Fictional stories by John Saccone

I have a beginning, but I have no end.

A burning fire born in Hell to torment those that do evil.

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.

Day and night they burn. Day and night they burn. Day and night they burn.

Licked by a tongue of fire that never gets dry.

I was fashioned by the hands of the Almighty. Born to do His Bidding.

I hear the righteous anger of the innocent that have been harmed.

Their righteous anger fans my flame.

I hear their cries and pleas.

They fuel my anger.

To fall into my flame is to meet a horror beyond all imagination.

To meet me is to meet a horror beyond all nightmares.

Beyond all comprehension.

I was interred in a place of tears. Interred in a place with no hope.

Surrounded and hidden in darkness.

I am deaf to the cries of others. I am deaf to their pleas for mercy.

I rage as a flame of Justice. I rage as an Avenger.

The pages from the calendar are torn away. The leaves on the branches fall. One season turns into another.

Over time, one silly secular idea after another gets mocked and ridiculed.

One fad after another loses its luster.

One philosophy after another wilts and dies.

The pages from the calendar are torn away. The leaves on the branches fall. One season turns into another.

The young grow old and die.

One generation after another turns to ashes.

Long gone… not remembered.

But I remain resolute. I remain unchanged.

I am remembered.

Throughout the world I am feared.

To meet me, is to inherit the second Death.

I am Eternal. Everlasting.

A nightmare beyond all human understanding.

A flame born in hell to do the Bidding of my Master.

Not by God’s Will but by their own will they Perish.

People who surf on dangerous waves, that don’t heed the Warnings of the Almighty, splash into a lake of fire.

They drown in an ocean of flames.

I was born in darkness

A sight so horrid to behold, that I exist in a sunless and moonless night.

Hidden by the shadows.

I am a spark ignited by the Mind of ALMIGHTY God.

To meet me is to inherit the Second Death.

I was interred in a place of anguish. Interred in a place of sorrow.

Interred in a place of pain.

One scheme after another falls to the ground. One dream after another is slain.

Fruitless works, destined to failure.

Fruitless works that bear no fruit.

In life’s moment, one’s hopes and plans are destroyed. Dashed against a Rock.

I was a spark in the mind of Almighty God. It was He that gave me life and a purpose.

I know of no other life than the one I have.

To meet me is to be consumed in a horror that is unimaginable.

I am on the other side of Life.

To meet me is to be embraced by the second Death.

I am inflamed with a passion for Justice. And from my hands there is no escape.

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. 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 The Flame 3

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