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Down to the Devil's Show	By : AlyShadows Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 941 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction! I do not know Avenged Sevenfold or anyone associated with them, and I do not profit from this.

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- 1-Down to the Devil's Show
- 1
The first thing Matt saw when he woke up was the mountains of fire surrounding him. He could scarcely move as his eyes moved over the blaze of red and orange. Fear gripped his chest as it seemed to be getting hotter and hotter and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He tried his damnedest to move, but his arms and legs seemed like they were tied to wherever he was laying, even though he couldn’t feel any form of rope or chain keeping him there.
“Ah, you’re awake.”
The voice made Matt cry out in fright and move his head around to see if he couldn’t see anyone, but he couldn’t. The source of the voice chuckled, a deep menacing sound that had Matt shivering in fear. He had never felt fear like that all his life. In fact, he was usually the cause of fear. Successful cop by day, brutal murderer by night, neither one of his jobs left much room for peace for anyone to cross his path. He never regretted it…until now, it seems.
“Wh-who are you?” he stammered. The fire flared up, hotter than he’s ever felt it, and he cringed, feeling the bottoms of his feet and the top of his head become increasingly warmer.
There was another chuckle before a man slowly started to walk into his sight. Matt had never seen him before, and he blinked in surprise when the man walked right through the fire as if it were nothing. No, he didn’t walk through it. There must’ve been an opening, but one that Matt couldn’t see.
“For such a brave, cold-hearted man, you sure as hell seem to scare easily.” The man’s green eyes sparkled in the fire with almost a red tint, one Matt was sure was only there because of the fire. The bigger the man’s smile got, the redder they became, and Matt shrank back. “I’m surprised you don’t know where you are or who I am. You’ve been told you’d come here your whole life, have you not?”
The first word that popped into Matt’s mind was Hell, but of course, that was absurd. Hell was as fictional as Heaven and unicorns. He never believed in an afterlife of any sort; when he died, he’d be just a rotting corpse in the ground and he’d simply no longer exist.
The man laughed louder than he had before. “If Hell doesn’t exist, where do you think you are?” Matt’s eyes widened in shock when he realized the man read his thoughts. He wouldn’t stop smiling as he studied Matt. “However, I have no time to convince you. Hell is real, you’re here, no need to sugarcoat it for you.” He went over and waved his hand over Matt’s body and suddenly, Matt could move again. Matt leapt to his feet and backed a couple feet away from the man.
“Get the fuck away from me, you sick bastard,” he spat. “I don’t know what game you’re playing, but it isn’t funny. Let me out of this room and you won’t have anything to worry about.”
The man didn’t laugh, but he seemed to find this hilarious. “I don’t think I have anything to worry about. You do. So I suggest just following me or you might just have to stay on that floor for a couple more weeks.”
“Weeks?” Matt’s angry façade faded and the fear showed again. He had been there for weeks? How was that possible? He didn’t remember anything.
The man shrugged. “Give or take. Now, follow me. I don’t suggest straying off the path. I can’t help you then.” Before Matt could protest, he turned and started for the fire. Matt thought for only a second before he trailed more slowly behind him. The fire was burning the closer he walk and he waited from himself to incinerate once he passed through it, but he didn’t. It licked his skin and made it feel like it was bubbling and boiling, but not his clothes nor his hair caught on fire. He let out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding until he was safely free from the fire.
The path was rough and rocky, but Matt did well to stick to it. The man was right. What he saw on either side of him was not particularly something he wanted to get involved with. Weird scenes of torture and dismemberment, eternal misery for anyone who it involved. The overwhelming scent of burning flesh hit his nose, and he shuttered when he heard the screams. He only let his eyes roam over the ground he was talking on.
A large castle suddenly appeared in front of them and Matt jumped backwards. It seemed to just pop up from the ground. The man he was following paused as Matt did, and Matt swallowed thickly but continued on his way. The man pushed through the front door into a large main hall, which looked to be covered in demons, gargoyles, and cobwebs. He made sure not to step off the black rug they were now on. The sounds and smells of outside disappeared when the door shut behind them. The man led him past the large, sprawling staircase that looked to be made out of bone and down a dimly lit hallway next to it. He could faintly see a line of people, both men and women, standing outside a room. They all looked scared, and he gulped.
“To the end,” the man said, pointing to the end of the line. Matt’s eyes flickered to the man, then to the line where people were staring at him with shame and fear. What was this all about? He slowly stood behind a man who looked like he had a bullet hole between his eyes, and the man he was following suddenly vanished, into thin air, making Matt jump.
Where the fuck am I?
“Next!” a voice yelled from inside the room. A woman came running out, her hands over her face and her body shaking. She was sobbing, and she ran out the front door where Matt faintly saw someone grab her arm and pull her away. The voice kept yelling the same thing and slowly people disappeared inside. Some came out, some didn’t; those that did had their hands over their faces.
Only the man in front of him remained and he started to tremble. The man went inside and he slammed his eyes shut, trying to breathe evenly and count to ten in hopes that he was just losing it. He would gladly spend his life in an asylum if he could just wake up.
“Next!” the voice yelled. The man in front of him hadn’t come back out and Matt slowly shuffled forward. Two men, one extremely fall with messy black hair and piercing blue eyes stood next to a blood-red table, grinning as he picked up something that looked like an extremely thin pen. The man behind the table had light brown eyes and a Mohawk and he looked shorter than the man standing. He was looking at a list in front of him.
“Sanders, Matt. Died a week ago.” He looked up as Matt went ashen. “Well c’mon, we don’t have all day,” he snapped.
“Dead?!” Matt squeaked. “I’m not dead! This is just a fucking nightmare. I’m going to wake up any second.”
The grinning man rolled his eyes and he took a couple steps forward and his arm shot out, grabbing Matt around the wrist and yanking him forward. Matt was too scared to struggle, not that he really could. As soon as the man touched him, his body went tense and he couldn’t move no matter how hard he tried.
“Relax, I ain’t going to hurt ya,” he said. “My name’s Rev, and this is my job. I guess my own punishment for being such a stupid fuck up there.” He chuckled, but his smile fell again and he set his mouth in a straight line. “What’s his number, Christ?”
Matt’s eyes flickered to the short man sitting, and his mind was spinning with questions at the names Rev and Christ, but he found he couldn’t talk either. “Six six six one,” Christ answered. He shook his head. “No wonder Vengeance picked him up. That was his number at one point, too.” Rev was grinning again as he uncapped the pen and pressed it to Matt’s forehead. Red hot pain shot through his head and spread throughout his body, but he couldn’t scream and he couldn’t move away. Rev moved the pen over his head, slowly inking in the four number Christ had told him: 6661.
Rev smiled after he finished and moved away, capping the pen again. “There!” he exclaimed. “Now go on. Vengeance is waiting for you outside.”
Matt stumbled back as if he was suddenly pushed. He gave Christ and Rev another fearful look before he turned, pressing his hand to the burning on his forehead, and ran from the room. He ran down the main hall and yanked open the giant front doors. He gasped and came to a complete stop as the green-eyed man stood on the step just outside. The man grinned as he moved Matt’s hand and his eyes moved over the numbers.
“Brilliant,” he said. “My numbers.” This must be Vengeance. He had no numbers, though. Vengeance smiled. “Yes, I’m Vengeance. I’m not a lost soul anymore, like you. I don’t need numbers. I’m a demon. Give it a couple hundred years and you’ll be just like me.”
Matt whimpered and shook his head. “No,” he whispered. "I don’t want to be just like you. I want to go home. How the fuck am I dead? I can’t be dead.”
Vengeance sighed. “Sorry to break it to ya, but you are dead. You’re dead, this is Hell, and you can’t ever go home again.”
“Why am I in hell?”
Vengeance chuckled. “Well you weren’t exactly the nicest person. You killed people, you stole, and you made everybody fear you. If anyone deserves Hell, you do. “
Matt squeezed his eyes shut and his legs fell out from underneath him.
“Please, God—“
Vengeance laughed. “Hate to twist your mind, but God ain’t on your side.” Matt looked up as tears leaked from his eyes. Vengeance leaned down to him and Matt, as bad as he wanted to, couldn’t look away. “You were an evil person while alive, and you’re going to be in an evil place in death.”
“No, no—“
“Yes. Someday, maybe, if you can stand it, you’ll be like Christ, Rev, and I. But for now,” He laughed, “you’re just a lost soul, number six six six one.”
The door behind them opened and Vengeance looked surprised. Matt turned and saw Christ standing there. He looked annoyed as he glanced from Matt to Vengeance. “Syn wants him,” he said. He didn’t elaborate as he turned and walked back inside. Matt looked back at Vengeance, who looked outraged.
“What the fuck?!” he roared, making the front windows rattle and Matt wince. Vengeance grabbed Matt, his grip so tight Matt whimpered and knew it would leave a bruise. He yanked him back in the castle and past the statues and cobwebs and up the stairs they had bypassed before. Matt was shocked to see another long line in Rev and Christ’s room even though nobody walked past he and Vengeance. He didn’t have time to dwell as Vengeance yanked him up the stairs. They went down so many twisting hallways and passed so many doors, Matt was sure he wouldn’t be able to get out even if he tried.
Vengeance finally stopped in front of a door that just had a picture of a skull with skeletal bat wings. He had no clue what that meant, but Vengeance pounded on the door. From inside a very calm voice said, “Come in.” Vengeance threw the door open and yanked Matt inside.
The man sitting behind the desk was not who Matt was expecting. He looked to be slightly shorter than Matt himself with spiky dark brown hair, chocolate brown eyes, and an easy smile that didn’t fall even at the look on Vengeance’s face. “What the fuck is Christ talking about?” Vengeance snarled. He pushed Matt behind him and Matt jumped when the door behind them slammed shut. “Six six six one is mine, not yours. That’s why he got my number.”
The man stood up and walked around, leaning on the edge of the desk. “You’re arguing my wishes?” he said.
Vengeance sighed. “No. Yes. Maybe. Fuck, Syn, he’s mine.”
Syn shrugged and stood up, letting himself be his full height which was a good couple inches taller than Vengeance. His smile was fading. “You dare question me.”
Vengeance growled and let Matt’s arm go. “Fine,” he snarled. “He’s yours.” He took another look at Matt before he stormed out the door. It was obvious Syn was the boss of this place, and Matt wanted to turn and run back to Vengeance. The door shut quietly and Matt was left, shaking in front of Syn. Syn’s smile was back and he went to sit back behind the desk.
“Matt,” he said, his voice almost a sigh. “I’m glad you’re here. See, Vengeance was just going to use you as a toy. He doesn’t know your full potential.”
Matt gulped. “P-potential?” he stuttered.
Syn nodded. “I know what you did on Earth. I have never seen someone create such fear among people before. Even I myself have had problems in the past. Only those that are under the Christian faith really fear me.”
“Who are you?”
He shrugged. “You humans call me many names.” He put his hand to his chest. “I call myself Syn, or Synyster, if you will. I’ve also been known as Lucifer or the devil or Satan…” He shook his head. “I don’t much care for those ones.”
Matt thought he was going to cry. “You’re…you’re…”
“The devil,” he sighed. “Sure.” He stood up. “But please, call me Syn. I have work for you, Matt.” His grinned widened. “Or, I’m hoping, Shadows.” He slowly walked closer to Matt. “Vengeance, Rev, and Christ…they were once in your shoes. I tried them as my second, my lover, but they couldn’t handle it. So they became my henchmen, doing my dirty work. But you.” He chuckled. “You, Matt Sanders, are the one.”
“N-no,” he mumbled, backing up. “No, I’m no one. Please, I’ll take whatever Vengeance gives me. I don’t want to be the devil’s sidekick. Or lover.” He shuttered. “Please, let me go.”
Syn smiled sadly. “One day you will see.” He walked forward and stood right in front of Matt. “We just have to get you there.”
.x.x.x.x.
-Five Years Later-
Matt woke up in a cold sweat, his eyes bulging as he bolted up. He looked around his room. It was exactly the same as he left it. He felt over his body and nothing had changed. He jumped up and saw no numbers on his forehead. But he remembered everything. Everything he went through, everything he did after he gave into Syn. He became Shadows, a demon, the devil’s second. He couldn’t lie and say he hated it. He couldn’t even say that he wished he was alive again.
So why am I?
“You’re not.”
He spun and saw Syn standing in his doorway. “I brought you here to Earth. I have work for you. You’re going back to your old job, but I’ll be joining you. Together, we’ll be able to take over this hunk of rock and have it as a playground for the demons that live in our world down below.”
Matt looked at him. “What should I do?” he said, instantly assuming the role he had in Hell. The devil’s second, doing as he told, asking no questions. Syn grinned.
“Kill. Maim. Torture. Everything you did before on Earth, but…better.”
Shadows grinned. He felt the power in him. The slight confusion he had when he woke up was gone. He wasn’t Matt anymore. He was Shadows, as he would be forever more.
“Yes,” he hissed. Syn laughed. “But first,” He walked closer, a twinkle in his eye. Syn’s eyes darkened as the lust quickly took over. Shadows grabbed Syn’s hips and pulled his flush against him. “I want you. Then, we’ll rule the world.”
Syn laughed again as Shadows head lowered to his neck.
“It’ll be their fucking nightmare.”
Author's Note: I've started a full-length story based on this one-shot, which I will be posting in about a week. It's under the same name, so there's no confusion.
--Aly
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