I hate this city. I hate the people. I hate the noise. I hate every single thing living in this damned town. It destroyed my life. It destroyed my family. It destroyed everything. My hope for revenge keeps me here. It keeps me alive. Every day this hope fades a bit more. Today is the worst day of my life. I should be with my parents. Instead I am with the people I hate the most. They blackmail me into being some kind of servant to them. I thought they were my friends. Then I told them about my parents. That they are on death row. Innocent. Law enforcement failed them big time. Today is their last day. They get their poison shot. Meanwhile I am here in this damned mall, carrying bags for my ‚friends' and wish for something to happen, not believing it would. I would pray to god, but I do not believe in something I cannot see. If god appeared in front of me I would believe.
We are entering the fourth store today. I already feel like my arms are falling off. I do not know how many hours have already passed. I would guess something between three and four hours minimum. Probably more. I hate my life. If the world could spontaneously end, that would be great. But that is a distant dream I guess.
Three more bags for my collection, yay. I pick them up and follow the others to our fifth stop for the day. How much more?! I shall never know. The bags are heavy. I kind of feel like fainting. I hear a chant.

BELIAL! BEHEMOTH! BEELZEBUB! ASMODIUS! SATANAS! LUCIFER!

Am I going crazy? That is the beginning of Ghost's song Year Zero. A mall would never play such a song. But there it is. I take a look around. Nobody seems to notice. I hear it again.

BELIAL! BEHEMOTH! BEELZEBUB! ASMODIUS! SATANAS! LUCIFER!

I try to locate it, but it seems to be coming from every direction. Am I finally going mad?
Suddenly the lights turn off. People start screaming. I just stay put. Where is that chant coming from? Somebody runs into me, blinded with terror. What are they all so afraid of? The lights turned off, it is not that special. With all the bags holding I lose balance. I fall to the floor. My head hits the ground. Everything goes black.

I open my eyes and take a look around. What happened? The bags I was carrying are gone. The store we exited earlier is empty. Like... completely empty. There is not a single sock left. It is an empty room. Only filled with air and smoke. No. Not smoke... Smoke would smell. I do not smell a fire or anything. But this mist is everywhere, filling the halls and rooms. I get up from the ground. The whole mall is empty. Maybe I should have been more careful with my wish of something happening. Because this is hella scary.
„Hello?"
No answer. Maybe I should get outside. Or maybe I should just wake up. This cannot be real. It has to be a dream.
But I do not wake up. I slap myself. It hurts. So is this real then? Is this some kind of prank? I walk around a bit, ready to beat any prankster up who thinks that this might be funny.
Nothing. Not a single person has come my way when I arrived at the main entance. I look outside but I cannot see anything. The black mist is blocking every light and sight. I try to open the door, it does not move an inch. Now what?
Then I hear it again. The chant.

BELIAL! BEHEMOTH! BEELZEBUB! ASMODIUS! SATANAS! LUCIFER!

Seriously? Is this some kind of joke?
I follow the sounds. It is not very loud, yet I can hear it very clearly. I walk back the hall until I arrive at another door. Probably locked as well... I try to open it and it does. I stare down a staircase leading into more darkness and black mist. Amazing. Might as well just stay up here. But somehow I want to get down there. Even though I cannot see the end of the stairs I follow it downwards. The chant gets louder.

BELIAL! BEHEMOTH! BEELZEBUB! ASMODIUS! SATANAS! LUCIFER!