming into the confusing patterns , begging for the knowledge it held. He knew the book had some purpose, but what that purpose was, he did not know. Since he was fired from his job he needed not to do anything, however his source of funds were depleting rather fast. Days past like minutes as his sleepy eyes tried to pierce the patterns and marks. Then longer and longer did he lose himself in the patterns, his mind becoming more unstable and painful, something occured in his driven state of thoughts not being touched.

yet a screaming hault came to him he heard, something it was a calling deep from a world he almost forgot was there. A empty thing called thought returned to him it was speech. some one was speaking.

"Time for the fuckin rent , you pig !!" yelled a tough fat man that had a bottle of vodka in his left hand . His fat stomach sticking out while his fat roles showing through his thin messy disgusting wife beater.

Seth unable to speak his tongue and throat burned to feel air again. I breath all the time, why does it hurt? he thought to himself confused, i just paid that fat ass bum out side my door two days ago. What the fuck have i been doing. His thougths ripping through his head as if he did not think like he used to. Grabbing the last of his money on the bed stand , he walked over to the door. Seth not even noticing he still had the book in his hands. Opening the door he saw the old burned out man standing there his face angry and mean.

"Here it is" said seth as he handed the man all but two dollars of his remaing cash.

"Thanks bitch, pleasure doing bussiness with you. where did you get that book? you are holding onto it as if it is a chick." said the land lord with a sick grin.

Seth closed the door ignoring him. Then realized something, he wasnt here for a month. he did not know where he was but he wasnt home. He looked down at himself in the bathroom the mirror showing his eyes, they were hazel now. His thin frame had odd but sexual changes in his manner , he felt strong and powerful but his body needed something to fill that space in his remaing soul. He was unsure of what that was , that one thing that would make him complete.

He sat back down on his bed and started to lose himself in the book all again his thoughts went some place far away. The symbols and marks , began to move and then with a brilliant dark orb of black oblivion eating his remaing soul seth found what the book told to him. He screamed as his body died again and again, his thoughts cracking and breaking and loosening into a fucked up pattern and yet with each inch of his soul gone, he felt the power of some sick force. Soon the pain stopped, and dark pleasure , topped with sins filled his head, then thousands of voices hailed him across the skys, he could hear people in different languages and beautiful sins was his to hold in his new form. People prayed to him with out ever knowing it. The book was that of human darkness and he found it.

Seth was reborn.....

Tiffany stood over her father, his heart and chest cavity smashed to shit. However he was still alive or at least his nerves were. she smiled in a perfect bliss, she closed her eyes as she new he could no longer touch her. Now man will pay for having a dick, she smiles. It will be beautiful. Dropping the hammer with the flesh hanging off it. She moves to her room which is nothing more then a bed on the floor and clothing every were.

After changing her disgusting night shirt with a pair of worn jeans and a t-shirt, she emerges from her room to see a figure standing in front of her father. His hazel eyes and laced black make-up over his face with long black nails and a leather trench coat hung down to his ankles, piercings across his nose and ears, including the left eye brow.

"Hello Tiffany" said the figure " I used to be human like you , but now i am something so much greater then that. I even paid your dad the rent yesterday." the figure looking at Tiffanys father twiching with lifeless nerves. "Hmmmm you really fucked him up didnt you?" smiled the figure.

Tiffany sat there in shock. she could feel the aura of evil pleasures swarming around this figure, as if thousands where making love to him at this one moment she thought.

"Tiffany, ummm its more like millions are making love to me at this moment" again he smiled everytime making tiffany more relaxed.

"You look like seth, what happened to you" said tiffany

"I was reborn. i will be caring for you now on, cause i love. Oh wait that is the wrong word , i lust for you tiffany. Your kind keeps me alive, thank you. I am no longer seth , i am zuljin at your service. I must leave now, i need souls. It is time for me to hunt. Good day my Tiffany" said Zuljin as he walked out the front door which was locked at one point.

Tiffany still feeling his thoughts and passion and so shocked at what beauty was, she smiled and only thought its about time something cool happened. Then with that she started running towards the window. Crashing through the glass and ripping her flesh like sand paper, her lasting memory was to be in his arms again and it would be only in death. Her skull braking open like a melon with fresh juices flowing down the sides as it hit the pavement, people screaming while zuljin watched with a smile being deep within in the shadows. Her soul was his and now he could care for it.

"No longer in need of a soul" said zuljin to himself with a slight chuckle and now he was here to show the world what they have created.

people have professed thier love for Zuljin in the same way as Tiffany.

Short Story By Joe Marquis e-mail him here.