Knowledge, doesn't everyone- at some point strive for knowledge? My craving was nothing less than a curse. I thought it would bring me greatness! Everyday I superciliously unearthed information most fools could never process. Cavalier I was, becoming prideful before my juvenile peers.
I never believed in any religion, but my thoughts now change. There are supreme beings among us. Though I highly doubt you will believe me, I'm in a penitentiary after all. I was once nihilistic, that is now false. You could say I made a covenant with the devil. Bound my soul in blood, I did! Yes, I guess it is true. It was my curse and also my arrogance that brought me to my demise. Knowledge was a great factor, I shall add. So long ago it feels...
Lost in my studies I was stupefied by careless philosophy, I did not realize a gent casually leaning against my bookcases with a mischievous grin. "Who are you?" I demanded, acknowledging his presence. He was handsome and young though malicious confidence obstructed his angelic beauty. Although young, implicating arrogance his eyes told me otherwise.
"Mr. Haxing, do you believe in God (or Satan)?" he asked with a taunting smile. Confused with his abrupt question, formalities forgotten, I answered truthfully "Hah, no. Such ignorant beliefs are a waste of time" a smug smile played across my lips. He laughed, a deathly melodious laugh. So beautiful, yet full of scorn and calamity.
He studied me for quiet awhile, still smiling as if to some forgotten jest. The rest is quite hazy; he asked what my one desire in life was. I simply answered 'knowledge'. He then nonchalantly removed a book from my library; I remember never laying eyes on such a book before. It was hideous yet magnificent. I couldn't pry my eyes off such enigma. He lilted "omniscience can be granted but with a price." I knew he was not joking, yet I still played along. "Hmm, and what shall this price be?" I sarcastically insisted. "Whatever I see fit, Mr. Haxing."
I was immediately filled with trepidation, was this an omen? It did not matter; I was already playing a game I could not quit. Given circumstances can not let me tell what price I had to pay, though I would never say so anyways. A horrible price it was. I was handed the book, which on contact immediately pricked my finger, staining itself with my blood. The transaction was finished and the gentleman was gone. I testify I could still hear his tainted laughter!
Well my desire was fulfilled; I knew all the answers before the questions. I was quiet boastful, to boastful I might add. I even knew about everyone and their certain situations.
Haha, it was marvelous! But as the weeks passed I was suddenly feared. No one could understand why I knew more than them. They were afraid of my knowledge, of me. Why didn't I realize this would happen? My arrogance got me in this predicament, and there was no way of getting out. I myself knew it was inevitable.
And here I am, waiting for the sun to set. The gent ready to take me to perdition.