Teryn Cochran

Hellish Martyr Teryn Cochran

Hell hath no fury, so come what havoc may, Life has been complicated, war and strife lost and grief, but that isn't why I'm here. I needed a drink. My old watering hole is gone, so I found a new one. The only issue is a massive portrait of a yearling boy staring at me from the mantle of the pub, the same boy who happened to be a voice in my head. Being the three-hundred and first generation of Belial came with a few caveats. The first Lucifer is a slavedriver and the second that there were three hundred Belials before me. The portrait happened to be of the two-hundred and second. All smiles, but never stops talking. So, now he's going to tell me a story. A story about a boy who loved to entertain, who was forced to fight, and who had to make a choice few could ever make. He lived to smile and died to keep others smiling. This is the story of a boy. I call him 202. And how he smiled through the pain.