It’s incredibile that I’m here, a week ago i was convinced that years of work will be thrown away, like ashes of a dead man blowed in the wind. But no, everything take the right place, a work of art. Nevertheless what I’m now  must be written in the stone before my creation, or is a son of chaos, of impredictable events. I don’t care about this, I’ve worked, sweating  every drop, for becoming what I am, and now I’m enjoying my eternal perfection, and I can tell everyone my story, like every Great, but i know that how long my Greatness will go on depends only on my choices. Everything begins three centuries ago. I know you’re thinking that’s not possible, but I’m 500 hundred years old. How? Because I sealed a pact, I’ve let my soul being a part of a commercial: my soul for the love of a women. I’ve cheated for an unrequited love, and I’ve won, just for a single life, but I’ve won. The pact was clear, a mortal life with the love of my life, and an eternity  as an agent of hell. He decided that I was perfect for the job of “contractor”.  Everything was written. A life passes fast, and when death  comes between me and my wife, my work begins. It was easy for me, the human race is so fragile, so proud of their vanity, so ambitious and jelous. Like every work, it was somehow awful, and certainly predictable... except... well except for a case. I was summoned by a strange guy, it seems normal, and I was prepared for the usual requests like money, women, the same old shit.

But...

He asked me something absolutely unpredictable... he wanted to die... Now, I told him that was simply, that he didn’t need my assistance, just throw yourself out of a window...

But...

He wanted to die forever, to die without the eternity that follows every death. No one can die forever, only God and Lucifer can decide this punishment, it was out of my range. But he told me to ask Lucifer, to beg him for this. I leave, I needed time to think. After a few days I came back to him. I told him that He must tell me why, I needed to know the reason for this absurd request. I was not prepared to what he told me, he let me think as a human after centuries of devilish. But I understand that he was right, in every single word. To do what he asked me wasn’t simple, the only way to make it all works was to trick the devil, I have to buy his soul, Lucifer soul. The plan was simple, but it takes a long, long time to take place. I have to encourage all the worse in the world, whatever the cost. I came in the control of a lot of media brodcast, from tvs to paper. Manipulating that, every news was a bad news. I needed a bath of blood, wars, everywhere... with money everything is possible, a new war a week was simple to burn but diffcult to stop. Terrorism, plagues, viruses, a world turned upside-down. The piece of art were the burning towers, a lot of casualties, the world seemed at the edge.  After that I told Lucifer that something was changing, that up in Heaven they were thinking to surrender. He believes me, every word, every single word! I told him that he needed a contract, that he need to renounce to everything for becoming

everything. He knew that this was the way, if good can’t survive, evil must be a unique choice, to begin from the start. It was the most complex contract of my life, it need to be clear for him and for me, the passage must be clear but not visible. Lucifer trusts me, and when the sign was done, he dies, forever, and everything he was came in me. But his last glance was of  pity. So I understand, he knew it all, I was trapped in a thruth denied.

Lucifer denied the truth of what he knews, and the boy denied the thruth of what he was. The boy was God, and his contract, united with the contract of Lucifer, gave me the power to choice. Everything was in my hands...