The Phobos Chronicles

    A Letter of Introduction
   
   
    Dear reader of this letter,
    Life in Hell is nothing like what has ever been described in any book. As one who as lived in Hell for longer than my mind is able to remember, I would know. Who am I, you might ask? I haven’t really given much thought to who I am. You see, I’ve been given many names through the ages. The most noted, I suppose, would be what the Ancient Greeks called me. Phobos, the God of Fear. A literal personification of fear and horror.
    Now I understand what you’re thinking, ‘Greek Gods, really? Didn’t some author already do this story?’ No. Sure, stories have been derived to explain natural and unnatural events. However, most of these are simple delusions. The only two beings that any one group of people have gotten right are the most unpopular, as well as popular to believe in.
    To answer a life-long question, yes God is real, as is Jesus. Also, Lucifer, or as he is more widely known, Satan, is real. It’s really quite interesting that people think they can even begin to describe what they imagine hell, or even heaven, to look like. The closest is in The Bible, which makes some sense if you think about it.
    I’ve seen both, you see. Now I know, I live in Hell, but trust me, you’ve heard stories about me. The story about Job, I did a lot of that. Had to travel with Satan up to the big house in the sky and get permission to do it. If Satan even had the slightest idea that I let Job off pretty easily, he’d put through a worse torment than I’m in now.
    Any event that has ever happened that has put someone in an intense state of fear or horror, has been caused by yours truly. I’ve never exactly wanted to do any of the things I’ve done, but when the devil tells you to do something, you don’t ask questions. If people think I’m scary, they’ve never met him. Trust me, I’m the God of Fear (so to speak) and he scares the life out of me. Although, being immortal has made it slightly more bearable.
    But this is just the beginning of the story, and why am I telling you all of this? It’s quite simple. I’ve been in hell for as long as I can remember, so I’m assuming my entire existence, and to be quite honest, I’ve had enough. Being forced to live in Hell just because of who I am doesn’t seem all that fair. I’ve been to the real world several times, but have never been able to get a chance at redemption. That changes today, because today, I am breaking out of Hell.

-Phobos