VENI, VIDI, VICI

The explosion following the stopping of time was fierce. Over the world thousands of ghosts screamed in terror. For the first time in eternity their voices were strong enough to break through the soundbarrier. All around the globe the living heard the siren of the death. Kimberlyn felt himself scream in pain as he was blown away. He had been too late... In his last moments in the room Kimberlyn had been able to read the title of the book:

Apocalypse Now

Within the book, the four spirits stirred. They had been locked for ages. Well not exactly, one of them had been strong enough to periodically visit the earth and cause death and disaster. It was this spirit that left the book first. Satan as he still liked to be called rode out in the night on his white horse. The reign of Jahwe was over, the earth belonged to him now.
Pleased with the hastening of the events Satan scorched the skies to add to the effect. As far as the eye could see the air was full of red and black now. Clouds were burned up in the air leaving only ashes falling to the ground. But not all the ashes came from the clouds. No, insects, birds and even airplanes were added to the drizzling greyness.
Satan put his hands to his mouth and launched a strange cry. It sounded like a deep humming coming from deep within his body. But below the humming words were spoken which gave it an atmosphere of impossibility as two, no three voices came together in a frightening melody. When the three separate voices had been moulded together they rose up high to piercing notes.
Finally they were echoed, not by Satan, but by something else. Though Satan himself was quite an imposing figure, what he had called would cause a lot more commotion. Three huge bats with black-raven wings came flying down, unharmed by the burning skies.
Satan flicked his fingers together, making time run forward again. People all around him screamed. One minute it had been a sunny afternoon, the next a vision from a nightmare. But most humans still stood still, not quite sure if they were dreaming or not. Satan looked at his minions and called out:
"People of the earth! No longer do you live free lives. No longer does a merciful God look down on you to protect you from wrong. From now on all you'll know is Pain."
At those last words Satan lifted his arms and trust his crossbow forward. This gesture was immediately followed by the three winged bats. Their eyes lit a bright yellow-white as they dove down on the waiting crowd. Not many people hesitated anymore. Dream or not, anyone would run in this situation. Some couldn't even understand why they had stayed there as long as they had.
Chaos walked through the world at that moment. People ran but had nowhere to go. They screamed only to be overpowered by other voices. A life was worth nothing. Above the winged demons soared, periodically diving down to capture a human. They were in no hurry, Satan's reign would last a thousand years. Why worry?
The smallest of the three grabbed a child. The girl was about twelve and had long blond hair and blue eyes. In her eyes the reflection of her spirit told the story of a blinding white soul. The smallest demon was excessively pleased to devour this soul. He had the girl, bleeding from her sides, in his beak when the two others noticed his catch. Screaming they flew towards him and ripped the girl apart in pieces. The smaller demon was left with nothing while the two larger ones each had a part. As the girl breathed her last breath, her soul was caught and trapped in the dark behind the eyes of the demon
While all this was happening Satan rode through the crowds, running down men, women and children alike, trampling them under the legs of his horse. He loaded his crossbow and shot. A young man screamed and fell. Instantly he was trampled by a herd of panicking humans running the other way. Satan rode closer. The eyes of the man still were alive. The palms of his hands were turned up as if to ask for help and compassion. Satan smiled and gave his horse the order to trample the man's body. No mercy anymore.

Kimberlyn opened his eyes. For a moment he thought he had died, but you can't kill what is already dead. That made him feel more powerful. He got up and looked around. Blood, dead and fire were all around him.
"So, it has started." he said.
There was no chance of him stopping this. But what else was he supposed to do? He owed it to the world he still felt bonded to. Quickly he opened the purple-black wings he only know noticed he had. As he slowly learned to cope with his new state of being he grew stronger and more powerful. Maybe there was hope.