Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word. The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just use it for direction.This week, we, the user, are allowed to pick; therefore, the chosen word is "Wicked."
In the dark night of one's own mind, people plot and plan.
They use their wits to bring an end to others -- to steal, to control, to foster desire or hate; to start wars for their own gain, or to spread illness and decay.
Hidden beneath their dark acts lies a brutal truth about themselves, one they'd rather never confront: That they, mere men, are themselves controlled by forces far more malevolent than their machinations would ever allow.
These wicked masters, furious and fuming, wish to bring civilization to end, rain Hell from the sky, and reclaim the Earth in their own unholy name.
For no matter the evil that lurks within, nor how vile the beast that man can be, there is, out there in the dark void, sinister, Stygian foes rank with power who will bring chaos and pain in waves unending; and man, the lost and lowly creation, will be trampled mercilessly under foot and will bow and scrape and pay homage to that which dwells within the uttermost Inferno that they, themselves, had summoned.