A Lost Man's Descent

A Lost Man's Descent

Chapter 1: The Discovery

Jacob Adler had always been a man searching for purpose, though he would never admit it. He was intelligent, articulate, and deeply dissatisfied with the modern world. His nights were spent in dimly lit rooms, books piled high around him, their covers dusty and worn. Among them lay a copy of Mein Kampf. At first, curiosity drew him to its pages, but over time, the words became a source of inspiration. He saw in them a kind of dark clarity that mirrored the turmoil within him.

This world, he thought, needs men like Hitler, men who refuse to bow. He didn’t see himself as evil. He saw himself as a visionary, a man destined to lead others away from what he called the decay of modernity.

But Jacob’s inspiration was not limited to books. As he immersed himself further, he began to experience strange occurrences—dreams that felt too real, whispers that echoed in his mind long after he had awakened. At first, he brushed them off as figments of his imagination, but the voices grew persistent.

Chapter 2: Conversations in the Night

The first voice came during a thunderstorm, its low rumble blending with the sound of the rain pattering against the windows. Jacob, it whispered, you are chosen.

He sat up in bed, heart racing. Who’s there?

No answer, just the steady beat of rain. But the voice returned the next night, and the night after. Soon, Jacob no longer feared it. He welcomed it. It spoke of greatness, of destiny, of power beyond comprehension.

One night, the voice said, Would you like to speak with the great men of history? Those who understood what you do?

The dead? Jacob asked, his breath hitching.

No, the voice replied, not dead—eternal.

And so began his conversations with figures he believed to be historical titans: leaders, conquerors, and visionaries. He spoke with Hitler, who praised his ambition. He spoke with Himmler, who encouraged him to embrace the occult as a path to unlocking true power. They filled his mind with strategies, ideologies, and secrets they claimed had been hidden from the world.

But they were not the dead. They were unclean spirits, deceiving him, just as they had deceived Hitler and Himmler.

Chapter 3: The Rise

Fueled by this newfound guidance, Jacob began to gather followers. His speeches, delivered with a passion that bordered on the supernatural, mesmerized crowds. He had an uncanny ability to predict events, to exploit weaknesses in his enemies, and to inspire blind loyalty in those who heard him.

This is power, he thought. Real power.

But something darker was at work. His nights were filled with visions, horrific and intoxicating. The spirits no longer whispered—they commanded. And he obeyed.

Lead them, they said. Change the world.

He launched a movement, spreading propaganda that twisted truth into a weapon. His followers, deceived like him, believed they were part of something grand. But as Jacob’s influence grew, so did his paranoia and cruelty. He began to see betrayal everywhere. He turned on allies, silencing those who questioned him.

Deceiving and being deceived, the Scripture had warned. But Jacob never read the Bible. He read only the books that fed his delusions.

Chapter 4: Unraveling

As time passed, the power that had once lifted Jacob began to destroy him. The voices were no longer encouraging—they were demanding. More, they hissed. More sacrifice, more blood.

Jacob’s health deteriorated. His once-charismatic presence was replaced by a gaunt, haunted figure. He slept little, and when he did, the nightmares were relentless. He saw visions of war, famine, and death. He saw himself standing in the midst of ruin, his followers scattered and broken.

Is this my destiny? he asked the spirits.

You are fulfilling it, they replied. But their laughter betrayed them. They had never intended to help him. They had used him as a tool, and now they were discarding him, just as Satan had discarded so many before.

Chapter 5: Possessed

One night, as Jacob sat alone in the dark, a cold sensation crept over him. His body stiffened, his mind clouded. The voice that spoke now was not the familiar whisper—it was a roar, a force that consumed him entirely.

He was no longer in control. The unclean spirit had taken over, just as it had done with others before him. His actions were no longer his own. He led his followers into madness, driving them to commit atrocities they could never undo.

Satan always destroys his own, the Scripture warned, and Jacob was no exception.

Chapter 6: The Great Tribulation

The world was descending into chaos. The warnings of old—the wars, the famines, the pestilences—had come to pass. The Great Tribulation, the worst time in human history, had begun.

Jacob wandered the streets of a ruined city, his mind fragmented. He saw signs of the destruction he had helped unleash: starving children, buildings reduced to rubble, skies darkened with smoke. His followers had abandoned him, their loyalty shattered by the very lies he had fed them.

He heard the spirits one last time. You served us well, they said, mocking him. But your time is over.

He collapsed to the ground, trembling. He had nothing left. The temporary power the spirits had given him had evaporated, leaving only despair and destruction.

In his final moments, Jacob thought of all he had done, of all the lives he had destroyed—including his own. He had been warned. The truth had been within his reach, but he had rejected it.

Christ and Him crucified—what a bunch of dribble and foolishness, he thought, dismissing the words as meaningless before turning his attention back to the chaos surrounding him.

Jacob died and opened his eyes in hell, tormented by the realization that the voices he had trusted were his undoing.