Fictional stories by John Saccone

I was born in Hell, that’s where my existence came into being.

At the same time a place of darkness was formed.

I was Created by the Almighty.

I am an Avenger for those that have been wronged.

There are many appellations for where I reside.

Some call it Hades; others call it Gehenna; some call it Sheol. Others… Niflheim, Diyu, Xibalba, Naraka, Jigoku.

There are so many names.

I was born in Hell, that’s where my existence came into being.

Created by the Almighty. Fashioned with His Hands.

A proud warrior willing to do His Bidding.

I stand tall and dance about in waves.

I light up the darkness with my flaming colors of red, blue, orange, yellow and white.

A warrior born to war against those that rebel against the King of kings.

It was He that gave them Life and a Purpose.

It was He that Taught them the Way.

How did they come to this darkened coast? A darkened shore with an everlasting night.

How did they get marooned?

How did they open this door to hell?

Was the table set so high that they couldn’t reach it? Why did they go about grasping for straws and fool’s gold?

Likewise, it was He that gave me life and a purpose.

I am a burning fire. But I do not consume.

I was born in Hell. Raised by the Almighty. An avenger for those that have been wronged.

I was a piece of clay in the Sculptor’s Hands.

I am a burning fire. But I do not destroy.

I torture those that fall into my flame from one century to another. From one millennium to another.

From eternity to eternity, they drown in my flame.

A moonless and starless night is what awaits them. All hope is abandoned here.

They have forsaken Eternity with God and the Pleasures of Heaven for a moment’s gratification.

Some of them believe that there will not be any more perfection than there is now, nor any more Heaven or hell than there is now.

Both the learned and unlearned feel this way.

And then at the end of their rainbows they meet me, and all the cobwebs fall from their eyes.

Too late. Too late.

I am a flame born in the womb of darkness.

In the stillness of a black night, I came into being.

In the secret of darkness, I was formed.

Ordered by God. Willed by God.

There is no escape from my hands.

There are many appellations for where I reside.

Some call it Hades; others call it Gehenna; some call it Sheol. Others… Niflheim, Diyu, Xibalba, Naraka, Jigoku.

There are so many names.

I am everlasting.

My flame can never be extinguished. Nor can my fire ever be quenched.

My flaming tongue licks and burns.

They were gifted with the gift of Life, but they chose Death.

They were foolish enough to roll the dice and lost.

I am a flame lighting up the unending night.

A fire crashing in a furnace.

A pink carnation burns here; a blue carnation burns there. And a white carnation burns in the middle.

I was born to torture, from one century to another; from one millennium to another; from eternity to eternity.

There is no torture on earth like mine.

The spark of my existence was rooted in His Mind.

I am a Creation from the Mind of Almighty God.

I was born to do His Bidding.

To meet me is to inherit the second Death.

To meet me is to know unspeakable horror.

I can never die.

There is no terror or fear that the eyes of men have ever seen or can imagine, that does justice to what I am.

There are no words that can convey the horror. No words to describe the terror.

Just like they have no idea about the Wonders of Heaven, they have no idea about the Agony of Hell.

Human minds cannot comprehend the fiery pit.

Who can live with everlasting flames?

I am a burning fire. But I do not destroy.

Though ghosts plead for death, it will never come.

I am a burning fire. But I do not consume.

Though ghosts beg for death, their cries go unanswered.

I am everlasting.

I can never be extinguished or die.

Dt. 32: 22 “For by my wrath a fire is enkindled that shall rage to the depths of the nether world.”

Ps. 21: 10 “At the time of your coming you will drive them into a furnace. Then the Lord’s anger will consume them, devour them with fire.”

Ps. 16: 10 “For thou wilt not leave my soul in hell; neither wilt thou suffer thine Holy One to see corruption.”

Ps. 112: 10 “The wicked shall be angry to see this; they will gnash their teeth and waste away; the desires of the wicked come to nothing.”

Is. 33: 14 “On Zion sinners are in dread, trembling grips the impious: ‘Who of us can live with the consuming fire? Who of us can live with the everlasting flames?’”

Is. 66: 24 “They shall go out and see the corpses of the men who rebelled against me; Their worm shall not die, nor their fire be extinguished; and they shall be abhorrent to all mankind.”

Mal. 3: 19 “For lo, the day is coming, blazing like an oven, when all the proud and all evildoers will be stubble, And the day that is coming will set them on fire…”

Jb. 21: 11-13 “These folks have infants numerous as lambs, and their children dance. They sing to the timbrel and harp and make merry to the sound of the flute. They live out their days in prosperity and tranquilly go down to the nether world.”

Mal. 1: 6 “A son honors his father, and a servant fears his master; If then I am a father, where is the honor due to me? And if I am a master, where is the reverence due to me? …”

The story will be continued in Flame 2

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