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The Harrowing of Helland.

Prologue

You better be careful what you wish for, because sometimes it comes true. They wanted this, and now they are burning alive in the inferno they so deeply wished for, and accuse others for their misfortune. Many hope that this experiment will show, once and for all, that they were wrong. But for them to accept that they were wrong, that may be too much to hope for. What gave birth to this Hell? Well, it all began with the illogical, false and outright dangerous demands of a certain group called “Black Lives Matter” and their followers. They screamed from the top of their lungs that all white people are racists, that all black people are being oppressed, and that the judicial system (police in particular) were being discriminative against them, and made black people their own “hunting targets”. They wanted the government (and all white people) to let them be, to let them do what they want, because doing otherwise would be racist and must be annihilated. Attacking anyone that was not black was seen as a sort of justified vengeance, something that nothing should stand against.

The pressure rose to such a degree, that there was only one solution that, hope against hope, may end this rising inferno that was devouring the rest of the nation. And that was to create a city, aye, a county even, with its borders walled, and let all these black people do what they want. This project took many years to complete, and during that time their wrath showed no mercy. The streets of many cities were in absolute chaos. When the activity of the police rose, in order to quell this wildfire, they roared about racism and oppression. The situation was intolerable. When the county finally was prepared, the police, with the help of the military, forcibly moved these deviants into this county of solitude. Everything they possibly could need were there. They were able to grow food, they were able to sustain the electrical needs, aye, they even had internet there, so they could whine online.

Everything they could possibly need in order to create a peaceful and working anarchic society was at their fingertips. They no longer needed to “suffer” under the “tyranny” of the white people and the “brain washed” black people who “served their overlords”. The black paradise they so desperately wanted laid before them. Do you think they took this opportunity? No, they certainly did not. It was not because they were black, no, the reason was that their ranks were filled with aggressive people, flooded by criminals who wanted a shield to use against the law.

Just after a few months their population were cut in half, and what remained was lorded over by blood soaked crime lords, fighting for territory. These crime lords and their gangs not only fought with each other, and those who did not want to have anything to do with them, but they also gave birth to a demonic corruption within the ranks of the “Wall-Guards”. This corruption was created in order to allow all the material needs a Blood-King and their murderous henchmen could possibly desire. The crime lords lived like gods, their inner circle like king, and the rest of the gangsters as knights, while those who suffered under their rule got nothing. That is not true, they were indeed given something; the beautiful present of slavery.

The majority of the unaffiliated were enslaved, those who were “lucky” enough to escape such a fate had lives not even fit for vermin. The corpses of the deceased were, for the most part, never buried. They lied on the streets, in the buildings, aye, anywhere where they might have fallen, and rotted. This Walled County, nicknamed “Helland”, became the typical setting of a post-apocalyptic story. The account of a particular person, which the rest of the world might already know who it is, will be retold here. His statement of the life in Helland might hopefully help open the eyes of all those who believe that such a solution would be in their best interest.

The Statement of Samuel Bell.

I neither have time nor strength enough to account for everything that I experienced within Helland, but I will tell you the events that affected me the most. First off, I will introduce myself to whoever might read this; my name is Samuel Bell, and I am 17 years old during the time I am writing this. I will start when I was a mere slave to the gang known as 'Angelz of Heaven', led by the most brutal and horrifying of the “citizens” of Helland; Lord Jayhova. The Angelz of Heaven was the most powerful of all the gangs, they ruled approximately 80% of Helland, and Lord Jayhova was the God of Helland. No one dared go against them, and the other gangs existed by the grace of Lord Jayhova.

Anyone who crossed the God of Helland would feel the full wrath of a very vengeful and jealous deity. The slaves of Angelz of Heaven were separated into 4 categories: Sex-slaves, Labour-slaves, Cooking-slave, and Domestic-slaves. There used to only be 3 different categories of slaves, but Lord Jayhova decided that food was far too important to be a part of the task of the Domestic-slaves. I belonged to the Labour-slaves category, and more specifically the subcategory of 'Job's Family'.

Job's Family is a subcategory whose task was to essentially be the “pawns” of Angelz of Heaven's chess game against other gangs and insurgents. The greatest threat against the dominance of Angelz of Heaven took place some time ago (it is hard to be specific, because time does not mean anything in Helland). It was when Anton Weathers, a former 'Archangel' of Lord Jayhova's council, decided that the time of his master and god had come. Anton started a rebellion against Lord Jayhova and the Angelz of Heaven, in order to usurp the divine throne of Helland. It was during this rebellion that Job's Family were used the most. We were sent into war zones, and our only objective was to confuse the enemy, so that the “real” soldiers, or 'angelz', could launch surprise attacks and ambushes.

Many of my friends, yes, even my two brothers, were killed during the rebellion, and I somehow survived the ordeal. It was during the rebellion that I earned my “promotion” from being a mere slave to a fully-fledged member of Angelz of Heaven. The squad of Job's Family slaves that I was in during this battle, that would change everything, were launching a full front assault on the last refuge of Anton Weathers and his fellow rebels. We were armed with knives, baseball bats, crowbars, anything that could be used efficiently as a melee weapon. Firearms were never “wasted” on Job's Family slaves, because our lives mattered less than that of rats in the eyes of the Angelz of Heaven, and other non-slaves as well. During this chaotic battle I somehow managed to fight my way in to the room where Anton and his lieutenants were, waiting like the cowardly leaders they were. I pried a gun from the dead hands of one of Anton's fallen soldiers, and I used this weapon in my own surprise attack on Anton and his lieutenants.

I knew that Anton was to be captured alive, because Lord Jayhova himself wanted to end his life in a very hellish manner, so I purposefully avoided Anton while I gunned down those around him from the window behind them. They did not guard it because it was on the 3rd floor, and they did not think anyone would be able to ambush them from there, which was their fatal mistake. I killed his Lieutenants and forced Anton down on the ground and waited for the Angelz to come. Some time after this last battle of the rebellion, I was in the crowd that were there to witness the final execution of Anton Weathers, who became known as Judas Luzifer, the Betrayer of Helland.

He had been tortured for quite some time, and this public execution was the final humiliation of Judas Luzifer, formely known as Anton Weathers. My contribution to the end of the rebellion was recognized, and, as previously stated, I was promoted to become a member of Angelz of Heaven. I rose through the ranks pretty quickly, and finally I was promoted to Archangel, taking Judas Luzifer's place at Lord Jayhova's council.

I did truly horrible things during my time as a member of Angelz of Heaven. I murdered, tortured, raped, and no one escaped my holy wrath. Men, women, children, no one was safe. The more brutal I was, the more I was admired and respected by the rest of the gang. I had completely forgotten my old life before Helland, and Lord Jayhova had banished the internet through his corrupted Wall-Guard minions, so that no one would be able to get in contact with the old world. He was God, and that was the way he wanted it to remain. His will was absolute, even I thought that during the majority of my life in Helland. It was my first mission to the wall that began my awakening to the hell that I called heaven. I met with the captain of the Wall-Guards, which was in Lord Jayhova's pocket, to give him Jayhova's orders for the week, or month, I don't truly know as time was lost on me, but it does not really matter.

It was the first contact I had with the old world since I arrived in Helland. The captain was watching TV when I arrived, and it was that which resurrected my old life within me. I was astonished to how much we missed out on in Helland, and it was all petty things. I did not even think about the relative peace, freedom and harmony that we sold for what we thought would be a utopian anarchic society, but which turned out to be hell on earth. The thoughts on the old world and on all the things I missed out on continued to plague my mind for a long time, and I became distanced. This was brought to my attention when Lord Jayhova enquired what was wrong with me. Then I knew that I needed to be on my “best” behaviour around everyone. The more I went to the wall to deal with the captain, the more I began to long for the old world, the world beyond the wall. The day came when I decided that I wanted to leave Helland, that I wanted to close down this project, to erase it from the face of the earth.

I wanted to live in the world beyond the wall once again. I was respected and feared enough to get the rest of the Archangels with me, as well as the other members of the Angelz of Heaven, but Lord Jayhova was another matter altogether. He would never give up his domain, he would never relinquish his godhood. So, there was only one thing I could do, something Judas Luzifer failed to do. Judas Luzifer (Anton Weathers) never tried to directly execute Lord Jayhova. Why? I dont know, but that was the case. But I would, that I decided. So, during the regular meeting the Archangels had with Lord Jayhova, where my place was at his right side, I took action. I pulled out my gun and shot Lord Jayhova through his right temple, and the God of Helland was no more. After this deicide I cut off his head with my knife, put it in a bag, and demanded that the Archangels and the rest of the Angelz of Heaven would follow and obey me. I heard no words against this, and off we went to the wall. I showed the captain the severed head of Lord Jayhova and demanded to be let out of Helland.

The captain made several calls, and we were put under guard in a storage facility during several days, if the guards and the captain is to be believed. I could not tell because there was no clocks nor windows, but it was peaceful. It was not just me who felt it. The military finally came, and they loaded us into buses, and off we went. I was later told that it took several weeks to completely empty Helland and ending this project. We were not allowed to be free and roam the streets, though. No, after all the atrocities that occurred in Helland, to which we were a big part of, we were all to be sentenced to jail according to the level of our engagement.

I was though forced to, in a very morbid way, give the head of Lord Jayhova, wrapped in blankets and put in a box, to his mother. His real name apparently was Jayden Christo, which both made and made not sense, but that is not something I should be going into here. I apparently spent 3 years in Helland, and the things which I have written herein is absolutely nothing compared to the horror that took place there, and nothing I ever want to think about again. This is my statement, it may have no value nor be of any interest to any of you out there, and I agree. This statement is like a children's tale compared to what I could have written about, but, as I said, I want to forget all the horror that I experienced in Helland to be out of sight, out of mind.

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