There had long been in his eyes a darkness that was not of this world. The darkness in his eyes seemed to be demonic, as it did not yield to any situation where darkness might normally be confronted with a challenge. Instead, it fought on, undaunted, to overtake his mind, body, and soul.

He became one with Satan and promised to carry out the will that the leader of the demons had set out for him.

Therefore, off he went, to fight the forces of light and to bring forth the triumph of the forces of darkness. He endeavored to bring forth darkness into the world and destroy the light which had obstructed the ways of his lord and master, Satan.

To accomplish this, he needed the help of forces already on the Earth which already had dedicated themselves to fulfilling the will of his master. The man, who was known by the few who knew him as Jack, sought to commune with those groups which relegated themselves to the outskirts of society.

Therefore, Jack, dressed in ripped and dark clothing with a pair of sunglasses to obscure his face, walked into a seedy bar to meet with a guy whom Satan had told him was a ready and willing participant in his games.

These games were not the games that you and I play, but rather, were much darker and much more serious, as they concerned the potential fate of millions of people throughout the world.

Jack, who in this world felt at ease and secure, decided to further approach the man. He felt that the man would be willing to be subservient to his desire and that he could, therefore, entrust the man with the will which he had been given.

Inside the bar, Jack took a seat on one of the pedestals. Shortly after sitting, he swiveled in the pedestal to find, staring at him, the very man whom Jack had been tasked to meet earlier.

The man was tall and muscular, and from the physique he had, it was clear that Satan had used him as an enforcer of sorts. This would obviously help him to police the places he had to head off to.

The man soon stared at Jack, and at that moment, each glanced at the other.

Jack saw the man's steely visage and felt more than a little unnerved. He wasn't quite sure of what to make of such a man, especially when the man was a worker for the very devil himself. In the man's face, Jack saw that it was a jagged face, weathered due to years of labor and toil which he had done to serve his master. There were bags under his eyes, and he was clearly tired. He had thick stubble on his face, and it seemed as though he had not shaved in several days.

Jack reasoned "Considering the duties and obligations he has, I can see why a relatively trivial matter such as shaving could take a back seat to other, more pressing problems."

Then, the man saw Jack. Jack was never able to grow a beard, but nonetheless, had a visage which indicated that he had long ago subordinated himself to a different self from that which he had previously encountered. This caused the man to have a grudging respect for Jack even though Jack was relatively scrawny.

After this period, both men shook hands.

"I'm Jack. Nice to meet you."
"I'm Connor. Ditto."

After the two men introduced themselves, the topic of the conversation switched from small talk to more pressing matters. Jack leaned in on the bar and started talking to Connor.

"I've been told that you're Satan's enforcer and that I need to find you so that you can help me to become a willing participant in those tasks which I have been told to do by Lucifer. It is my sincerest desire to further my training with him, but in order to reach that major advancement, I need someone who works with him to maintain the system which he has established. From all the things that have come to my knowledge, you are the one who would most be suited to abetting my cause."

Connor remained quiet while Jack spoke. Once Jack finished, however, Connor let out a loud laugh. His face, once so steely and determined, took on an incredulous grin. Soon, he began to speak.

"Why should I help a puny trainee like you? What's in it for me? I have other things that I need to do and things that I'd rather be doing. I didn't enter this gig long ago to become some mentor to a kid who has delusions of grandeur."

I heard these words of mockery and found myself seemingly under attack by them. I knew that I was sent for a greater purpose than the purpose for which the man had stated. Therefore, I was determined to respond to his statement to show to him what it was that I needed to do.

Turning to him, I said "Look, buddy, I get that I'm new here and that you weren't expecting this, but I was sent over by the man himself to learn the tricks of the trade. Unless you want to get into trouble with the man himself for not doing what he wants to be done, I suggest that you do your job and train me for the path to come. "

Connor's face became reddened with anger, and it seemed as though he wanted to strike back at me. Then, however, he remembered that while he did not want to have to deal with me, that he still had to serve Satan, and for better or worse, he would have to suck it up.

He turned back to me and said "Alright, I'll train you. Don't expect any special treatment just because you're new, though. You'll have to face the same regimen that those who have put themselves in the employ of my master have had to fall under. Is that understood?"

I turned to him and nodded my head, responding with an affirmative "Yes."

At that moment, Connor stood up and looked at me, square in the eye.

"Our training begins tomorrow. It is late in the night and I need to sleep."

I saw this and was slightly perturbed by the implication that his words gave. I had been forced to give up my home and car to Satan as part of his accepting me into his ranks. After all, Lucifer did drive a very hard bargain.

Connor stared at with an almost vice-like glare. I realized then that I had perhaps rested myself in my thoughts and past memories for far too long. I would need to release myself back into the world of reality. As a result of this, I quickly turned to him.

"I'll join you. Connor, go ahead of me. I'll go behind."

"Fair enough, dweeb" Connor replied, though with a smirk on his face which showed me that Connor was indeed starting to warm up to me.

I saw Connor opening up a delicate door, which must have been incredibly strong at one point but which had been weakened by force and the pressures of time. The door was rickety, but nonetheless, still did the job it was tasked to do.

The steps then were shown. The stairwell was rather dark, and only a dim light, insufficient to prevent darkness but which nonetheless gave some guiding path, illuminated the steps we took. I followed Connor up the stairs, and at the end, a second door approached. This door wasn't as worn as the door we'd seen earlier, but nonetheless, still had some wear and tear. Connor opened the door and entered. I promptly followed him and closed the door.

Now the two of us were on the second floor, and Connor walked me through a hallway. At the very end, there was a door that seemed nondescript at first glance, but when Connor approached, a small, golden C came into being. Inside that C was a small camera, which scanned Connor's face.

Before long, the door opened. Connor entered and I promptly followed. I was now in Connor's bedroom.

The bedroom was a decently-sized space. It wasn't small but it wasn't huge either. In it, there stood in the middle a large bed. The bed also had    a nightstand to the left of it.  On the nightstand was a lamp, and that lamp helped to provide a certain degree of light. Off to the left corner, there was a closet and a desk with a chair. To the center of the area, in between the desk area and the nightstand, was a clothes rack.

At that moment, Connor went and showered. I stayed on the bed, which though somewhat tattered and worn, was still comfy. I waited for Connor to finish, and when he stepped out, I glanced up at him. His face had thick stubble, which seemed as though it had not been shaved in days. Then, off fell his shoulder-length hair, which was a dark black that fit more with the darkness of the night than the light of the morning.

I went and turned my stare downward. He had broad shoulders, and his chest was well-muscled, but at the same time, covered to a certain extent by a large amount of hair. His forearms were large and were strong. They were also, befitting his self, hairy as well. His hands were also large and muscular, and in them, there was a certain sense of power- a certain state of being in which the arms were almost a sort of weapon in the arsenal of his body.

I would have seen more were it not for Connor staring at me and telling me "Dude, you need to shower. Also, please stop staring at me. It's giving me the creeps."

Slightly sheepish, I stared and said "Well, okay. I'll stop here. Let me shower."

Connor grinned at me. "That would be a great idea."

I then got my clothing, put it on the toilet seat, and jumped into the shower. The hot water proved to make me feel alive and reinvigorated, and the removal of the dirt and grime which had taken over me in the course of the day made me feel as though I were cleansed and purified.

Once I finished the shower, I exited out and dried myself. At that moment, I put on my clothes and put the tower out on one of the racks to hang. I then exited the bathroom and closed the door. Connor was on the bed, seemingly waiting for me.

Off in the distance, in the desk chair, I saw Connor's chair hanging on it. Then, I jumped into the bed.

As I made myself comfortable and removed my glasses, I noticed that Connor wasn't wearing any clothing to bed- he was stark naked. In contrast, I was wearing a pair of pajamas. The juxtaposition was certainly interesting, to say the least.

Connor laughed and looked at me. In his expression, he said everything that he needed to say. Clearly, he was incredulous at the thought that I wore pajamas to sleep. Nonetheless, I went to the bed and turned off the lamp that provided light in the darkness of the night. In spite of the fact that this was a bed where I had never slept before in sketchy environs, I had a deep and dreamless sleep.

The morning soon came far more unexpectedly than I wished for it to be. As I tossed and turned, I saw that Connor was already dressed and bedecked in the gear that would prepare him for the task which he was supposed to do. Part of me felt that I should awaken, but before long, I was conquered by the forces of sleep, and fell back. I heard Connor's footsteps leave, and didn't know what to expect. I would soon find out.