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AN UNTOUCHABLES/HELLRAISER/PUMPKINHEAD/PARASITE CHILD STORY (hi, this is my first story. Please be helpfully constructive with your criticisms, but kind! Thanks.)
Annie have been missing for the past two days.That isn't like her to be late for anything, whether she would get ready to go to work, run errands or take care of her personal affairs. Annie was one of those people who believe in strong work ethics in everything she does, no matter what the subject.Her poor mother, Ednah, is worried sick, for Annie was one of those people who always show up at work and return home on time. Annie, a pretty, carmel-skinned young African-American teenager, slim and always had her long, shoulder-length hair in a ladylike bun and wore a long, ankle-length blue and orange dress. Everyone in her neighborhood, black and white alike, liked and respected the girl for her always cheerful, happy and kind nature, always willing to help those in need. Edna, a still-attractive woman in her early sixties, at first, called Annie's friends thinking she spent those two days at their house. No dice. She began to panic, when she again called Annie's co-workers at the ice cream parlor, the Sweet Treats and they told her no, haven't seen Annie since the day before yesterday.Edna then calls the Chicago police department, immediately informing that them Annie was missing, that she haven't been seen or heard from in two days. The cops said they sympathized but couldn't help; they was too busy focusing all their energies in dealing with the organised crimes figures. The main entrance of the station smelled heavily like a huge dose of Perfume Ala Funk, Sweat and Cheap Cigars, making Ednah quickly cover her nose; the stench nearly made her puke.Pleading, Ednah asks, "can't you at least try?""No, lady," one of the cops, a skinny guy whose whiteheads and pimples-infested face looked as though it seen better days gripes, "we are understaffed, right now, and can't afford to have anyone help searching. And the guys here are doing a lot of important duties. Sorry, honey".Yeah, right. "Important duties", they said. That room were filled to the brim with people, some of them hanging around the water fountain, gossiping about some gang moll getting laid by three Moran hoodlums at once. Others were walking briefly to and fro various designations inside the precinct building. A few of them were eating at their desks, a disposable tray filled with scrambled eggs, cheese, bacon and a container filled with coffee. Wonderful.The majority of them were either on Alphonse 'Scarface Al' Capone's or George 'Bugs' Moran's payroll, too busy kissing Gangsters' ass to do their jobs and search for a missing young woman. And the few of them who were honest and actually gave a damn about helping people either busied themselves, fighting to keep their noses clean, getting screwed over by their very corrupted peers, if not killed for being too zealous in their battle to keep themselves honest. Which frustrated the hell out of Ednah.bShe blurted, "I bet if my baby girl was white, you coppers would take the time to search for her. If Annie was a major babe (1930s equivalent of 'pretty' or 'beautiful') with blonde hair and blue eyes, you'd look." Bitter, Ednah muttered, "thank you all. Thanks a lot". One of the cops on the Gangsters' payroll only shrugged, replying, "your daughter is probably somewhere, having fun with some guy. She'll come home in a day or two. Next."Fuming, Ednah icilly replies, "my baby isn't a 'party girl', officer. She never been on a date, never been kissed, she's a good girl. Not some tramp, I never raised my daughter like that!! How dare you...!""Like I'd said, lady, go home. If we hear anything, we'd call ya. Have a nice day..." With those last words the cop dismisses the worried mother, who stares at him with shocked loathing and contempt. "Should have known better, than to ask crooked cops to do the right thing. Bastards", she thinks disgusted as she leaves the station.Ednah searched all over the neighborhood the remainder of the day, asking everyone within hearing whether they saw Annie, showing them photos of a smiling, perky-cute, beaming young Colored girl. They all said no, and sympathetically tells her no, a few of them, having teenaged daughters says they'll pray for her. Sobbing, crying and fighting deep within herself to keep from entering into hysterical fits, Ednah became desperate enough to enter the more seedy, dangerous neighborhoods and ask some of the hoodlums hanging out with their girlfriends, gang molls, and other assorted criminal peers for help. Ednah was well-known among a few of Chicago's hoodlums, for she was employed as housekeeper and sometimes as a seamstress designing flapper attire for those working for either Capone or Moran. Some of them offered to help, to a grateful, relieved Ednah, who was hoping against hope Annie would be found safe and sound. Most importantly, alive...No such luck. Obviously lady Fate was not smiling at Ednah.Days later, Ednah was contacted by some of the hoodlums, who called her at home, telling her Annie was found. Finally. Thank God.However, the news they gave regarding Annie wasn't at all good. Not even close. One of Annie's friends, a dark, exotically beautiful Italian girl, Annette, possessing a body that made Mae West'$ look like Popeye's girlfriend Olive Oyl offered to drive Ednah to where Annie was found. "Thank you, Annette. I really appreciate this.""My pleasure, Miss Ednah", Annette says, "I've been worried myself for Annie, since you told me she's been missing. I hope she's okay..."NOPE.Annie was found, her dead nude body discovered on the outskirts of Chicago, in an abandoned ruined factory that seen better days. Multiplied by several decades. Already newsreporters were at the scene, taking pictures of the dead girl, different angles and sides of her body. Cops and detectives swarm around the reporters, telling them to get lost, to have some respect for the dead.Ednah finally arrives at the scene, accompanied by several of Annie's friends who was doing their damndest to comfort a now sobbing, angry mother who wanted to see her daughter, her only child. By this time, more of Chicago's Finest were at the scene, taking pictures of what was left of Annie's face and nude, bruised and bloody body. As soon as Ednah identified herself as the victim's mother, the cops and detectives respectfully allowed her into the crime scene.Ednah screamed, the moment as she saw Annie. She screamed and screamed and screamed, the loud sounds made everyone instinctively cover their ears. "Damn, that dame got some pipes on her", one of cops exclaims, wincing. The other cops looks at him, starting, wishing for him to shut his hole (mouth).Annie's once-pretty face was brutally bruised and bloody, her right eye bearing the beginning of a huge, spectacularly monstrous black eye. Her full, soft lips busted and ruined into hamburger meat and her perky nose broken and shattered several places. There were dark fingerprint marks around her neck, as if someone was a having a great time strangling and choking the utter shit out her. One of her nipples was literally torn off, leaving a slight, gaping hole, and her fingernails was ripped and torn, as if she had fought fiercely for her life...That wasn't even the worst.Annie was also raped. Brutally. Viciously raped. Her thighs was bloodied, bruised, dark red blood caked onto her skin, and still oozing from her torn, ruined my womanhood.Edna became so hysterical she was half-dragged, half-carried away to a waiting car, a 1929 four-door Ford sedan, where Annette and two other of Annie's girlfriends waited, tears streaming down her face. As Ednah was driven back to Chicago, she mentally promised she'd find the bastards who did this to her baby girl, and make them all pay dearly.She would gladly give her life, her very soul to whatever ruler of Hell heard her pleads and prayers for revenge...
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It has been weeks, since Annie's funeral. A deeply depressed, still-grieving Ednah haven't left her home, refuses to leave home, the combined raw emotions of a mother's fury and the beginnings of malevolent, almost unnatural rage possessing her. Ednah have never felt more crappy, if not downright shitty than at that very moment. Her concerned family, friends and neighbors tried in vain, to coax and persuade her to leave her apartment. They worried about the woman's state of mind, that she would eventually become depressed long enough to commit suicide, joining her dead daughter in the Afterlife. Politely thanking them for their concerned kindness, Ednah tells them she'll be okay, that she needs some breathing space. To be alone. She was, however, emotionally far from "going to be okay", not even close. She was a mental wreck. Annie was her world, her life. The young woman, when alive, made everyone around her feel good with her sweet, gentle smile and wonderful personality, always wanting to make those around her happy.
Now she's gone. Dead. Brutally torn and snatched from the world of the living, by the crude, cruel heartless, selfish actions of lowlife, no-good criminal crumbbums.And that realization killed Ednah. Shattered her in ways no mother should ever experience.And the worst part of all was the futility of knowing that nothing was going to be done to punish the human monsters who raped and killed Annie. A damned awful shame.And why? Why??Because of crooked, lousy incompetent coppers. Those useless, two-legged assholes couldn't--or wouldn't--do anything to arrest those gangster hoodlums who raped and killed that poor young girl in cold blood, later to dump her torn, mangled body somewhere like it was worth less than garbage.
Every day before the funeral, Ednah visited the precinct, asking and pleading and even got on her knees, begging for the police to go after Annie's murderers, tears of pure heartbreak streaking and streaming down her face, sobbing, "you can't just do nothing, and let my baby's killer go free! God almighty, I'm begging, begging, for justice for my child, my only child! Ohgodohgodohgodohmydearlordgodjesus..."For three, four days Ednah, not giving a damn about humiliating herself before all those cops, begged and pleaded for justice. Only to be jeered and pitied at, in the end. After a while, a few of them started looking forward to the emotionally shattered woman's visits, entertained by her pathetic begging and pleading. As if she was an entertainer on stage, performing in front of crowds of finely-dressed, well-paying patrons of the arts, it something.Still she continued, determined to get justice for Annie. No such luck. Those cops didn't budge. The few honest cops who were at the precinct only gaze at Ednah with the most deepest sadness and pity, one of them had two daughters Annie's age and mentally sympathized with her but said nothing to ease her pain. The other cops and detectives mentally prayed for the woman to leave, her pleads was starting to get on their nerves.Ednah didn't care. And the disrespectful cops has had enough. They wanted her to leave. Now.Disgusted with the woman's lack of well-respect, the cops, in the end, would force her out the precinct, threatening to arrest her pathetic ass the next time she lay a foot inside the building.Leaving the precinct one last time, Ednah stares at the laughing cops with open, undisguised loathing and contempt, hissing, "I hope and pray that you all die a long, horrible death. May God have pity and forgiveness on your crooked souls--for I do not. And will not! I'll spit and dance on all your grave, for not doing right by my Annie! I curse you all...!"Laughing, the cops watches Ednah leave the precinct, jeering, "yeah, lady, merry Christmas to you, too!" One of the cops taunts, "dumb, colored broad." One of the cops who had kids stares at his co-worker making the fascist remark coldly, as if his mother mated with a slug demon and gotten pregnant, and later gave birth to him. "Have a heart, sarge. The lady is hurtin', she lost her kid." The offending jerk tells the sympathetic co-worker to mind his own business. He then double down on his warning, sneering, "get lost, honey. Don't be stupid."She retorts, "as least I'm honest, and work hard for my living, instead of probably getting paid for my living by mob bosses like Al Capone or George Moran! At least I can look at myself in the mirror, and like what I see everyday. You're all crooks. And have the nerve to look down on honest men under the badge, like Mr. Eliot Ness and his 'Untouchables'. I should have went to them, instead!!!"That struck a nerve. A major nerve. They couldn't believe what came out of that old broad's mouth, that bitch. She actually compared them to that holier-than-thou, goodie-two-shoes Eliot Ness??! And his men, The Untouchables??! Everyone in Chicago, nationwide as well as parts of the civilised world knew of those Fed cops, that they couldn't be bribed or killed. They was well-known for their incorruptible, honest nature, of how Al Capone himself tried bribing them with heavy-duty dough per week, for life if they turned the other way. Only to quickly have the money flung back in his face, and told what and where to shove it...And now this bitch, this colored lowlife-of-a-woman dared to fling Ness and his guys in their face, because they didn't want to help her arrest her kid's killers??!Sacrilege. Horrors."They yelled, "get the hell outta here, bitch! 'Fore we shoot your stupid ass!!! Black uppity bitch!"She purrs, "with pleasure," before walking away, her head held high, regal like an ancient, proud African queen of many centuries past, adds, "MISS bitch, to you. My pleasure."And now, weeks later after Annie's funeral, Ednah was still angry at the cops who refused to give her and Annie justice. And she had had enough. Something must be done. Now.She made up her mind what has to, MUST be done. Even if meant that she would lose the one thing precious, besides her beloved, now-dead Annie, to make those crumb-bum gangsters pay for what they did to Annie......her very soul. Her eternal soul. "If I have to make a deal with The Devil Himself to get revenge, so be it. If I can't get justice, then I'll be content with revenge, me losing my soul to eternal damnation would be a small, nothing price to pay. I always went to church, put money in the tithes can, did everything right and read the bible everything. And now, when I need God's help in answering my prayers to give Annie justice, nothing. I don't care 'bout my soul anymore. There's other forces I'll pray to, forces and beings other than God who will hear and answer all prayers to destroy all those who took my Annie away from me..."For the next few days, Ednah started saving all her money, working, as well as withdrawing whatever funds left in her savings account out the bank, a little slightly over $3,000. She then getting whatever jewelry she own, placing them all inside a tin box containing the $3,000 before clasping and locking the jewelry box. Included with the jewelry was an antique beautiful lavender-and-ocean blue colored amulet, with a sterling-and-gold wrapped chain, a gift given to her long ago, by her dead husband's mother. Her mother-in-law gave it, as a wedding gift, telling her to use it only when at the dire, most severe circumstances when she was at deep despair. When a then bridal Ednah asks how was the beautiful amulet was to be used, her mom-in-law, Miss Mae, told her, "bathe it in blood. Human blood and make your deepest, darkest wishes and desires, pray to the Realm Master, for He makes the wishes of all those who are His come true. Ednah asks, "who's the Realm Master?" Mae only tells Ednah the Realm Master was older, more powerful than both the Gods of Heaven and Hell, and He always loves and protects what's His. Bathe the thing in blood, utter His name, proclaim yourself His forever. Then tell Him what you want..." Ednah took the gift and thanks her. Then later puts the gift away, swearing never to use it......until now. She adds the potent supernatural chain to the jewelry already added inside the box.Packing only a few items of clothing including underwear, toiletries, deodorant and perfume into a lone suitcase, Ednah made whatever arrangements to hand her apartment to her closest relatives.She was going on an one-way trip to Selene, North Carolina, a fictional town somewhere near the town of Wallace, N.C., never to return to Chicago.Days later, Ednah arrives at Selene, a peaceful, beautiful little place to live. Tree-lined blocks with comfy, country-style houses, well-trimed grass on well-manicured, maintained streets and white picket house fences no taller than five feet tall in height.Population: 9,200.The town was one of those old-fashioned, turn-of-the-century places. One or two restaurants, a movie theater boasting to seat 200 to 300 people, an old quaint-looking church going back to the early 1800s, a pharmacy and both a elementary and high school building.And, a two-storied tall building, Big Liz's Place, the main floor serving as a saloon at night and weekends and sometimes a dancehall, where teenagers and older adults partied. The second and third floors consisted of bedrooms where the saloon girls lived sometimes worked as prostitutes lived and conducted their business. Each bedroom has two chairs, a large, spacious king size brass bed, a dresser where clean undergarments, three nightgowns and other clothing wept kept, the top held several bottles of perfumes, a small wooden box filled with condoms of varying sizes and lengths, along with a few pieces of jewelry. At the end of the hallway was two large bathrooms, each one boasting of a full walk-in shower, a large wide bathtub that could comfortably accommodate at least three people, two toilets with their individual private space and bathroom sink.Finding an small but comfortable boarding house, Ednah pays the owner a month in advance, $200 and enters her room. She then takes a quick, but through shower and bath for a few minutes before drying herself and change clothing. One thing at a time, to take a quick nap and later take a long journey walk to find the witch, Miz Haggis. Some of the townfolks who secretly had business dealings with the old witch in the past secretly under cover of darkness gave Ednah directions how to find the old cabin where the old woman lived, what shortcut routes to use to arrive at the place a little quicker.Soon, soon, Ednah thinks, I will have my revenge on those who hurt and killed my Annie. The same thing done to my baby, a billion times worst things is gonna be done to them. I want them to get ripped up, their guts torn out, their d**ks stomped, mangled, stabbed and get ripped a thousand new assholes. I want them to bleed and bleed and bleed, and beg for mercy and get none. They should suffer, and scream for God to help them. And get nothing. I want them to all PAY!!!!"
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The Parasite Child, Ayliss, was resting comfortably inside one of the many fire-and-brimstone filled hellpit pools, enjoying the warm, soothing 400.000 degrees of the liquid lava heat. She was sitting on a small floating boat while dozens of fine, wire like chains filled with liquefied human souls inserted their tiny curved needle hooks into her thighs, legs and arms. The chains serve as living drinking straws, pumping the fluid souls of the damned into the otherworldly woman's body giving her the needed life-substance to exist. No longer requiring human food the Parasite Child, now, like any vampire--who themselves feed on human blood--feeds exclusively on souls, beers and alcoholic beverages.She was fine with that. The last thing the human-looking young woman have to worry about was gaining weight from consuming solid and liquid nourishment containing calories.It's been over 6,800 years since Ayliss ate any kind of food; she was rudely awakened out of her slumber 120 years ago and spent the years since getting back into the game of reconnecting with the living. And of feeding on soul-essences. She haven't been human since she turned 13, all those many, many past, and was introduced to immortality when shot point-blank, by one of her father's many girlfriends who became angry the moment she found out she was only a sperm receptor. After three years, Ayliss's father broke off the purely sexual relationship to return to his family. Furious, the mistress gets revenge on her married lover by callously shooting Alyliss in the stomach four times, leaving her to die alone in an filthy, dark alleyway. Minutes later, Ayliss was found by her worried parents and was taken to New York University Hospital and was placed in the Intensive Care Unit in grave condition. Desperate to save her only daughter, Ayliss's mom prayed and prayed to an ancient, powerful Realmnite God like entity called the Realm Master who quickly claims the girl for himself. Using forbidden powers and incantations of the Black Arts, the Realm Master mutates the preteen child, turning her into a Soul-Devouring life-essence eating Parasite,
a creature who eats and drinks the souls of both mortals, immortals and Otherworldly beings to live. Accountable to no one and nothing but him, and serve as his Enforcer and/or his Executioner, when need be.
Over time, Ayliss, now known as the Parasite Child, becomes well-known, respected and feared as a force to be reckoned with.
Now temporarily residing as a guest in the Hell Territories at Lord Leviathan's 'request'--sounds more like a command--Ayliss sighs contentedly as the chains continue pumping liquefied ex-mortal souls into her body. As Ayliss serenely took in the sights, Pinhead and his lieutenants approaches, his Stygian black eyes intently staring at the chains pumping liquids into the she-creature's body."I have never seen the chains do that before", the Hell-Priest says, slightly amused, "they are created primarily to inflict pain and torture, mostly pain. Not be used as transfusing souls into vampiric creatures."Chatterer, the Cenobite whose face was almost covered by his huge gaping, multitoothed mouth only watches the feeding with apparent fascination. The bald-headed Cenobite female shrugs her indifference, she couldn't care less what the woman did. She has long been used to seeing the non-Hellite female doing the most oddest things with the torture chains, sometimes creating new ones, which was later used to perform the most strangest, head-scratching duties."Lord Leviathan asked me to come see and meet with him, Hell-Priest," Ayliss replies back, miffed, "until he finishes conducting whatever business with my Lord, the Realm Master and his Queen, I'm using this time to feed. The other Cenobite gashes I came across earlier before arriving here told me the mission I'm about to go on is one of those heavy-duty cases. If so I'm gonna need to feed to perform the assignment properly. Which means I gonna need to consume a lot of souls, dude".The Hell-Priest known as Pinhead nods his multi-covered needle-pin head. Everyone in all of Hell knows of the Parasite Child's notorious vampiric hunger to feed on souls, to live. At least normal vampires consume quantities of blood from human mortals, one body at a time; not the Parasite Child. Her life force demand mass, huge quantities of human souls, hundreds of thousands of souls in one feeding, sometimes if the thirst for souls prove to become overwhelming the she-creature would hunt for Otherworldly life (or undead) essences to consume. Even the gods and goddesses wasn't spared from attack, which resulted with them going out their way to stay clear away from her. Food is food. Period.One of the legends told of one huge monstrous feeding of consuming the souls of many of powerful entities. That was during the time when while semi-asleep inside her sleeping capsule demons, Fae, gods and goddesses and other creatures dared approached the glass-like chamber to do her harm for whatever reason. By that time Ayliss was starving, famished for nourishment--she haven't had food for months. Close to a year. And her stomach was hurting something fierce.So, she fed. And fed well. Those entities did everything possible to use their formidable powers to defend themselves, used different incantations, spells and sigils to fight for their lives. They used enchantment-powered swords, daggers, spears, and whatever else used at their disposal.In the end, they had no chance against the power of a starved, furious Parasite. She fed.And fed. And fed, drained, chewed, drunk and devoured their souls, as if they were supernaturally-charged candy bars or potato chips. Since then, Ayliss concentrated her food source on Otherworldly entities as a primal source more, and humans less. To her parasitic joy, Alyiss realised since the like-force of the gods, goddesses, Fae, devils, demons, and others was more filling, and that feeding on them would well sustain her hunger as an young Ancient primal predator.As the centuries, then thousands of years passed, Ayliss contentedly preyed on entities that was considerably more powerful, more evil and malevolent, their energies fodder for her parasitic hunger. By the time she was eventually awakened from her unnatural slumber, the Parasite Child had already consumed and fed well on hundreds of millions of souls of unnatural creatures.And now, she was waiting for an assignment that haven't yet been given her. "This is the most relaxing moment I've been experiencing, since I got here", Ayliss says, "I feel so spoiled, stuffing myself silly with all this good food (souls). My stomach feels so totally stuffed, well filled. After-life is good!"Wryly smiling now, Pinhead says, "do not get too relaxed, young one. My Lord Leviathan will be contacting you soon enough." He was still shaking his head, watching the chains still being used to pump liquid souls inside the young catlike she-creature, muttering, "unbelievable."The female Cenobite smirks, "Queen Ayliss, I don't care what you'd to perform your duties."Ayliss smirks and replies back, "yeah, yeah, what you say. You're right. The methods doesn't matter, as long as I get the results desired. As long as I'm allowed to get the job done my way, I'm cool. And one more thing: how much longer must I wait, for your boss-dude to call me and speak with me? I'm starting to get bored, which sometimes trigger my hunger.""I don't know. My Lord tells us what he wants us to know."Ayliss sighs, "yeah. That's my total point. I'm not much of a patient person. I like being active."Massaging the huge hole located at the center of her otherwise smooth, flawless throat, the female Cenobite replies, "you are a strange one. You're American, aren't you?"Shrugging her slender shoulders, the Parasite Child again sighs, "yup. Born and raised there, in Brooklyn, N.Y., years ago in early 1977, in the Disco age. And proud of it. Why do you ask? And does it really matter?"Grinning now, the female Cenobite lieutenant chuckles, "no, really. Your accent told me. Just curious, that's all."That was when another Cenobite, a tall muscular built man, his face wrapped in black leather covering almost everything with the exception of his nose and lips, enters. He tells Ayliss in a husky deep voice Lord Leviathan formally request an personal audience with her. Following the tall leather-clad male Cenobite down long, dark hallways and corridors, Ayliss mentally readies herself for the meeting with the Lord and Master of Hell's labyrinths at his royal chambers.
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Finally.Wasting zero time the Parasite Child leaves the Chamber of Damned Souls and began the long walk to Lord Leviathan's Royal throne room which was located deep inside the City of Labyrinths where he resided. "Good, time to get this show on the road", she thinks while thanking the Cenobite female, Chatterer and the fat Cenobite for entertaining her and keeping her company.Her stomach well-stuffed from feeding on the souls of the Damned, the Parasite Child was now escorted to Lord Leviathan's throne room, which was totally enshrined with the unspeakably agonized screams of the eternally damned. The royal chambers was encased in absolute Hell-darkness and shadows, and if it weren't for Alyss' Felinian eyesight which gave her excellent vision she would've easily gotten herself lost...Her body stiffened with immediate battle readiness the moment she felt soft but ice-cold hands slightly touching her left arm, the Parasite Child growls, "you have exactly less than a nano-second to take you mother-shitting paws offa me, before I chew the unholy f**k out your sorry ass Hell-souls. Get off me!!"Nervous, the owner, an multieyed and jagged-teeth mouth Cenobite quickly hastens his apologies, his voice sounding like many clicked, "my many apologies, Hell-Lady. I thought you was experiencing some difficulties seeing where you were going, and Lord Leviathan immediately commanded me to find and assist you personally to his Royal throne room chambers. I meant no disrespect.""Fine", she gritted, "I give you advanced thanks, but I don't need any help. I can easily find my way, my Hell-Sight is more than excellent; I can see well.""But, Hell-Lady...""I will be fine", she tersely replies, "I'd been here, many, many times. My eyes are long-accustomed to seeing in the dark, especially in Hell kingdoms like this. For I have travelled to many Hell's in many alternate EarthWorld universes and worlds for more than 2,300 Mortal years. Some shadow lands are much more darker, and blacker than this world."The creature stiffened with considerable well-earned fear the moment he saw twin pools of the Parasite Child's eyes. Satanic/demonic reddish-black coloring mixed with the combination of other stomach-churning colors of vomit-bile green mixed with mucus-snot yellow, Hell's rainbow. Many priests and exorcists, who in the past, had battled the Realmnite Hell warrior-maiden, testified about the monstrous coloring of the young she-creative's eyes. Between remembered bouts of puking, barring and suffering uncontrollably horrific stress-shits and piss, they all felt physically, spirituality and psychologically ill, when gazing into those beautiful, at the same time, hideous eyes. Her unnatural eye coloring was repulsive enough to make even the God of Hell, Satan/Lucifer avert his head, making his malevolent stomach bubble...The Cenobite escort quickly turned his head, his own stomach turning, as he silently accompanied Ayliss to the royal chambers, where Lord Leviathan waited. As they neared the chambers Cenobite Lords, Ladies and other nobility making their assigned rounds noticed and acknowledged Ayliss as she arrived moments later; they, too wisely averted their beautiful, cruel eyes away from accidentally seeing the warrior-Hell maiden's unusual eyes.
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"Welcome back, My Queen"
Ayliss hated the smug, overbearing tone of voice Lord Leviathan, Master and Ruler of the Cenobite Kingdom in the Hell Territories. His Queen, she thinks, yeah right. "Lord Leviathan. It's good to be back at your kingdom, I miss all the gashes. The comforting sounds of the souls of the evil damned's screams and yowls of pain. Soothing to my ears."
"If you stay here and become My Queen, I promise you all the souls for you to eat and devour to your Realmnite heart. Nothing, and I mean nothing will be denied you. My Hell Priest is already--eagerly--looking forward to working with you again. He obviously enjoys your company. As do I, my lovely Queen."
Ayliss sighs softly to herself, thinking, "I wish to the ten billion Hells he'd stop referring me as 'His Queen'. Irritating God.Every time she pays a visit at the Cenobite kingdom--and she's been there many, many time in her 6,800-plus years--Pinhead and the others would greet the Parasite Child 'as Our God's future Hell-Queen'. Even Angelique, one of the Hell-Princesses, and who recently attained a Mortal female body (a beautiful raven-haired prostitute sacrificed by a long-deceased French sorcerer for Angelique) now greets Ayliss by that hated title. "Father really likes you", the demonic seductresses giggles, "don't be such a virgin, little one. If I were you, I'd quickly take advantage of his growing fondness for you"."No, don't want the title, Princess. I have enough problems as it is. I've just woken up from a 6,200 long sleep and trying to get my life back into order, and have no time or patient to become someone's consort. I like my freedom. Thank you very much."Tossing her gorgeous shoulder-length black mane of hair Angelique smirks, "tsk-tsk. All work and zero play. Pity. There are many, many Hell Lords and God's who have been and right now fight among themselves to become your first lover. I wish I was in your shoes."Miffed, the Cenobite Ruler-God boomed, "Angelique, be silent. Cease your verbal umbrage immediately and tend to your duties. NOW."Silkly the Hell-Princess smirks, "yes, Father." Winking at Ayliss before vanishing Angelique tee-hees, "think about what I'd suggested to you earlier, darling. Taa-taa." She vanishes under a lavender-scented smoke cloud, causing Ayliss to shake her head."Now, what were we talking about? Oh, yes, your upcoming assignment. You are to seek four Mortal criminals and slay them. Horribly. And make them suffer unbearable pain before fatally striking them. I want you to prolong their suffering, as long as possible. Use whatever means at your disposal, my dear."Ayliss shrugs her slender shoulder nonchalantly, replying, "I can do that. No problem. I'll make their suffering legendary that all the Hell Territories will talk about for many millennia to come. What else?"The Pain/Pleasure Hell God chuckles his amusement, unmistakable malice in his voice, "Splendid! That's what I like to hear. Indescribable suffering. Blood flowing and pouring out their bodies. Did you read the dossier my Hell Priest gave you, at my command?""Yes, Lord Leviathan. A young Mortal girl was kidnapped. Beaten, gang-raped, sodomized and then murdered for silence. Her body was then dumped like trash outside the outskirts of some Mortal Human 1930s city, to rot. The men are minor gang members of the Chicago crime Lord, Alphonse 'Scarface Al' Capone, who was quickly sent to some hick town located somewhere in North Carolina. The girl's mother, Ednah, commissioned a local witch, Haggis to get in touch with both You and my Lord, The Realm Master to give me this assignment."
"Another thing you should know. You are to work with one of my Hell-God's (Satan/Lucifer) major Revenge Demons, on this assignment. Pumpkinhead. Together."
The Parasite Child found herself bristling, mentally seething-pissed. The last thing she needed was a partner. One of those spoiled assets, bratty Royal demons who think they're automatically entitled to shit, and now assigned to her to babysit. WTF. She's always been used to doing things alone, her way and at her discretion; now she gotta listen to some bratty demon-snot kid? Or even worse, one of those know-it-all assholed Old Folks, who would burn and kill her last good nerve, 'Oh, back in my time, we used to do this and had to do that, so I'm a lot more experienced in torturing and killing Mortals than YOU are...'Shit.Nope. Not on HER watch.Grinning, for He had a good idea what was running through that malevolent, malicious mind of the young woman known as the Parasite Child, Lord Leviathan softly laughs, "You do not have a choice in this matter, My Queen. This assignment is one of the big ones--both the Hell-God and Your Lord made this mission top-notch. You have no other choice but be assigned a partner."She felt her Felinian ears instinctively folding back tightly across both sides of her head, her eye coloring morphing from dark brown to hellish-red black with touches of vomit-yellow and bile-green. Totally unfair bull f**king pig-human shit. Unfair."Don't worry", the Cenobite Ruler continues, guffawing at Ayliss' growing discomfort and revulsion, "This Revenge Search-and-Kill Hunter Demon is one of the best Hell has to offer. Strictly professional. Dedicated to his craft. You do not have to worry about him concerning work, lovely one.""I knew it", Ayliss hisses, "I'm getting sent one of those 'I Know It Alls!' Triple Goddammit f**k!!!"Lord Leviathan laughs...
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Shit.
The demon of absolute vengeance, Pumpkinhead, wasn't a happy camper right now. Accustomed to searching and killing Marks--those destined to die violently gory, agonizing painful deaths because of harming/killing innocents--Pumpkinhead always performed his duties...alone. Preferred it that way.For the past many centuries, if not countless thousands of years, the Revenge Demon dedicated his long existence to seeking out and kill those who deserve death. Those who summoned him were witches like the old woman, Haggis, who was given an unnaturally long lifespan for serving the Lord and Ruler of Hell, and was now a little close over 200 years of age.Haggis was a young girl, when the Revolutionary War broke out between the-then British Empire and the fathers of our nation, George Washington and other resisters and freedom fighters. But even then Haggis was a powerful Witch, not to be terrified with and even the mighty British troops knew better than to mess with her. Her land was already cursed, many many years prior, by ancient malevolent forces; her great-great grandparents long ago made a covenant with both Satan and the Realmnite dark God known only as the Realm Master. In exchange for untold, forbidden powers that existed untold thousands years before the introduction of the dinosaurs, land and riches, Haggis' ancestors vowed and promised absolute, total devotion and worship. No other gods--especially devotion to those worshipping the God of the Heaven Territories--or goddesses from any other country or land are to be given worship. Those foolish to invade or claim the Haggis land would soon be attacked and horribly slain by the many invisible, vicious guardian demons sent from either Hell or the Realm.And now, after all these many millennia the Revenge Demon has no other choice, but to work with another demon--to his ever-increasing disgust. A soft growl oozes from his lips as he prepares himself for the incoming ordeal of working with someone else. He could only pray silently to the Lord, Master and Ruler of the Hell Territories and his eternal Queen and Consort, the Perfect Lilith, Ruler and Goddess-Queen of all Seductresses that he wouldn't be saddled with some spoilt, lazy ass rich demon. His demonic face immediately frowned with disgust, just having the thought gave him the shivers; the last time he had any kind of company was when Angelique, Princess of the Cenobite Kingdom seduced him, sexually congressed with him, for untold days on end. The way she straddled him, screaming as she leaked, sprayed and poured cum out from her perfect nude body nearly undid him. Over and over and over...She heard of his expertise as a lover in bed, and wanted to personally sample his charms herself. To her demonic joy, the Revenge Demon didn't disappoint but exceeded and surpasses all her expectations. And because of the centuries-long crush the Hunter Demon had for the Hell-Princess during that period, he went beyond the call of duty to see all her sexual needs were met, which thrilled Angelique, gave her sexual pleasure that nearly turned her raven-black hair snow white...And when she was done, the Hell-Princess then straddled her equally-perfect crotch in his face, grinded her magnificent womanly public silky lips deeper into his mouth. Commanded him to devour her petals--which he did very, very eagerly--screaming, "take me, take me, take me..." Being the gentleman demon he was Pumpkinhead used his long greyish-blue thick serpentine tong and proceeded to impale Angelique, shoving, implying and burying his tongue deep inside her to the hilt and beyond. She howled, screeched and screamed Pumpkinhead's name, the power of her voice reverberated through her royal bedroom chambers, down untold hallways, corridors and her pleasure-screams attracted passerby Cenobites, a few of them stopped whatever they were doing shaking their heads with either amusement and or disapproval.As if she cared. Neither did the Revenge Demon, who happily drank the almost unstoppable torrents and rivers of the Hell-Princess' silky pleasure cream from deep inside her vaginal caverns. She experienced back-to-back non-stop heart-stopping, soul-searing orgasms, the power and intensity causing her to pull tufts of raven-black hair out her head by the roots.They continued their mutual sexual onslaught for unknown, long periods of time, for time was an unknown and unheard-of constraint in the Hell Territories. And all Angelique cared about at the time was achieving sexual satisfaction; in whatever manner she saw fit. She had the Revenge Demon plough, hump, pump, impale and bury his thick, mammoth masculinity deep between her legs, deeper inside her asshole and rectum, and finally her eager, sexually-famished mouth. She took him, all of him, all 13 inches long, three inches thick deep inside her starving mouth, down her throat, orally pleasuring him until he experienced orgasms of his own, producing enough silky cum rain that would easily fill up several dozen gallons of empty plastic milk containers.When Leviathan later found out about his sluttish daughter's sexual escapades with the Revenge Demon, he became incensed and forbade her to continue or ever having anything to do with her demonic lover even again. Pumpkinhead was what Mortals would refer to as a Working Class demon, not good enough to marry someone from Hell's nobility or high-elite class of demons, and Leviathan wasn't going to have some working class demon marry his daughter and have lower class offspring. Nope. The Cenobite Ruler has plans for Angelique, he wanted her to marry Kaiss, one of the richer Revenge Demons, for Kaiss owned several Hell mansions, townhouses and villas, and was worth hundreds of billions of Hell Territorial cash, with untold hundreds of servants. She was one of the most desired Hell women, and Satan/Lucifer was even entertaining serious consideration to make Angelique one of his many mistresses--to Lilith's jealous disgust, for Lilith hated and despised Angelique with an unholy passion dating back hundreds of years...And Angelique knew better than to incur Lilith's eternal enmity, for once Lilith goes after anyone foolish enough to make her an enemy, she wouldn't stop until that person was either destroyed--or dead. Too late for that, though, for Angelique earned that distinction long ago, in the mid-1100s, when she boasted to any Hellite human and demon within earshot that she was better at sexually pleasuring males than Lilith, AND she was infinitely more beautiful than the Hell Goddess-Queen to boot.When finding out Angelique's audacity, Lilith tracked Angelique down and proceeded to beat and torture the shit out of the Hell-Princess, and commanded the Royal Torturers to do some truly fucked up, seriously nasty shit to her. Leviathan, desperate to save his foolhardy arrogant daughter's after-life, had to do some serious pleading to the Devil-Ruler. He deeply resented Angelique ever since, for because of her he had to grovel to the Hell Master, which he had to swallow HIS pride in behalf of his stupid, slutty-ass daughter...It took several centuries, before Angelique fully recovered from the heavy-duty physical beating and torture she suffered, all because she challenged the all-powerful Hell Goddess-Queen. Stupid bitch. Now Angelique, after being forbiddened to have Pumpkinhead, set her sights on Kaiss, a white and pale blue colored Pumpkinhead-lookalike demon. All the major high-elite and upper class Hellite debutante demon females fought and claw among themselves to make Kaiss their eternal mate. Super-rich and owning many properties and land, Kaiss would be a catch for any Hell female to possess (in every sense of the word).And now, after all these many, many centuries Pumpkinhead was a loner. Unwanted by any female in Hell. Every now and then, to alleviate his sexual lust he would couple with an available female for one-night stands and give her sexually the time of her life, but outside that he and the female would afterwards go their way. No emotional attachment whatsoever. All sexual. Period.Angelique was his first, ever, sexual experience. His first crush. He would had done anything for her. Anything. Unfortunately however, she wasted zero time dumping his sorry ass, for that good-for-nothing older cousin of his, Kaiss, because he was not only rich but also had many political and Hellite religious connections, which made him a desirable catch to any Hell wench. Ungrateful, money-power-hungry bitches. Since then, Pumpkinhead kept to himself and dedicated himself to his duties,.hunting, finding and killing Marks (those who had harmed and/or killed innocents, those not only marked for death, but also those foolish enough to get in his way).Now to this present day, the notorious Revenge Demon was assigned to work with probably some spoiled-ass rich brat who probably screwed half the upper-class military population in Hell to get this job. Triple bull-and-goat shit. Fine. He'll work with this so-called Parasite Child on this assignment show him, her, it, what to do and how to hunt and kill. Whatever. Just don't act all lazy, and do nothing, or there WILL be Hell to pay...Shit.
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Town: Heaven's Trove. Founded/established: 1898 a.d.Population: less than 600 men, women and childrenWhat's going on now...Ness and his men, the legendary Untouchables, known for their integrity, honesty and refusal to accept bribes from Alphonse 'Scarface Al' Capone and his mob, finally arrive at the mysterious unknown--and equally forgotten--eternally-damned town known as Heaven's Trove. Leaving Chicago first by plane (a seven, eight hour draining ride), then later by commuter bus (an equally draining, sweaty five hours-long ride), the T-Men finally--thank God!!--arrive at the town, in front of the Sweet Rose hotel. The building, a three stories-tall building that look like it seen better days, was owned and operated by a small group of black and Native American men and women, whose successful partnership went back to early 1914 when the town was thriving during WW1.As soon as Ness and his men entered the reservation desk, a handsome middle-aged African-American man immediately appeared from an adjoining office room behind. Shaking Ness' hand the man say, "Welcome to the Sweet Rose Hotel, Mr. Ness. My name is Samuel Nelson, the owner of this hotel. You and your mens' rooms are ready, anytime you want to go in."Nodding, Ness say, "thanks, Nelson. Do you have a phone I can use?""Sure, Mr. Ness", Nelson shrugged, "you're welcome. You can follow me into the office, I have a phone in there." As both Nelson and Ness walk past the reservation desk towards the office, a couple of the hotel's staff arrive out from an nearby elevator, each staff member assist the other T-Men with their luggage. Luckily each Untouchables agent brought along two pieces of luggage, one luggage containing clothing, socks, underwear and an extra pair of shoes (a hidden compartment of the larger luggage hid guns and extra rounds of bullets for just in case some nasty shit happen). A smaller bag contained personal toiletries like deodorant, cologne, shaving cream and a couple of shaving razor blades and other intimate stuff men in the 1930s time period used. While the men assisted the hotel bellman and other staff with their luggage, young, pretty flapper women busied themselves giggling and sighing, their eyes staring at the agents with worshipful, adoring eyes. Not long after the Untouchables' arrival news quickly spread fast about them staying at the hotel, and soon the reservation and lobby area was soon packed with the townspeople, a lot of them teenage girls and older women as well as some of their jealous boyfriends and soon-to-be husbands. The females wore their makeup heavily, their lips painted bee-stun (ala Clara How or Theda Bars, who were legendary Silent Screen stars back in the late nineteen-teens to late 1920s of the last year's of the Roaring Twenties) and loose flapper dresses and high-heeled button shoes. The men wore their hair slick back, parted nearly in the middle, bowtie business suits, while others who had a better income wore mob-type gangster pin-stripped business suits with black-and-white spats and shoes and wore expensive, nice-smelling cologne.While LaMarr Kane, William Youngfellow and Enrico Rossi accompanied the hotel staff inside the elevator Marty Flaherty and the newest addition to the group, a dark, handsome raven curly-haired man by the name of Lee Hobson followed Ness to Nelson's office. As Ness busied himself using the old-fashioned rotary telephone, Flaherty and Hobson kept themselves busy checking out the lobby of the comfortable and clean hotel lobby. Even though the lobby area wasn't itself updated to modern standards like the cities from other states like New York, Chicago, Detroit or New Jersey with all the latest amenities, the furniture was lush, plush, comfortable and clean. The dinning room and ballroom was spacious and elegant with an Old World type of charm and class that gave the hotel a natural Americana elegance and beauty of its own. The furniture was half-carved, and made from red Oakwood fine trees, which included dinning room chairs and tables, the walls of both rooms furnished with portrait paintings of both employees and management past, and a few other portraits held painted pictures of beautiful rivers, ships on either calm or turbulent oceans and seas. On each table was fine plates and tea cups, made from the most fine china, spoons, folks and knives from sterling silver and soft cotton lunch and or dinner cutters napkins made from the finest materials.Both Flaherty and Hobson found themselves deeply impressed by the elegant lobby and reservation rooms, even though the only thing modern the area held was two, three telephones which was for the hotel patrons' exclusive use. "Classy", Flaherty replied, his eyes surveying the room in front of him, of people going to and fro their business as if they didn't had a care in the world."Yeah", Hobson agreed, "real nice. Has a cozy, old fashioned way about it. Wonder how our room look, if everything down here looks nice. I hope so, got a nasty headache coming on.""Yeah", the handsome Irish agent sighed, "I'm beat, myself. That plane ride and later that damned bus ride drained the hell out of me. The seat from that damned plane ride got my ass still ache a little bit."Chuckling, Hobson grins, "yeah. Those seats felt as if they're made of cheat material. But the government official who made those arrangements for us to get said he wasn't able to afford more money for a better plane. Budget, you know."Smirking, Flaherty snorted, "yeah, right. 'Budget problems', my sweet Irish ass. You would think working for the government would afford us better travel arrangements. My ass feel as if it's getting heavy duty bed sores. I was afraid if we would've stay a couple hours longer on that plane all our assets would've probably rotten down to the bone...""Marty, Lee, come on, let's go", Ness 8 called, making both men snap back to awareness, and focus on their icily-handsome leader. "The Great Stone Face", they heard people referred Ness behind his back outside of listening range, "No Heart Ness", "the Man with the Voice Colder Than All The Demons and Devils in Hell", they said. Many times Ness' men defended him, time and time again, snarling, "he's a good man, decent and fair. Don't judge people on what you see or hear about them", the men snarled. "He's a hard man, but also fair and decent, and only chews us out when we do or said stupid, shitty-dumb stuff. And when needed Ness was always there for others and wouldn't think twice, before putting his life on the line to save innocent, decent hard-working people. So if I were any of you, please keep your mouths and attitudes to yourself!" Other times Ness would also be referred to "the Iceman", for he never, ever smiles or show emotion. "He ain't human."He couldn't--more like didn't--care less what people, especially members of Organized Crime--thought of him, as long as he got the assignment done all those folk could kiss his hardened ass. If anything Ness relished being called The Great Stone Face or better yet, The Voice from Hell because when he speaks many a person said his voice was ice-cold emotionless, others said they imagined ice cube fell out his mouth every time he talks.As the three men leave Nelson's office on their way to the elevator that would take them to theirrooms awaiting them on the third floor of the hotel, excited gawkers and swooning women watches. More than half dozen news reporters immediately surround Ness and his men, spitting back-to-back questions, while flash cameras took pictures.Brushing past the reporters, Ness gruffly snapped, "no comment. No comment," as he, Flaherty, and Hobson kept moving. ,
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Finally. It's about damn time.
They are finally meeting, face-to-face, the Parasite Child and the notorious Hell demon of vengeance, Pumpkinhead. Both of them were mentally seething, bristling over the notion of working with a partner after many years and centuries of performing their services and responsibilities for their Dark Masters--alone. Just the possessing the thought alone, as well as the notion of actually working with someone else on a search-and-kill assignment was not only ludicrous, but downright disrespectful.Both parties memorized the photos of the Capone hoodlums marks, four men dressed in various gaudy but ridiculously expensive pin-strip business suits. The only thing different about the suits were the colors--green, dark blue, brown, and grayish-blue, otherwise the pin strips on the outfits was a typical white coloring. They also wore the same black-colored shoes, with equally black socks, wore almost the same cologne, Old Spice, which was popular with men during the 1920s and 1930s. The hairs on their head were all oily-slicked back, George Raft style, and their faces wore no hair.Man #1: James Fuseelia was a tall, and husky-built man, weighting close to a little under 245 pounds. His bulbous-like nose was a bit on the piggish side, and was buried in small blackheads, his beady dark brown eyes made anyone meeting him the first time think of predatory weasels, giving them the creeps.Man #2: Michael 'Big Mike' Cassini. Called that because of the mammoth-sized 7-inches long, sausage-thick manhood. Brags continuously of his huge stallion-size penis to any and all women he'd meet, promising them a good time in bed--to their disgust. Short and good-looking, Big Mike does attracts women with his bravado and flashing cash around, but the moment he gets a woman into his bed women quickly finds out how much of a lousy, selfish lover he actually is.Man #3: Medium-height, with a temper than was shorter than a TNT fuse, Peter Buso was the more psychotic of the group, and easily made enemies wherever he goes, always slapping women around and call them leg-spreading whores. Ruthless in his dealings with his victims as an extortionist, loan snarling collection and sometimes bouncer to Capone's many weaknesses, Buso wouldn't think twice at using a gun, knife or whatever else he would laid hands to use as weapons. Possessing cruel light-hazel eyes, thin lips and a bulldog-shaped nose, Buso was fanatical in his devotion to Al Capone and Frank 'The Enforcer' Nitti, and would willingly kill or die for them. Also nicknamed (behind his back) the Ass Man, for he was well-known as a fanatical sodomist--plugging his lovers (the majority of them male), and his enemies. He would strip the victims naked, have them tied and bent over and when ready ass-rape them, using their blood as obscene lubricant. Twice a week Buso patronized secret BSMD clubs that even Capone didn't know about, made me out and have sex with beautiful slim young men. He loved the attention given him by the many attractive, sexually available young men there at the club, Sweet Entrance, and even had his own VIP private room exclusively his. He loved getting screwed up the ass as much as he loved and enjoyed giving his sexual partners anal pleasure. The lovers there would go beyond the call of duty to ensure Buso so much sexual pleasure, resulting with him receiving non-stop, back-to-back, explosive, mind-shattering orgasms...Man #4: Jefferson 'Lover Boy' Macina. Mean-spirited, spiteful and all-around miserable and malicious, when angered. Macina was well-known for abusing and beating up Capone prostitutes at various Capone brothels across Chicago, in the end paying infuriated madams handsomely to pay for the injuries given the girls, and now and then for plastic surgeries to repair one or two girls' faces. Then was one story told about one unfortunate hooker who made the almost foolish, near-fatal error of laughing at his skinny, small penis and huge balls. She paid dearly for her laughter, when a major pissed-off Macina began beating the unholy shit out of the now-terrified girl for several moments before producing his switchblade knife. "Oh, I'm funny to ya, bitch??!" He roared, "well, I'm gonna make you into a ha-ha, too slut. Get ready, bitch, for what I'm about to give ya..." Using the knife he always carried with him, Macina started making savage, slashing motions to the young hooker's face, while viciously raping her, roaring laughing at the girl's agonized screams. "That feels good, honey? Well here's more..." He slashed and carved, slashed and carved, timing his actions of mercilessly thrusting, humping and plugging himself inside the girl, laughing.By the time Macina was finished--doing a nasty number on the girl's face at the same time he blasted and poured his semon as he climaxed, he purred, "now I'm happy.." The girl only moaned and sobbed both her face and body screaming in indescribable agony, making Macina sexually aroused all over again. He then thrusted his member into the pool girl's bloody, ruined mouth, pouring his seed directly into her mouth...In the end, the finished product had the girl's near-ruined, bloody face now a mixed replica of Heath Ledger's Joker/Jason Voorhees' faces --deep slashes was carved on both sides of her mouth. Both sides of her cheeks crosses from small to large gashes were carved, resulting with her a permanent, horrific smile with both upward and downward obscene, gross religious crosses on her cheekbones. The other girls from adjoining room heard their fellow worker's screams and cries of pain, ran downstairs for help. Three, four bouncers, tall, powerfully grizzly bear built black and white men, when seeing the young hooker's face went into a furious rage, beating and stomping the shit out of Macina. They kicked and stomped the unholy shit out of him, and would had killed him if it weren't for Jake 'Greasy Thumb' interventions ordering the furious bouncers to stop. Afterward Macina was then booted out the bordello, permanently banned from all Capone brothels everywhere--for life. If he was to go near any of those whorehouse Macina was to be killed, for he victimized one of Guzik's favorite girls and Guzik lamented losing her money-making talents because of some no-classed gorillalike thug piece of shit like Macina.And as for the girl, Guzik, feeling sorry for her, sent her away to some unknown private hospital and assigned a first-class private room, and had his own private doctors and surgeons tend to the appalling injuries to her face. Many months later, Guzik sent the girl on her way, to travel far, far away for a new start at life, and he gave her more than enough money that would tie her over until she was able to find and decent apartment and a decent job.As anyone could see, these scum-buckets possesses no redeeming qualities whatsoever. None. And because the Capone treated the girl less than a piece of cheap meat to be devoured, her remains discarded like garbage to be thrown out, they in return was to be granted no mercy or quarter. To die horrible, indescribably agonizing, hideously glory deaths, and after their demise be sent to the Cenobite Lands in Hell, to be eternally tortured by the Cenobites, over and over and over without end. To be introduced and reintroduced to Hellish tortures beyond human comprehension or understanding, for the cruel amusement of Lord Leviathan and his Cenobite demonic brood... But right now, Ayliss and the Vengeance Demon, Pumpkinhead finally meet one another to work as Revenge Partners--against their will, for their have always performed their duties alone without any assistance from anyone. To carry out their mission to track down and slay Annie's rapist-murderers in any way they saw fit, as long as the marks died hideously, violently and mindlessly painful.
Ayliss' P.O.V.:
This demon-dude sure is tall, the Parasite Child thought, if he was Mortal and this tall and slim he could easily get recruited for one the major NBA basketball teams in The States. If I raise my head any higher to look upward at him I'm gonna get some nasty neck cramps. Shit this bastard is a tall, some-of-a-bitching-ass... The Revenge Demon was a little over seven, eight inches tall in height, and slender, with long slim fingers possessing equally long, slender but wickedly-barbed and hooked razor sharp claws and a long, thick tail that ended in a barbed, pointy tail. His head was large and a bit on the misshapen side, eyes a wide whitish-grey-and-light blue coloring, wide nostrils and wider lips and mouth that contained multi rows of needle-sharp fangs and teeth powerful enough to bark off trees as well as slabs of human flesh off bones. His legs was powerfully muscled, the feet and hind legs lifelike, each foot having three thick, massive foot claws that could easily disembowel desired prey or anyone else foolish enough to dare get in his way.All-in-all, the demonic creature was both intimidating--and terrifying in appearance, inspiring both awe and fear at the same time.The first thing that attracted the Revenge Demon known as Pumpkinhead was his new Revenge Partner's appearance, especially her rather usual eye coloring. Beautiful. Wide, exotic-looking, exquisite cat-like expressive Hellish freshly-spilled mortal bloody-reddish-black, mixed with fascinating almost hypnotic hues of Exorcist vomit green with just the right, slight touch of mucus yellowish-light brown. A demon could easily get lost gazing dreamily deep into those good-time gorgeous Satanic feminine eyes, never to return. A small, cute perky nose and sexy, luscious full lips men--or male demons, or male whatevers--would gladly fight to the death one another to earn the privilege and/or honor to kiss.And even though the Realmnite demon-maiden was a little on the short side in terms of height--a little over 5"6 1/2 foot tall--she made up her short stature by possessing some serious body curves with a luscious bustline of 38C, wide deliciously curvy hips and slightly muscular, beautiful shapely dancers' legs that went on forever. Her skin tone was an exotic criss-cross between an Native American and Latina maiden, tasty-looking carmel combined with sweet butterscotch pudding. Her long, thick shoulder-length Greek-style curly reddish black hair look so silky-soft and inviting, it took all his formidable concentration to prevent himself from deeply burying his fingers in the demon-maiden's hair and stroke it non-stop for at least the next four, five millennium, to his demonic content.It was, for him, love at first sight. THIS time, absolutely love at first sight. Whatever feelings and emotions he originally held for Angelique, Princess of the Cenobite Kingdoms, paled to the almost super-nova passion he now held for the Realmnite Parasite Child demon-maiden. It was like Angelique never even existed. Already he was mentally visualizing himself as her future mate, and having many , many offspring with her. To spend all eternity hunting and killing Marks.......together.He made up his mind. Somehow, someway, Pumpkinhead mentally vowed, no, promised, to court and make this exotic woman with the most absolute beautiful, perfect colored eyes his mate. With this enchanting revenge she cat-creature by his side, to hunt and kill marks for all eternity, the Mortal Worlds would be easy pickings, to find, torture and slowly--or, NOT so slowly--slay those truly deserving of pain, torture and death, and also those foolish enough to stand in their way...
PUMPKINHEAD'S WORDS...
BEAUTIFUL.
THIS DEMON-MAIDEN POSSESSES THE MOST BEAUTIFUL EYES I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY LONG, LONG LIFE--AND I'VE BEEN IN EXISTENCE FOR MANY UNTOLD THOUSANDS OF YEARS. HELL-BLACK/HUMAN BLOOD-RED, MIXED WITH VOMIT-GREEN AND NEON BILE-DEMON YELLOW. GORGEOUS.
I WONDER, IS THIS PARASITE CHILD SINGLE, OR DOES SHE ALREADY HAS A MATE? I CAN IMAGINE SHE PROBABLY ALREADY HAVE MANY SUITORS COMPETITING, PROBABLY TO THE DEATH, TO WIN HER HAND IN MARRIAGE. A DEMON GUY LIKE ME CAN EASILY GET LOST, GAZING DEEPLY INTO THOSE POOLS OF ENCHANTING, EXQUISITELY LOVELY, SATANIC DARKNESS...
HOLY HEAVEN'S SHIT, AND I ALMOST BLEW MY CHANCE, PROTESTING MY ANGER TO THE HELL GODDESS-QUEEN, THE PERFECT LILITH, THE PRIMAL QUEEN AND GODDESS OF ALL SEDUCTRESSES AND SUCCUBUS EVERYWHERE. NUMBER-ONE QUEEN AND PRE-RULER AND CONSORT OF ALL THE HELL TERRITORIES.
MY APOLOGIES, MY HELL-QUEEN. PLEASE FORGIVE MY ETERNAL STUPIDITY FOR NEARLY LOSING THE OPPORTUNITY OF AN ETERNAL--literally!!!--LIFETIME.
FORTUNATELY FOR MY DUMB DEMON ASS, THE PERFECT LILITH HAD UNDESERVED KINDNESS UPON ME, AND GRACIOUSLY IGNORED MY CHILDISH PROTESTS. SITTING IN ONE OF HER GLORIOUS, MAJESTIC THRONE ROOMS, SURROUNDED BY MANY SCORES OF FANATICALLY LOYAL, ADORING AND LEGENDARY FIERCE HELL-BODYGUARDS CONSISTING OF MULTI-HORNED AND WINGED DEMON MALE AND FEMALE WARRIORS THE PERFECT LILITH AWAITED MY APPEARANCE. SHE WAS, AS USUAL, ELEGANTLY ATTIRED IN A HELL ROYAL RED-AND-BLACK MAJESTIC FLOOR DRAGGING GOWN WITH A BLACK SAPPHIRE NECKLACE AND SMALL, EXQUISITE EARRINGS PERFECTLY COMPLIMENTING HER GOWN AND A PAIR OF BLOOD-RED COLORED ROYAL SILK-AND-SATIN SLIPPERS COVERING HER SMALL, DAINTY FLAWLESS FEET. THE GODDESS-QUEEN WORE VERY LITTLE MAKEUP--SHE DIDN'T NEED IT, FOR HER EXPRESSIVE WIDE CATLIKE EYES WAS ALL SHE NEEDED, ABSOLUTELY, ALL-EMPOWERING, SMOULDERING MYSTERIOUSLY BEAUTIFUL SATANIC REDDISH-BLACK, WITH JUST A TEENIE-TINY FLICK OF REPTILIAN GREEN...
I FELT CLUMSY, MY LEGS WOBBLING AS I SLOWLY APPROACHED THE GODDESS HELL-QUEEN, MENTALLY PRAYING TO MYSELF THAT I WON'T DO OR SAY ANYTHING COSMICALLY STUPID AND EARN HER ETERNAL ENMITY. SHE DOES NOT TOLERATE STUPIDITY
I WAS HOWEVER, SURPRISED, WHEN SHE GESTURED AN ELEGANT, SLENDER FINGER TOWARDS ME, HER LEGENDARY HEAVENLY, LOVELY VOICE SWEET TO MY ALMOST NON EXISTENT EARS. HER VOICE WAS LEGENDARY TO NOT ONLY THOSE OF US WHO RESIDE HERE IN THE HELL TERRITORIES, BUT OTHER EARTHWORLDS, ALTERNATE UNIVERSES AND ALL TIMELINES AND OTHER HELL-WORLDS AS WELL.
"Come, Vengeance-Hunter, you have no cause to fear Me, for I show grace only to those in My kingdom and only to the humans mortals who belong exclusively to Me", she cooied.
I SHIVERED, FOR EVERYONE KNOWS THAT THE PERFECT LILITH POSSESSES A VERY FORMIDABLE TEMPER, SHORTER THAN A GUN TRIGGER FINGER, TINIER THAN THE FUSE ON A TNT BOMB. ANYONE FOOLISHLY EARNING HER ETERNAL HATRED WOULD END UP EITHER RUINED FOR ALL ETERNITY--OR SIMPLY dead. I KNEW BETTER TO TAKE THE PERFECT LILITH'S HEAVENLY-SWEET, ULTIMATELY SATIN-SILK VOICE AT FACE VALUE; ONLY A DRUG-ADDED FOOL, OR A SUICIDAL ONE WOULD TAKE THE RISK OF ANGERING MY QUEEN. I AM MANY THINGS, BUT EVEN I AM NOT that STUPID...
AS I SLOWLY MADE MY WAY UP TRIPLE GODDAMMED STEPS TOWARDS THE THRONE I FELT BEGINNING BEADS OF FEAR-SWEAT FORM ON THE BACK OF MY NECK AND DOWN BOTH SIDES OF MY FACE. TERRIFIC, I THOUGHT DISGUSTINGLY, I'M SWEATING LIKE A BUTCHED PIG, ON THE WAY TO MY QUEEN. SHE'S GONNA EAT MY ASS--and I do NOT mean sexually--FOR SUCH UNINTENDED DISRESPECT. GREAT.
HUNDREDS OF STEPS LATER, I FINALLY REACHED THE THRONE ITSELF. THANK THE DEVIL-GOD FOR THAT, FOR THE THRONE WAS LOCATED TWO floors GOING UP, EACH INDIVIDUAL STEP WAS seven eight INCHES thick, several feet tall. DRAINING. ONLY THE MOST AGILE, POWERFUL OF DEMONS AND HUMANOID DEMONS COULD EASILY GO UP THOSE TRIPLE-ACCURSED STEPS. THANK ALL THE GODS AND GODDESSES OF ALL HELL TERRITORIES I COME FROM A FAMILY OF SLEEK, HUMAN-REPTILIAN OLD-SCHOOL (meaning Ancient) DEMON-FOLKS, OUR BONES AND MUSCULATURE DOUBLE-AND-TRIPLE JOINTED. WE WERE MADE AND CREATED TO EASILY CLIMB AND JUMP ON AND OVER TREES AND BUILDINGS, EVEN THOSE HUMAN MORTAL BUILDINGS MADE FROM STEEL, CONCRETE, CEMENT, MARBLE. WHATEVER, WE CAN CLIMB, LEAP OR JUMP OVER.
AS SOON AS I FINALLY MADE IT, I IMMEDIATELY BOW DOWN AT MY QUEEN'S SMALL PERFECT FEET, GIVING HER THE ROYAL ACKNOWLEDGEMENT AND RESPECT RIGHTFULLY DUE AND DEMANDED TO HER. I THEN FELT HER SOFT FINGER TOUCH THE BACK OF MY STILL-SWEATING NECK, AND WAITED FOR PUNISHMENT.
I WAS, HOWEVER, SURPRISED WHEN NOT IMMEDIATELY RECEIVING HER IRE AT TOUCHING MY SWEAT. SHE WAS PROBABLY IN ONE OF HER RARE GOOD MOODS.
HOW FORTUNATE--for me.
PLACING HER NOW WET--from my sweat--ELEGANT FINGERS INSIDE HER SENSUOUS MOUTH, THE PERFECT LILITH SUDDENLY, DELIGHTEDLY COOIED, GIGGLING AS SHE EAGERLY SUCKED AND LICKED THE REMAINING MOISTURE OFF HER SKIN. "Wonderful, My Revenge Demon. Such a sweet gift you've just gave Me, I can taste the fear of Me in your sweet sweat. Thank you for your offer, My Death demon, for I can already feel the pleasures of your fear-sweat possess my neither regions..."
HUH??! MY SWEAT SEXUALLY AROUSED MY QUEEN? I THOUGHT, I'M IN FOR IT NOW...
MOANING AND GROANING HER NEED, HER JET-HELL RAVEN-BLACK SHOULDER LENGTH HAIR SHIVERING WITH A SENTIENT LIFE OF ITS OWN, THE PERFECT LILITH IMMEDIATELY SUMMONS SOME OF HER MANY PLEASURE MALE-IN-WAITING SUCCUBI (male sex demons) AND COMMANDED THE EAGER LOVERS TO HER ROYAL BEDROOM CHAMBERS. SMILING GRATEFULLY, MY QUEEN WINKED AT ME, "you will wait here, until My needs are completed being met, your sweat made Me in sexual need, and I do not want to conduct Royal business with My cum cascading down My legs."
BEFORE LEAVING, MY QUEEN COMMANDED SOME OF HER LADIES-IN-WAITNG TO SEE TO my NEEDS, WHILE SHE WAS BUSY BEING SEXUALLY ENTERTAINED AND ALSO TO BE PROVIDED SOLID AND LIQUID NOURISHMENT. WHILE WAITING, SOME OF THE DEMON ROYAL LADIES BEGAN LICKING THEIR HOT, SNAKELIKE TONGUES SUGGESTIVELY AT ME, THEIR CALCULATING EYES STARING AT ME IN A NEW LIGHT, TWO TO THREE OF THEM BEGAN REMOVING THEIR CLOTHES.
IT LOOKS LIKE I'M ABOUT TO GET ROYAL LAID...
AND WITH THAT, MY QUEEN ABRUPTLY VANISHES
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Ednah knew in advance that her soul would become damned, for all eternity, but felt the risk of losing her soul was indeed worth it. She did everything humanly possible to go through the right channels to avenge her baby girl Annie's horrific death, including daily visits to the police precincts, the newspapers, and even some of the local Organized Crime gangsters. In the end--to Ednah's disgust--the cops did nothing to help her; after all the dead girl was Colored, and the lives of Colored folks in The States, especially in the late '20s, early '30s meant nothing. Much. She even got on her hands and knees, begging literally begging, pleading, sobbing and crying for help, any kind of help that would bring justice to her dead daughter, with zilda nada results whatsoever. Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, and afterwards a frustrated, broken-hearted Ednah gave up hope, and decided to use other unorthodox methods to get revenge for her daughter, come what may, no matter what price she would have pay. She was now beyond caring. She suddenly remembered the beautiful wedding gift present given long ago, a beautiful piece of Realmnite jewelry given to her by her mother-in-law Deanna who worshipped an ancient, unknown religion going back God knows how many tens of thousands of millennium. It was, in Deanna's words, "only to be used at the most dire need, when everything else fails you, including the God of the Heaven Territories failing to heed your call for help". During that Ednah, a young bride, who was a fervent worshipper of the Darcy Baptist Church, asks, "God was always here, watching over all of us, with his Son, Jesus Christ and the Holy Ghost. The other God other there was The Devil, Satan, and his minions the Demons, who was cast out of Heaven unto the Earth to torture us mortals". Deanna only smiled at her beloved daughter-in-law's nativity, and sighed, "child, there are entities and beings who existed long before the existence of dinosaurs. Way long before insects and this universe was a blink of nothing, there are unknown worlds and solar systems teeming and thriving with life while we were less than microscopic germs and dust yet to be created." Many, many times when Deanna visited her future daughter in law, she preached proudly about her religion, which was the Realmnite Territories, and of the supreme dark God and Ruler, the Realm Master. Deanna explained that before there were any type of recorded history, the Realm Master ruled without interruption lands and world between Light and Dark. Ednah, not understanding what the hell her MIL was saying, only politely nods with agreement while mentally surmising the woman have gone completely mad, talking about nonexistent Gods, Devils and demons. She asked, "The Devil was once God's angel, the most beautiful one of them all, but he wanted to be God, and take His place to be worshipped and adored. Eve betrayed God and her husband, Adam, by eating the forbidden fruit. Then she convinced Adam to eat it, too. She and Adam got punished for their audacity by getting kicked out of Paradise and became mortals, while the Devil got thrown into Hell.""Oh, my child. You was only told part of the story. Us Realmnites was told everything", Deanna sighs wearily, "yes, all those things did happen, Adam and Eve was thrown out. And the Ruler of the Hell Territories was cast out into darkness. Not into what later became the Hell Territories. That property was given him by my Lord, for the Realm Master owned and possessed untold hundreds of billions of worlds, solar systems, universes and timelines.""How?" Ednah asked, spellbound by the woman's storytelling, as if it was one of those fantasy stories.Grinning, Deanna answered, "well, when the Dark Lord was cast out he was still in his beautiful Angel form, unwanted with no place to call home because he was kicked out of Heaven for what he did. My Lord offered the young one to stay with him, and the Angel was both intimidated and awed by My Lord's perfect appearance. My Lord possesses six pairs of wide, huge hawk wings and three horns on His magnificent head and shoulders, with powerful long curved, wickedly-barbed horns and thorns travelling down from His neck all the way to His tailbone. His body was also gloriously build and framed, wearing red, silver-blue and black colored leather tunic covering his midsection. GLORIOUS. My Lord and God's facial features would make the male Hollywood stars of today look like walking, talking toothpicks, for His face is truly handsome--many woman would kill, die to receive His blessings, in and out the bed."But, I'm disgressing. Forgive me, my child. Anyway, My Lord and God--who's over 12, 13 feet tall in appearance--found the future Lord of Hell gushing at Him, He asks why. The former Angel told Him that he wanted to look like him, and have and rule a place of his own. It has been many centuries since the original couple, Adam and Eve, was cast out of Paradise, and the Angel was now residing at the Realm Territories. "Eventually the Angel was given a realm of his own, which later became one of many Hell Territories located at untold universes, other Timelines and worlds, with various Hell Kings and Queens ruling. And they, in return, worship My Lord and acknowledging Him as Their Lord, Savior and God of their respective realms and kingdoms."Ednah asks, "does your God has a Lilith as His Queen?"Chuckling, Deanna says no, grinning, "no, Ednah. His eternal companion, Goddess-Queen Tali Silkke rules by His side, with fairness, compassion but also when needed, an iron fist. She's no pushover. All Hell-Kings, Queens, their demons (the proper name, Demonis) and other rulers adore and worship the ground Goddess-Queen Tali walks or glides on. In their eyes she could do no wrong as far as they're concerned. And the Realm Master and his Queen have been successfully married and working together for own 9,000 Mortal years."Over the centuries the Angel became what Mortals call The Devil, ruling the Hell kingdom with his demon-warriors, presiding over all those who evil souls ever since.""Wouldn't your God be evil, too, helping The Evil One?"Shaking her head, Deanna grits no, slightly angered at Ednah for comparing The Devil to her Lord before calming down, "my Lord is NOT evil. Just because He had helped the Lord of his Hell get a kingdom of his own automatically made My Lord evil. Not even close. That would be like comparing a period at the end of each sentence to a dictionary, let alone an encyclopedia. My perfect Lord and God is BEYOND reproach and comparison. He loves His people. He would never harm innocents, and protects those He considers His. And never, NEVER, He sacrificed virgins, babies or animals in order for those people to receive His blessings. Never."Again, I am once regressing my point. Here, take this gift, from my family to what will in time, becomes yours. Take." She then gives the girl the precious amulet, which was elegant, expensive enough to pay for several mansions..The gift given her was truly exquisitely elegant and beautiful, and Ednah's lovely dark brown eyes watered with appreciation as she took the amulet. It was an oval-shaped silver-and-aquamarine colored picture pendant, the inside containing a small photo of a sable-tooth black panther with two pairs of majestically wide and huge wings, one pair of raven's wings the other belonging to shadow-black colored hawks. The supernatural creature was imposed on a dark blue-reddish skyline background, eyes blazing a predatory hellish red coloring. The chain holding the amulet pendant was pure sterling silver, tiny but unspeakably expensive sky blue and lavender-colored diamonds circling around the outer surface of the amulet. "Oh this thing is so beautiful, Miss Deanna", Ednah gushed, tears gently streaking freely down both cheeks on her face, "thank you." Giving the young virginal bride a gentle motherly peck on the cheek, Deanna smiles, "nonsense, child. This pendant have been with my family for hundreds thousands of generations, giving to those truly deserving of marriage our male and females chosen as mates. You are good, decent and pure and innocent girl, and my son was indeed blessed by the Realm Master Himself, to meeting you and making you his wife and mother to his future children. Welcome to the family, little one". Ednah cried, her heart singing with happiness of being accepted as a daughter in law. "Thank you so much, I swear and promise I'll be a good wife and mother that I'll love your son to the end of my days..." Hugging the girl, Deanna says, her voice a little gruff, "I know, child. My god, the Realm Master blessed me with dreams of you, prophesied of you destined of marrying my son which was another reason of me giving you this gift. It is a protection, or a vengeance amulet only to be used for the most direst needs, if you or a loved one was harmed or killed you would only have to press it to your bosom and tell it what you want or desire. It'll do the rest. But be warned: once it's activated the powers inside will not be deterred or stopped. And the price for using it will be high. Your soul will not so much be eternally damned but you will become one of my God's possessions belonging no longer to the God of the Heaven Territories, but immediately a Realmnite. And my God does not share those who exclusively belongs to him."Now years later, and months after Annie's rape-murder and burial an adult Ednah fully understands what Deanna meant by the price paid for using the amulet. While staring at her reflection in the mirror Ednah saw twin pools of silvery blue-grayish white colored orbs that took the place of what was once dark brown eyes. Her new pair of eyes was glowing like that belonging to some sort of Hell-born cat, oval shaped with feline irises and pupils, the once white human colored portion of her mortally now non-existent. The sight terrified, yet intrigued her at the same time seeing her new eyes. During the rare times when Ednah ventured outside to go to the store, which was one of old-fashioned grocery drop-down breakfast places she always made sure to wear her now customary sunglasses, so that folks wouldn't see her unnatural eyes...Soon, Ednah thinks, all those responsible for my Annie's death will pay dearly...
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LOCATION: The Cenobite Kingdoms, somewhere in the deepest recesses or craters of Hell
Deep, deep somewhere in the most darkest, blackest caverns and crater-pits of the Hell Territories was the Labyrinth Kingdoms, home to the notorious pleasure-and-torture (mostly torture) demons, the Cenobites, where their Lord and Master, Leviathan ruler of the Labyrinth presides. Angels to some mortals, while demons to others, the leather/blood outfitted humanoid entities whose existence was primarily and cheerfully inflict unspeakably hideously, mindless pleasure and/or agonizing pain to those foolish enough to solve the puzzle-like cube, the Lament Configuration. Leviathan's favored son, second-in-command and Enforcer of the laws and rules regulating the Cenobite Kingdom, Xipe Topec--or his well-known but unspoken name, Pinhead--was in charge of the Order of the Gash, leather-clad half-time demons serving as Pinhead's demonic warriors. He was also well-known as the Hell-Priest, highly respected and feared by everyone, honors that was hard-earned, for one of the many responsibilities the Hell-Priest bore was making sure that all Hell's rules and regulations was followed to the letter and beyond. He was given full jurisdiction by Leviathan himself, with the power to punish those who would dare break Hell's laws in any form or way he saw fit. Even Angelique, Leviathan's wayward Succubus daughter, knew better than to question Pinhead and his glacial-cold intelligence--to do that would prove disastrous both short and long-term, and the last thing the Hell-Princess needed was to receive punishment from Hell Daddy Dearest. After the last punishment--and it was terrible--Angelique was made into a Cenobite as punishment because she broken one of Hell's laws, defying, just she felt she could because she was Leviathan's daughter. "Angelique," the God boomed, his powerful no-nonsense voice reverberated through the entire Cenobite Lands, furious at his daughter, who once again royally pissed him off, "I warned you before, last time, to cease your interference with my Hell-Priest, and his responsibilities as my Second-in-Command, all because your desire to act like one of those spoiled Human Mortal female brats. And yet, you would dare to defy me!""Father," the Hell-Princess purred, her voice sensuous, sweet-soft, "why can't I have any erotic amusements with Xipe (Topec)? After all, I am royalty, and you said I could have any suitor I want. Someday I will rule this land when you are gone, and Xipe is the only male creature worthy to become my eternal consort." She pouts, "Why can't I have him?"The lord, ruler and undisputed master of the Cenobite Lands couldn't believe the unmitigated gall coming out his daughter's mouth. It took all his formidable willpower to prevent himself from immediately fatally striking down his slut of a daughter, and the power of his godly dark rage resulted with earthquakes at several locations of his kingdom. His rage lasted not even close to a minute but the results caused many Cenobites scooting for shelter as buildings collapsed around them, while the ground around them cracked open, causing crater pits and fissures. A few Hellite demons climbed upward from kingdoms billions of miles underground from the craters and pits caused by the power of Leviathan's frightening rage, only shrugged their indifference as they stood on hooved goatlike feet. The demonic entities which consisted of half-human, half-goat, spider, locust, and other supernatural horrors busied themself dusting dirt off their bodies while helping a few Cenobites rise to their feet asks, "what did that idiot princess do now? Our Queen, Hell-Queen Seilenn heard your Lord's voice all the way down to our land!" One of the demons, a multi spider-and-porcupine legged male replies, "wasn't becoming a Cenobite punishment enough?" Another demon, a half-human, half-rattlesnake snaps, "dunno 'bout that, with Princess Angelique, no one would ever know." As more and more demons climb out of the newly-created pits and craters, Angelique and Leviathan continues their argument.And Leviathan just about had it with his daughter's antics. Enough is enough.
"ENOUGH!!!!! No more, Angelique. No more. If you cannot perform your duties as Princess and respect not only my laws and regulations as well as Hell's laws, rules and regulations, I HAVE MORE THAN 1,000 OF YOUR SISTERS WHO WILL!!! And this will be the Absolute LAST warning I'm issuring you on this subject. And--one last thing. Leave my Hell-Priest alone, dammitt!!! He is NOT destined in any form, shape, will, say or action for you as future consort. Or anything. There are many Cenobite male princes and suitors you could make your consort, that I would recommend to you. Ply your sexual expertise on them. My Hell-Priest is forbidden. And I will NOT brook any argument from you, daughter. My word is law, and you WILL abide by it."
The Hell-Princess purrs, her voice now filled with the beginnings of deep resentment towards her God-father, "we will see, Father. We'll see..." Pouting, Angelique vanishes under a lavender-scented puff of smoke. Afterwards, work begins to rebuilt cities buildings and streets ruined or damaged by Leviathan's voice dominated earthquakes with the help of the volunteers from the ungrounded demon lands erupted, millions of miles underground below the Cenobite Lands.While the kingdom was being rebuilt, Angelique stood outside the kingdom, a male demon busying himself pleasuring the Hell-Princess, his two snake like tongues happily plunging deeply into the demon woman's neither regions. As one tongue ruthlessly sucked and licked Angelique's clitoral bump and both sets of her labia lips the other invaded and ploughed deep in and out her rectum, the hot action causing the woman to howl and roar her pleasure. "Yes, yes, yes!!!!" She screamed as the first of many powerful, back-to-back non-stop orgasms struck her, her dark brown eyes rolling backward and inside-out as the demon pumped, humped, thrusted and shoved his two long, thick snake tongues invaded both orifices. "Take me hard", she screeches, "deeper, harder, longer!!!" His tongues then morphs into long, thick, giant five inches thick human penises, their tips covered in spiky steel ring piercings,.needle-sharp. Angelique's screams and yowls became louder, more husky the moment the mutant penises repositioned themselves at both her vagina and anal entrances before totally burying themselves to the hilt inside both holes. She screamed and screamed and screamed her happiness as her demon lover savagely took both her crotch and rectum with an utterly merciless ruthlessness that resulted with her sweet, silky rain at first streaming, then pouring out both sides of her body. "One way or another", she mentally vowed to herself as new waves of pleasure orgasms struck, "I WILL have Xipe as my consort and we'll rule the kingdom, together as King and Queen, for all eternity. And if I have to kill Dear Father to have it all, so be it!" She was so proud of her clever thinking of self-importance--conceited, anyone???!--Angelique then turns herself around, and gives her lover oral pleasure as she deftly removes his tunic, and exposes his mammoth masculinity, which was 14 inches long, four, five inches thick. It was his turn to roar out his pleasure, as Angelique expertly licks his demon manly tip, her hot saliva coating his tip-hole which resulted in drops of his thick gravy like cream dripping and leaking out from his tip. More and more liquid leaked out as Angelique slowly, but surely, made hot soul-searing lollipop licks upward from top to base to three pairs of the demon male's baseball-sized testicles, making him groan softly. His groans became all the more louder, as Angelique began sucking him, slowly swallowing all of him down her throat to the space between her lungs, lower to the pit of her stomach. She sucked and sucked at him, drinking and swallowing all his thick heavy love-gravy as powerful mind-searing, soul-possessing orgasms took him while the Hell-Princess made thrusting, shoving, in-and-out motions with her mouth and jaws. She used her mouth and throat as if it was one huge, oversized, deep wide vaginal walls and caverns, working it to pleasure her demon-lover, bringing him to new heights of pleasure and sexual satisfaction. Bringing him to beyond the brink of sanity and insanity of demonic sexual pleasure, over and over until both parties exploded (well, him anyway, since she still had all of him inside her mouth and beyond) in mindless ecstasy...The last thing the woman thought before entering blessed, hard-earned pleasure-induced sleep, "I will have the Hell-Priest as my mates and I'll do anything--ANYTHING--to make him mine!!!" AN ETERNITY LATER...The rebuilt kingdom mainly consisted of additional unnaturally-long hallways and corridors, with extra corridors of labyrinth-like cities and buildings. Inside the buildings are more hallways and rooms, filled with the eternal cries, screams and other various agonized screams of those taken by Pinhead and the members of the Gash, moments after solving and opening the puzzle box. To soon have their bodies torn apart into pieces of meat, again and again and again. The stench of rotten flesh, combined with equally-decayed, putrid blood and unnaturally scented vanilla was overpowering, almost unbearable; why the Cenobites chose the scent of vanilla to mix with the smell of blood, flesh, guts, brains and other stuff was beyond comprehension...At the center of the renovated Kingdom was a huge shadow-hellish black pit, where the giant black diamond sphere that was Leviathan presided. Huge rays and 20th Century Fox trademark like beams of the purest darkness happily intertwined and met with one another in an obscene canopy of different shades of vile indescribable stomach-churning colors. Accompanying the beams and colors was ear-splitting sounds, powerful enough to blast and shatter human eardrums to shreds. The noise boomed, blasted and reverberated throughout the entire area with several different monstrously blasphemous Satanic and demonic orchestral earthquake, the lyrics praising and worshipping their sphere like ruler and Master Leviathan. The sounds and lyrics was obscene, and possessed an unmistakably malevolence and power, sentient in nature, and powerful enough to cause irreversible, permanent insanity given to any human person who would accidentally hear. Scores upon scores of hundreds of thousands of Cenobites, when not busying themselves torturing, butchering, mutilating and or morphing deserving mortals into new Cenobites, would bow down on their hands and knees and give their love and worship to Leviathan. Cascading walls of blood belonging to the bodies of the newly damned would be poured and offered to their Cenobite God, giving him praise, singing the most hideous lyrics of equally hideous songs no Human being would even think of uttering. On top of a huge alter stood Pinhead and his three lieutenants, who with him, enforcers the laws and rules of the Labyrinth with an ironclad, military precision. With Pinhead was the Female, a bald headed woman with wires and cords sticking out both cheeks on her face and a wide, gaping hole in the middle of her throat the odd shape and side of a woman's vagina. In her previous life the Female was a beautiful young nun who wanted to experience all forms of passion and sexual pleasure, to live life to the fullest--come what will. Soft blonde, shoulder-length hair, hazel-blue eyes and a slender built, the young nun became bored with life until she came across an dirty, smelly old man who presented the young woman with the Rublix Cube from Hell. Her life never became the same afterwards. Once she solved the puzzle box, the nun was soon taken to the Cenobite worlds and with the 'assistance' of the Metamorphosis Box--which was oddly shaped like one of those Old School telephone booths--she became the Female Cenobite, and Pinhead's Second-in-Command. Now completely hairless and wearing a skin-tight black leather floor-dragging dress, the front tunic of her outfit strategically cut exposing raw, oozing bleeding gaping wounds. She carries a scalpel like weapon, with jagged, serrated razor-sharp edges, sharp enough to slice through bone. More than sharp enough to slice and tear concrete, metal and tree branches three sizes and thicker than four, five elephant or crocodile hide. Fiercely loyal to Pinhead, the Gash and Leviathan, the Female eventually over a period of time became a force to be dealt with in her own right, not to be screwed with. Ever. The second Cenobite, a tall and literally faceless male, save for chattering, clicking teeth that worked almost non stop like a macabre version of the Tidy Bowl man. In his formal human life, the chattering--he's not now called Chatterer for nothing--Cenobite was a young boy, slightly older than 11, 13.years of age. When becoming a Cenobite, his face became so mutilated and so totally messed up, in the end the Engineers did what they could to remold his face, into what it is now. No nose, eyes or ears, just a chattering, clicking mouthed horror, but also possessing a lean but powerful adult male body and strong hands and fingers used over and over to grab those attempting to escape after summoning the Gash members. He also wore the customary black leather outfit-uniform that identified him as one of the upper-elite Cenobite lieutenants under Xipe Topec/Pinhead's command.The third member was also tall, but unlike the others he was overweight, and wore sunglasses to match his Cenobite leathery outfit. His lips was always coated with disgusting looking dark grease or oil (maybe he, possibly every once in a while, was cannibalistic), his teeth a vomit-inducing brownish-reddish grey coloring, and his tongue coating with something I don't ever wanna THINK if. Gross. His obese stomach was slitted open, a bloody, ruined exposed mess of a gaping hole, which was oozing a thick, blackish-reddish gravy like liquid, the stench truly horrific.As the three Hell lieutenants and their leader Pinhead made their rounds, ensuring that everything ran smoothly they paused for a few moments. They smiled contentedly while listening to the agonized screams coming from several rooms where those marked for eternal agonies were held. Those poor bastards (and bitches) were systematically disenboweled, dismembered, sliced, tore and--literally!--ripped apart by other Cenobite gash members, who were more than happy performing their evil duties. There was other Cenobites of various different mutations and mutilations in the corridors and hallways, some of them cheerfully waving acknowledgement at Pinhead and Company while going to various destinations. Pinhead only nods his head slightly in return, his unnaturally shadow hellish-black eyes watching a few of his fellow demonic torturers meeting with the Engineers, the multi arm-and-leg pink-colored horrific designers who daily created and built the torture devices used on the damned. What a team...
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ELIOT NESS'S P.O.V:
I have a feeling this case is going be one of those that just might be the death of me...
Sigh. The things I go through, put myself through to stop crime. So far ever since working for law enforcement, and becoming leader to what the newspapers nationwide dubbed The Untouchables--because the men and I never ever took or accepted bribes from gangsters--I've seen and experienced stuff. And I mean, some pretty heavy-duty nasty, sick shit which included gangster thugs getting shot, stabbed, had acid thrown in their faces, gangs warring with one another for either territory or becoming top predator in the world of Organized Crime. Unfortunately I've also witnessed the aftermath of innocent citizens becoming casualties of these gang walls. Innocent, decent, hard-working folks whose legitimate businesses was extorted by ruthless characters such as the Capone and Moran mobs, along with lesser gangs who force "protection" upon their victims to keep their respective businesses from retaliation damages. Anything from brutal beatings to being forced to watch their wives or daughters get sexually assaulted (raped), to having their properties destroyed (bombed, shattered, broken, etc) and other intimidation tactics. And don't forget about the drive-by shootings, when gang members see their potential victim(s) and speed-drive to them, a hood carrying a Tommygun and use the weapon to blast the poor bastards into blood Swiss cheese with blood, meat, and shattered, ruined bones. And every once in a while innocent victims accidentally get in the crosshairs, unintended targets, sometimes children get shot, some of them survive while others...Sad.Which was some of the reasons why I went into law enforcement, to protect the innocent, hard-working decent members of society from crumb-bums, lowlives and murderous scum like Capone, Moran and other underworld criminals. Criminals who are bathing and soaking up streets and sidewalks across the country with not only their blood, but the blood of decent and innocent people everywhere. Get rid of these human filth, along with the crooked cops and politicians who gangsters pay well to look the other way, take them all out. Every. Single. Last. One...Meanwhile, the men and I are staying at the Sweet Rose hotel, located at some out-of-the way small town, in the middle of God knows where in the state of North Carolina. The place was comfortable enough, long lush deep couches and sofa chairs with charming but lovely ceiling chandeliers in the lobby, dining room and ballroom made out of some sort of crystal, the floors of the lobby and dining rooms old, sturdy Italian marble. And even though the hotel building itself looked as if it were built during the last century, probably the Victorian age seeing better days, it possessed an Old World charm people doesn't see too much of anymore; hotels and other buildings erected these days cater more and more to modern technology and design.Right now, the men and I am having breakfast in the dining room, while watching the comings and goings of the hotel's inhabitants entering and leaving. One of the men, Enrico 'Rico' Rossi, was excitedly anticipating their incoming breakfast and he kept busy adjusting his napkins on the front of his chest and lap, while literally licking his chops. "I'd be so happy when the food hurry it up and get here", he chimed, "I'm starving!""Keep your shirt on", Martin 'Marty' Flaherty replied, "the food's coming!" Tall, dark and possessing a sort of Irish rugged good looks, Marty was already attracting scores of young slim and attractive ladies ogling him from the corners of the dining room entrance area, wearing high heel button shoes, some of them wearing body-hugging dresses while others wore more loose outfitted flapper dresses. Blonde, redhead and brunette-haired women was unashamedly licking full sultry, bee-stun lipstick applied full lips, their heavily-lidded makeup covered eyes undressing the tall, handsome raven-haired treasury agent. They hungrily stared him down, lascivious licking at him from the hair on his head downward to the shoes he wore, lingering a few extra moments at his midsection, probably imagining how he'd look like underneath his clothes, nude. The way they looked at Marty a person would think bedroom. I've even caught one particular young woman--one wore a silver-and-orange flapper outfit slightly covering hugging her slender form, the auroras of her nipples outlining the dress, informing anyone looking that she obviously wore no bra--shamelessly staring at me. The intensity of the staring caused my face to flush and burn. Damn. Today's women are becoming more and more bold. A new breed of American women, verbally straightforward in both word and deed and as far as their sexuality are concerned, ruthless. These days more women are becoming brazen, when it comes to mind embers of the opposite sex, the majority unafraid , unapologetic, if not downright bold making first moves for sexual encounters with possible one or several willing partners. "Modern women", they call themselves. Yeesh. Yeah, right. Wearing loose, slightly baggy, barely knee-length flapper dresses. Short boyish-like haircuts, curly Betty Boop (as in the theatre animated cartoon character) or/and hairstyles. High-heeled button shoes with shiny, garter leg stockings. All these combined things represent the Flapper, sexually adventurous, free-spirited, independent women who do and say as they please--stakes be damned. The last eight years or so I've seen many young women--and even older, middle-aged women--dressing more and more flapperlike, cutting and restyled their hair into the short mannish 'bobs'. And movies made from Hollywood, California and other studios joined the bandwagon, in their desire to attract more customers and make money hire fame-hungry, ambitious actresses (or 'Movie Stars', they preferred being called) wearing these new fashion styles. Women willing to do anything, anything, for fame. Anything...I found myself sighing irritatingly as I watch the women continued giving Marty goo-goo eyes, giggling and whispering excitedly among each other. After several moments of watching the 'Modern Ladies' staring I couldn't take it anymore, and using my left foot kicked Marty in the shin under the table hissing, "stop encouraging those women staring at you like that, as if you're a piece of sirloin steak." Marty only grinned his amusement at my growing disgust at the situation while rubbing the area where I kicked him, chuckling, "Eliot, calm down. They're only staring. No real harm was done." I felt my face flush and Redfern all the more when Marty rewarded one of the ladies with one of his rare Irish charm smiles, his dark eyes twinkling mischievously, which resulted when the recipient, a pretty freckle-faced blonde, swooned and sliently slid down on the marble floor. Her other friends fluttered their slightly painted eyes at Marty, puckering sultry full lips his way and jealously wishing they were the one he smiled at instead of their friend whose bright blue eyes now held a worshipful glaze towards him. As if he was an Irish version of Rudolph Valentino, the Hollywood movie star who passed away only a few years ago, in August 1926 from several health-related medical problems. Millions attended two funeral prepared in his memory, one in Hollywood, California and another in New York; many scores of grieving, hysterical women often had to be carried away in hospital stretchers from fainting bouts.Right now Marty was enjoying all the attention given him by the ladies, earning amused smirks by Rico, who was also making deep inroads on his breakfast. Minutes later LaMarr Kane, William 'Bill' Youngfellow and Lee Hobson arrived at the scene and sat down at the table to have breakfast. Youngfellow immediately notices the visual interaction between Marty and the women hotel residents, and asks "who are the babes (an 1920s-1930s reference to attractive or beautiful women) looking at Marty, Eliot?" I felt my face tic in disgust when Youngfellow winked at the group of giggling women who woo-hooed their approval at him. Great. Terrific."Don't know, Bill," I answered, while taking bites out of a large piece of smoked Canadian bacon, its sweet aroma doing a joyful tap dancing number inside my nostrils. "Have no idea who the ladies are." I added, "and for God's sakes, stop staring at those women. You're gonna encouraging them to come over here, and we have work to do after breakfast." That's all I need to worry about--my men thinking about putting the moves (scheming to later get together and have sexual contact) on these dames. Shit."Okie-dokey, then", Youngfellow nonchalantly shrugs his shoulders as he grabs a large breakfast plate and began piling several blueberry and strawberry-stuffed pancakes along with pieces of bacon and scramble eggs-and-cheese. Lee also grabs a plate but his choice of breakfast was a modest dose of eggs-and-cheese and two blueberry pancakes, with a cup of coffee. LaMarr opted for some hominy grits with both bacon and sausage, southern-style buttermilk biscuits with butter and freshmade strawberry jam while having some coffee. Might as well enjoy the food. Can't work on an empty stomach, you know...
SAMUEL NELSON'S P.O.V.:
It's been several hours since the federal officers and their leader, Eliot Ness, arrived at the hotel; it's now the early part of the morning, a little after 7:09 a.m., and the hotel's residents are now slowly but surely arriving at the dining room for breakfast Word sure spread around quick, for now almost everybody wants to stay here, including some of the more important and rich families here in town, muckey-muck uppity rich folks who wouldn't ever think of blink an eye to even stare in my direction. After all, a few of them never liked or respected me or my family, on account of us being the first, ever, Colored people to own a hotel. And a successful one at that. There were one or two (or three, if I can remember) White-owned hotels or inns, and they were more glamorous, and more expensive and well-known. During those years, from 1898 to 1925 those White-owned places always had people, famous and well-to-do, rich folks packing to fullness, and this is a small town. Loud, noisy, raunchy people. Live bands playing popular music of the day, some of hotel's patrons getting (if they weren't already) stinking, pissing drunk, a few of the ladies (at least four, five of them) so drunk I don't think them knew whether they were coming or going. Disgusting. I remember one time a young lady gotten so inebriated she began removing all the clothing from her body, asking two of the five gentlemen with her, "you wanna have children with me?", giggling. Four of them respectfully declined--they better, that young child was Angie Madroff, of the Madroff family, one of the most richest and powerful people in town--but one sleazeball gleefully accepted. He wasted zero time putting his hands all over that almost naked little girl, who tee-heed her happiness, screaming, "Enforce me! Enforce me!!!" I left, going back into my hotel, not wanting to get involved. I knew better. If any of my daughters acted like that and I'd found out, I'll gladly slap her into the next three decades; I raised my girls to be ladies, dammitt. However, if I had tried to help that girl, I'd soon be toast. Literally. Me, a Colored man, a Colored OLD man at that, touching a young White girl inappropriately (even it was to help her, at that)??! No. Not only no, but oh, triple hell no! I would get my poor Black ass hung at the highest tree outside of town, and turned into a human Southern Fried Children--minus the seasoning and flour. Triple crispy-crunchy. Naturally. No thanks.Luckily for her, her two older brothers burst out of the hotel--the Silver Flower Hotel, a three stories tall affair--one punched the hell out of his sister's would-have-been lover, knocking him to the ground. The other wrapped a blanket around the yelling, cursing girl, her screeching to the top of her lungs (excuse my language, ladies reading this, I deeply apologise), "how DARE ya ruin my action, ya lousy screws! Ya miserable bitches!!! Ya no-good bastards!!!" After that night, the very next day, the more respectable ladies' groups got together and soon used their formidable influence and monies from other reputable, respectable families. All three hotels, days later was closed down and locked. Put out of business. For good. The buildings was later converted into more positive ventures. One of them became a high school, the other two a restaurant and health clinic.And as for the girl...She, a few years later met and fell in love with a super-rich, successful Queer (which many, many MANY years later would be referred to as Bi-Sexual, liking both men and women) man, Herve, who was also mad-crazy in love with her. Herve was tall, dark and sensuously-handsome and he loved the wild Madoff girl--she was also Bi-Sexual, and had no problems with Herve bringing lovers of both sexes into their bed. As long as they shared. Herve had some sweet, juicy blackmail stuff on Alexandra's (that's the girl name) dad. Stuff that would make a blackmailed swoon, faint and experience more than enough orgasms to last for life. Stuff which would ruin him and his family. Marry me, or I'll spill everything.And the girl's pa had no other choice, but comply. His family reputation would be ruined. Their name become sullied, turned to something less than dirt on the ground, fertilizer would be worth more than their family's good name. None of the other rich families would no longer want to be 'round them, let alone give a pot to piss and shit in or a lousy cup of water. Somehow the family blamed me for Nerve marrying their unsulled, innocent untouched--HA!--virginal daughter. That child, according to town gossip, lost her now-extinct virginity when she turned 12 years old, several years ago, to one of her older uncles. Like I said, so I'd heard through the town grapevine. To keep her quiet the family increased her weekly allowance from $100 to $1,200 and began spoiling her rotten, to prevent her from going to the cops. And as for the older gumball who raped that poor little child, he was never heard or seen from again. Two years ago, his remains were discovered somewhere in the woods lots of miles away from here, not far away from where that old Witch, Miz Haggis, lived. And what was left of him made even the sheriff and his boys barf, gave them all bad nightmares for weeks. Seemed that the family hired Miz Haggis, paid her a lotta money to make that child cherry-popping raping bastard pay for what he did. I heard that lady is old, real old. Been 'round during the days of the first President, George Washington, talking 'bout what, over 130-plus damned years. I heard hushed whispers from my parents, grandparents that Miz Haggis sold, surrendered her precious soul to not only The Devil, but an older entity, someone a billion times more older, powerful and a helluva meaner than The Devil himself. Some one so goddammed so mean and nasty Satan looked up to Him, as an evil Father figure, someone to worship and adore. I even heard rumors that that guy--He called Himself the Realm Master--gave Hell to The Devil as if he was someone looking for property or a house or something. I've heard that The Devil copied the Realm Master's looks. His LOOKS. My grandfather said HIS granddad was a worshipper of the Realm Master, calling himself a Realmnite and told his grandkids that he was blessed seeing Him. He said the Realm Master has not two, but six to eight pairs of huge, human-sized hawk-and-vampire wings, redder and blacker than all the deepest, darkest pits and craters of all of Hell. Not only that, He also possessed four pairs of spikes and ramlike-goat horns on His head, neatly lining down both sides of His head, neck downwards his back. Over 14 foot intimidating tall, and scary as all fuck...
My granddad said the Realm Master has been around a lot longer, before the existence of dinosaurs, before the existence of insects. Gods, goddesses, titans, Fae, whatever was not even dust yet, and pre-recorded history was yet to be made. Even powerful creatures such as Pazuzu and other ancient entities acknowledged and respected the Realm Master, looked up to Him. And all those demons, demon kings and queens and Lords and Ladies ruling their respective Hells acknowledged, respected and worshipped the Realm Master as a supremely powerful, malevolent and darkly wise omnipresent entity that was not to ever be messed with. Ever.
My family owes everything they owe and have to the mysterious Devil-like Realm Master--and my great-grandad, and his great-grandparents, who worshipped Him, long, long, long time ago, willingly sacrificed their precious souls to Him--for everything. I, however, to my parents' consternation and disappointment, decided to worship the God of the Heaven Territories and His Son instead of the Lord and Ruler of the Realm Territories. My grandfather threatened to disown me as a relative, if I continued worshipping the Master of the Heaven Territories, "blasphemy, absolute blasphemous what you're doing turning your back on our God, boy", he growled, between sharing slaps and smacks with my Paw upon my face and the back of my head. "Ungrateful, thankless dumbness boy," my Paw sneered, slapping the unholy shit outta me, making me see spinning stars and spots and giving me a busted, bleeding mouth. "Don't care, I'm not leaving my God and His Son", I replied back, bloody spittle flying out red-covered mouth, "He (God) created the Heavens, the stars, the earth and all life in it. He created all life, created man and woman, and gave us all. He is everything representing love, kindness, compassion, mercy. Everything that is Good". Boy, was my grandpa and Paw posses, hearing that. The slaps and smacks then turned into punches and kicks afterwards. My Paw warned--he was one of those men who never threatened, but but warns before swiftly backing everything said with actions--to my soon-to-be regret, "you will give them up and return to worshipping our true God. Or, I promise, your Ma will have one less son to call her child. I will NOT raise a blasphemous little bastard in my house! I will NOT have an ungrateful piece of SHIT forget everything that were--are--given to us by the Realm Master, that He blessed us with. For a piece of garbage! I'll see you dead, first, before allowing you to abandon Him for another God!!!"Paw and granddad would have killed me, if it weren't for Ma's intervention. She came home just in time after running her daily errands, in time to see me getting stomped--literally!--onto the floor. Luckily for my poor, pathetic ass Ma was a Realmnite witch, a very powerful one who loved me, and didn't take kindly to me getting the beating of my life. Her soft hazel eyes harden with an ice-cold intense stare, Ma hissed, "both of you, git away from my son. Now."
The next thing I knew both Pa and Granddad found themselves on the floor, nursing bloody mouths and noses. Shocked.
Pa protested, "we're trying to change his ways, Leeanna. He's left our way to worship The Enemy. I'm trying to make him see that what he's doing ain't right! That he's committing unholy blasphemy against our God!""I don't give a Realm fuck," she shouted, "the both you assholes were beating my son! Trying to KILL him!!!"Ma--bless her heart--wasn't having it. Seeing her son writhing on the floor, his face bruised and bloody, getting beaten up by two of the people who supposed to love, cherish and protect him made her see red. "Git. Away. From. Him", she warns, her usually soft soothing-sounding calm voice sank several octaves low, thick, ice-Hell-cold enough to do a Hellite demon (or she-demon) proud. "I don't care. And for your information, the Realm Master doesn't care if His child, or children worship one or multiple Gods or Goddeses, if you would take more time to read the holy Realm Scriptures you'd been know that, assman. In the Book of Silvannis, the Holy Realmnite prophetless, it is said, 'Our Supreme Lord, God and Master of Love, Kindness, Understanding and Compassion does not mind you give respect to other Gods and Goddesses, as long as The Realm Master is the One and Absolute Number One, Two and Three God to be always worshipped, loved and adored.. All others are to be given what's left. He NEVER said don't worship others. And He never, ever get would allow or tolerate His people to be condemned for following others, as long as He receives His God-Share." Pa and Granddad immediately backed away from me when seeing Ma's eyes turn from hazel to hell-black, they knew she meant business. "Move", she growled, her slender fingers growing from human into catlike paws, wicked looking, two-week barbed feline claws leaping out aching for some flesh-ripping, shredding action. "You have one minute, one MINUTE, to haul your asses away from my son and git the--" Ma was so mad, so pissed-mad off she to my shock, began using rough, coarse, foul language. Terrible, awful words foul enough to make a roughneck blush, and Ma never, never EVER employed that type of bad words and swears for she always spoke like a lady both public and private. That day was different. Her maternity instincts aroused at seeing her boy get rougher up made Ma lose her temper."--git the Hell-fuck off my son. Stay the shit away from him. For the next time either of you lays hands to him, I'll forget I'm your wife and kill you both, you sorry, shit for brains. You child-beating sons-of-bitching bastards. You poor, miserable fucking excuses for men!!!!"
They quickly left. Wise choice. Even I was awestruck. And Ma was one of those small, petite women, slender in form. Helpless looking.
Hah.
But when her family, especially her children are endangered my Ma becomes a tigeress. Fearless.
I just never heard her use rough language before, and that was truly a first for me. And I was never the same after that. That incident changed me for life. I learned never to underestimate folks, that a woman, a mother would do anything to protect those she loves.
And carry yourself with dignity. To respect the use of bad language, not to use it unless it was absolutely necessary, or extreme emergencies.
I also learned to respect the religions of others, no matter what the origins. As long as those other religions didn't infringe on mine, I'm good..
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LOCATION: Big Liz's Place, in one of the bedrooms used for Big Liz's girls and their johns. And since Macina was one of the four Capone hoodlums being Biz Liz's guests, they was immediately given VIP status, assigned swawk rooms...
TIME: 11:07 p.m.
Finally.The hunt begins.Jefferson "Lover Boy" Macina, one of the four Capone goons who sexually assaulted and killed Annie, was in one of his rare good moods tonight. He just got finished spending the better part of the evening having some long, good hot sex with two of Big Liz's favorite party girls only several minutes earlier. The pretty House girls, one a blonde, the other a brunette, gave him a night in the end that left him totally drained and very thoroughly sated, down to the marrow of his slimy bones. The girls took turns, pleasuring Macina between the legs, working hard to get that easy cash. They played with his balls, and licked his pubic hairs--which smelled slightly a little better than newborn zombie shit, and the girls had to heavy-duty concentrate on sexually satisfying their client and not accidentally puke all.over him. The possibility of getting some nice cha-moolah change from the Capone hoodlum motivated the two working house girls to trick their minds into thinking the funk coating his pub-hairs was perfume. He told them moments after entering his room that if they gave him a good time in bed he'd give them each $50 to $100 or more.And that, ladies and gents, gave the girls the incentive to really, really, truly absolutely go out their way to make the guy happy.And boy, did the girls waste zero time, doing their damndest to make Macina happy. Their took turns using their mouths, soaking, drenching the hairs thin with eager mouths, gently chewing the fibers with small happy teeth. They licked, sucked and did erotic, mind-blowing shit to his manhood with their wet, hot tongues. Nipping at the top of his manhood, resulting in the tip drip yellowish milky-white creamy cum. Sucked and licked his masculinity as if it was a fleshy, almost sentient lollipop, from the top to the base while caressing slowly engorged testicles with hungry, well practiced hands that satisfied many, many men. One of the girls, the brunette, expertly took both his manhood and testicles fully into her mouth, making twisting motions. And that made him shout, howl and scream with mindless pleasure as the brunette continues her sensual onslaught. He happily exploded, culminating in their mouths, over and over and over, mindlessly pounding and blasting dams of cum down their well-trained throats. Not one drop went to waste. And in return Macina rewarded (if you could call it that) the girls for each giving him The Mother of All Heads; he felt looser than a bowl filled with pasta noodles. He had them both, one at a time, lie on their backs, spreading their slender milky-white creamy thighs as far as humanly possible, trembling, and anticipating some hot action. Moments later Macina uses his long, thick fingers, two, three at a time, sensually impaling their feminine core. Both females screamed and screeched delightedly as he shoved and thrusted calloused fingers in-and-out the deepest caverns of their femininity, ruthlessly plunking at their clitoral bumps, over and over and over until their silky rain streamed, then poured out of their well-used paradise entrances. "Do ya like that? Do ya?" he asked, while still playing with the blonde girl's inner and outer labia, making her sob and blubber happily, "yes, yes, yes!" She howled and screamed excitedly all the more as Macina spread the feminine skin folds wider, wider, so as to gain access to her glistening, now swollen clitoris, the fragile nub shivering almost with a sentient life of its own. He then at first gently, then moments later, roughly sucked and tugged, sucked and pulled at the nub, coating it with his saliva for a moment of two before abruptly shoving his entire mouth and tongue deep into the woman's vaginal walls. She howled. She screeched. Silky rain poured freely out of her soaken-wet core into his mouth.Grinning that superior masculine smile, Macina gave one final fierce suck and tug before leaving the young hooker screaming, tugging and tearing out her own hair from her head as powerful earthquake-like orgasms struck. The hoodlum then gives his full attention to the brunette, commanding her to get on her hands and knees on the huge brass bed which easily accommodated three, four people. Approaching her from the back, Macina then, with one almost-brutal thrust, shoved himself deep inside the woman, grabbing and fondling her small petite breasts, playing with suddenly hardening nipples. The woman screamed, "ride me, cowboy, ride me!! Giddiup!!!" Sweating now pouring and flying off their bodies, Macina and the brunette hooker yowled with joy as he felt the woman's deep vaginal walls sweetly close and tightly wrap around his manhood as he continues thrusting, shoving and humping in-and-out, in-and-out as the woman met him, thrust-per-thrust. "Cum in my mouth, honey," he commanded, as he withdrawal out of her so that he could lie on his back. She immediately grinds and twists her feminine core deep into his mouth, his tongue grabbing and sucking her clit as her silky rain pours out of her body, directly into his mouth. Clamping onto her with a steel grip Macina uses his long tongue to enwrap around the girl's swollen clit, and proceeds to suck the unholy hell out of the lump, the action resulting with the girl entering hysterically happy screaming, screeching fits. She continues screaming and yelling, until her voice eventually became rough and hoarse...She then returns the favor, clamping her mouth onto both his engorged penis and testicles, like a human steel trap. Sucking him with almost an inhuman, unnatural intensity, and soon receives her reward in the form of his thick, creamy, tsunami-ocean like wave of non-stop cum plowing, blasting inside her mouth. She expertly drinks the liquid in, not missing a single drop, swallowing everything, as if she was a living, human Hoover vacuum cleaner.Yes!Macina had a wonderful night. He found himself smiling fondly, remembering the House girlls leaving when they were finished, still naked as the day they were born, smiling, barely able to walk, after all that heavy-duty sex they gave. And received, in returnJust before they left, to get their hard-earned rest, Macina gives the blonde girl a gentle pat on the ass while finger-screwing the brunette between the legs, playing with her sweet still-wet, oozing snatch. It was the best $200 he ever spent. Damn, those broads were worth putting out all that dough. His balls was still tingling, after-effects from all that sucking and licking, and the tip of his manhood was still dripping, like a kitchen faucet. They even allowed him to pump and thoroughly screw both their assholes, all the way to the hilt, and and THAT action resulted with him cumming, non-stop, deeply inside their assholes up their rectums. Oh, my God, he thought, their assholes felt more tighter, more sweeter than their snatches; he felt he was deeply encased in tight but loving vises-like embrace hugs. He couldn't help himself, blasting, pounding his cum into those broads' assholes, he felt like a human tidal waves, like multitudes of unstoppable volcanoes blasting hot, cummy lava shooting off. This was his first, ever, time screwing broads up the ass--and man, God, he found out soon that he Likes It.. He made up his mind after tonight he was gonna start ass-screwing broads. After plugging their snatches, of course...Oh, yes. He thinks, now THAT'S the way broads should always be towards men like him. Waiting and willing, their legs should always be spread wide for him. And let a man plug their assholes and reactions, too, if the guy demands it. And not only that, their mouths should always be ready to lick and suck a man's...The many possibilities of broads pleasing him in bed was making him horny again. He felt himself harden. But, there's always time for that later, for after tonight, every broad in Biz Liz's good time house is gonna fight among themselves to please him. Especially after the two broads leaving his room tell the others of his tipping them for doing their jobs well. Oh, good Lord, yes...!Now it's time to go to sleep now, and get ready for tomorrow. More good times in shape of drinks, broads and partying to be had soon..Or so he thinks.After taking a long, leisurely bath and a change of clothing Macina changes from his $200 pin stripped business suit to a $60 silk pajamas. Happy, the Capone hoodlum quickly plops himself onto the large brass bed, buried himself under layers of soft, thick cotton-and-velvet blankets and goes to sleep.In the dream, Macina found himself once again in Chicago, drinking and partying with several pretty scantily clad flapper females at one of Capone's speakeasies. He was having the time of his life, one girl, a petite beautiful blonde, sitting on his lap giggling. The giggling became louder as Macina prodded his rough fingers to widen the flapper's smooth, flawless creamy milk-white slender thighs apart, giving total access. While the hoodlum busied himself fondling, caressing and shoving his fingers in-and-out the blonde flapper's panties-free crotch the girl moaned and groaned her pleasure. He felt the midsection of his pants immediately get soaked with the flapper's silky rain the moment he began playing and plunking her clitoral bump, making her cry out joyfully. Turning her sleek body around the flapper instinctively wrapped slender arms around Macina while tightly entangling and wrapping appreciative legs around his waist, moaning, "screw me oh, sweet daddy, screw me".Feeling magnanimous now that he was getting some skin and fluff--and soon, in a few moments, will bury himself deeply in juicy wet pink--Macina grins, "git on that table right now, honey, and open your legs for daddy, so he can give you whatcha want!" His grins became all the more wider, broader, as the girl in front of a full crowd of speakeasy revellers watches in shock, knocks everything off the table and with no remorse whatsoever lie spread-eagle, waiting.Shouting, "ready or not, here I come!" Macina hurriedly unzips his pants, exposing his now stiffened male member which was now shivering, cum dripping off his tip. He was just about to leap on top of the moaning, sighing girl and hump, pump to kingdom com......only to find himself stunned, shocked wearing nothing but a Tarzan-like loincloth, otherwise he was almost totally nude, and standing in a foul-smelling boiler room, red-colored stream and smoke emitting almost everywhere. "Damn," he thinks, while holding his nose, "this place smells like piss-and-shit. Literally smells like piss-and-shit, mostly shit, freshly-produced human shit." His face wrinkle in disgust, his stomach turning and churning, making him nearly barf, Macina thinks, "goddammit, how the hell I got here??! The last thing he remembered he was laying in bed, about to go to sleep in a cathouse (that's what whorehouses were called in the 1920s and 1930s). Now I'm inna stinky-ass boiler room. What the fu--?" It was bad enough being stuck at some boiler room shithole, emphasis on shit.He really went into panic mode the moment he saw his reflection in an old, smelly, piss-stained mirror. The moment he saw himself in the mirror, Macina nearly pissed on himself.He looked as though time went backwards, years backwards.He looked like he was sixteen, seventeen years old. Skinny as hell, at least 150 pounds soaking-wet, with piles of jet-black hair. It would be several years of working out in the gym and eating tons of good old-fashioned Italian food, before gaining enough weight--at least up to 195 respectful pounds--to look like a movie star.
Again. And he didn't like this shit--at all.
WHAT IN THE ABSOLUTE, TOTAL fuck IS GOING ON HERE??!
Macina yells, "I'm 34 years old! What the HELL is happening here??!"
A voice answered, deep, harsh, and unmistakably malevolent in nature, "Welcome to my world, bitch. Time to play with Freddy." The mystery voice adds, "I made you young again, so you can play with me. I heard you like to play rough, and I'm game."Growling, Macina snarls, "who the hell are you?! Why are you hiding? I'm not 'fraid of nobody, asshole!! Come over here and be a man, so I can lick your ass, motherfucker!"The laughter emitting from the red steam, and the shadows beyond the constantly blasting steam and smoke instinctively made all the hairs on the back of Macina's neck stand up and stiffen. Made his blood from head-to-feet turn glacial ice-cold."You're in no position to make threats, you pussy-loving, whore-screwing bitch", The Voice nastily chuckled, "you're not in Chicago anymore, asshole. And for the record, I'm NOT no victim, like that little Colored kid you and your buddies gang-screwed and killed." The Voice laughs, the rough sound grating on Macina's nerves, burning his ears."How you know about that?" Fear and rage took over Macina's evil soul in equal parts. NO ONE knew what he and his friends did to that uppity young little Colored gal. No one. But that bastard knew. Oh, shit.The Voice (or what Macina mentally called it) evilly laughs, "oh, I know everything. Everything. I see, hear and know all." The laughter became more chilling. More frightening. "Like I'd said, bitch, you're in my world, my domain. MY territory."Fear made Macina reckless. He boomed, "you're dead, asshole!!! Come out and show yourself!!! I'm gonna snuff your ass!!!""Fuck, sonny. You're sure of yourself, aren't you?"It took all of Macina's willpower not to run whichever way, screaming like some damsel-in-distress broad from one of those Hollywood movies. "I'm one of Al Capone's men", Macina shouted, fear, anger and hatred burning in his eyes, "anything happens to me, Al will track you down and snuff your ass!"Moments later The Voice shows himself.Macina soon wishes he hasn't said anything at all.A slightly slender, tall man steps out from The crimson-colored shadows. Wearing a green-and-red colored long-awaited stripped sweater and a pair of black pants and a fedora hat, the man was a sight to behold. His face, neck and otherwise exposed skin on his body was horrifically burned, some parts burnt beyond description. Stomach-churning description. His teeth was brown-and-black, jagged-sharp.But it was the glove on the left handed side of his body that finally Macina piss AND SHIT his Tarzan clothed loins, the liquidfied stuff trailing down his thighs and legs. Each 'finger' consisted of long, thick, razor-sharp knives, the tips sharp enough to slice-and-tear through flesh down to the bone. And perhaps the bone and beyond, courtesy of the powers given him after death by the demonic/satanic powers-to-be, to avenge his death somewhere in 1963, at the hands of enraged parents of kids the once human being had sexually abused, a few of them murdered.He was burned to death. Savagely and hideously burnt to death, and his body--what's left of it--buried somewhere, never to be found and eventually forgotten, never to be spoken of.Good luck with that. Krueger soul his evil, burnt, foul soul to whatever devil or dark hellish entities, in exchange be given unspeakable powers to later get revenge on those who killed him.Now as a Dream Demon, the creature once known as Freddy Krueger possesses the power to enter his victims' dreams, tormenting, torturing before slaying them at his evil leisure. Worse, for his poor victims, once they died inside their nightmarish dream the victims would soon die in real life. To avenge his grisly death Krueger, many years after his death, stalked and killed the teen offspring of his murderers, who set him on fire in 1963. The killings proved terrifying, and horrific in scope, with some deaths proving more terrible than others. And almost all of the deaths monstrously gory and downright ugly.But why Macina? He wasn't a typical Krueger victim, a teenage person but a full-grown man.Why was the Dream Demon going after Macina in the first place; that doesn't sound like the scarred demonic killer's M.O. at all. He preferred them young, sweet and tender, their untested viable minds easier to mold, meld and terrorize to optimise their fears to the maximum--hopefully beyond.And what entity sent Macina to Krueger's nightmare kingdom, and used whatever evil supernatural configuration to revert Macina back into a teenager again, to be tormented and verbally harassed by the Dream Demon at his leisure? What the hell??!Now, entrapped in some hellish, foul-smelling steam room, a newly teenaged Macina wore nothing but a plainclothes barely covering his unmentionables, his otherwise naked flat ass--literally flat, ladies and gentlemen! Lol--fully displayed. Sweat formed and streamed freely down Macina's face and nude body, shivering fearfully as the fedora-wearing red-and-green colored sweater wearing, horrifically-scarred man approached the rapist-murderer thug. With a slow, unmistakably predatory gait, his cruel, merciless eyes gleaming in anticipation of the 'fun' he'd soon have with his new victim Krueger sauntered, sneering, "I'm here, bitch. Like what you see?""I ain't no bitch", Macina gritted, "you're the bitch!""We'll see who's the bitch, you little male twat," Krueger promised, "we'll soon see..."Macina started screeching like the little bitch he was the moment the scarred serial child molester-killer flexing and unflexing his razor-sharp knives-fingered glove. "I'm gonna make you my little personal bitch, so bend over, mother fucker!!!"The Capone hoodlum pissed on himself.To be continued...
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Macina was getting a taste of his own medicine. In more ways than one, for what he and his friends did to poor Annie. That poor girl was beaten, tortured, gang-raped and sodomized for untold horrifically long hours before one of her abusers accidentally killed her. Panicking, the Capone hoodlums drove and dumped Annie's dead, ruined body away like discarded trash.Now, it was that bastard Macina's time to get what was rightfully coming to him. And worse...
WHAT'S GOING ON NOW...
Freddy Krueger, the nightmarish, scarred body-and-faced dream demon, was having a field day with his new victim. It wasn't everyday that Krueger got an once-full grown adult victim who was turned into a young teenager, nice and skinny and his soul was soaken-infested with delicious fear. Sweet, tight, hot and oh, yes, wet and ready for Freddy.And what wonderful fun Freddy had. He cheerfully dismembered, burnt, tortured, disenboweled, hacked, chopped, sliced, ripped and torn Macina into meaty, boneless and gory nothingness for untold externalities. Over and over and over before healing him. Only to start the monstrous process all over again. Not one inch was left behind to be used and abused...And if that wasn't demonic and inhuman punishment enough (or perverted, obscene pleasant enough) for Krueger the supernatural burnt horror created and employed other unnatural forms of sexually deviant pleasure. The Capone hoodlum screamed and begged for mercy as the nightmare demon-king happily abused and invaded--in more ways than one--both Macina's mouth and asshole, using both his clawed fingers and phallic member, slashing Macina into a bloodied mess. Using his scarred, leathery horror phallus to plunge, hack, thrust and shove himself inside Macina to the hilt Kruger was one VERY happy camper. "Yes, scream Uncle Freddy's name out, bitch", Krueger crooned, "scream for me!"Macina nearly choked, for the umpteenth-and-one time, as Krueger deep-throated him, climaxing. Macina nearly gagged and choked for air, as hot, volcano-like reddish, mixed with black, vomit-green and purplish-colored, thick gravy like semen blasted into his mouth, down his throat. "Guurssshhhhhhsgggggg", the hoodlum desperately tried removing Kruger's long, thick monster-size scarred manhood from his expanding, raw, swollen throat and mouth. That action resulted with a very angry Freddy to use both regular and razor claw finger-tipped gloved hands to viciously shove and bury his huge member back into Macina's now dangerously swollen mouth. "Shut the fuck up, bitch, and please Uncle Freddy," Kruger growled warningly, "If you know what's good for you. I'm not done yet!" Macina gagged and nearly choked out the dream demon-king's scalding-hot saucelike liquid, so that he could force needed oxygen back into his lungs, the act resulted in immediate retaliation as Kruger thrust and hump himself even more deeper, hissing, "Dont spit it out, bitch!!!" Freddy poured enough gisim into Macina's mouth to fill up a truck oil container, growling, "swallow, slit, swallow," continuing pouring the disgusting vile-smelling liquid into the man's mouth until it began leaking out his nose, ears and eyes.Expanding his already frightening horrid phallic member, increasing its size and length Krueger laughs, as a new idea came to him. Which boded ill for Macina. Krueger promised, while getting his evil pleasure, "when I'm done with your twatish, sweet, tight ass, you're gonna want no one else, BUT Uncle Frddy, after this. You're officially My Bitch now."Macina gurgled his horror. He tried using whatever inner wall muscles inside rectum to get Krueger out only resulted with Krueger getting more and more sexually aroused, all the more. And that action resulted in Krueger thrusting more of himself deeper down Macina's mouth, deeper down his throat and finally reaching the bottom of his stomach, making Macina wish that he were dead, truly, absolutely, finally forever dead. Oh, God, have mercy on this sinner, be good and merciful to me.and please, Please, PLEASE kill me, he mentally prayed to himself...
After a hundred, billion eternities--it SEEMED that way--Krueger eventually got bored screwing Macina's mouth and throat.
Now, he wanted to get a good, righteous--as if Kruger believed in THAT--piece of Macina's asshole.
With a brutal, ruthless swiftness, causing Macina to groan out in agony, Krueger pulls and withdraws himself out of Macina's stomach, throat and mouth, his hot dark semen leaving a gross, stomach-churning gravy trail across Macina's face, neck and chest. I can breathe again, thank God, I can breathe!!! he thought, no longer caring that the air in Krueger's hellish abode smelled worse than a thousand foul-smelling toilets in a nasty, dirty bathroom or the stench of cheap hookers' perfume and cigars smoked at one of those Cicero whorehouses. He didn't CARE. He suddenly felt happy, giddy, as welcoming air flowed into his agonized lungs...Then Krueger switches Macina onto both hands and knees, and proceeds to shove and thrust his super-mega phallus deep into Macina's asshole, plunging savagely into his rectum.Crowing, Krueger shouts, "this is the sweetest p***y I've even shove myself into, yes, Yes, Yyyeeeeeessssssss!!!!!" He rode the unholy Hell outta Macina, hard, deep, and with a brutal cruelty than had Macina sobbing,begging and pleading for mercy...Soon afterward Krueger climaxes once more, grunting his pleasure as his demonic seed blasted out of him into Macina's rectum, and forcing itself out of his mouth, eyes, nose and ears.This is truly Hell...
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Freddy continues torturing and savagely, sexually abusing Macina, who was now fervently wishing, over and over, that he was dead. Like in final, unthinking, eternally dead, so that he would no longer suffer, experiencing multi levels of mental, emotional and physical hell right now. Freddy was having the time of his afterlife, doing awful disgusting, obscene stuff to Macina's asshole and rectum beyond hideous. Every time Macina screamed, begging and pleading for mercy, Kruger cheerfully uses his lethal razor-sharp, clawlike gloved fingers to slash his victim's backside for his trouble. All that screaming was interfering with Freddy's groove-on. "Next time you open your little bitch mouth", the Dream Demon warned, "I'm gonna use my glove and slice both your little pecker and tiny balls off, cook dnd make you eat them in front of my eyes!"
Macina gulps.
The ground below and around Macina's bleeding wreck of a body was soaked wet, he lying under a widening pool of his blood, urine and fecal matter. There were thick, bloody slash marks all over his nude body, from head-to-feet, and his once-handsome facial features was swollen black, dark blue and royal purple, his right eye horribly swollen while his lips looked like replicas of thick, blubberly, industrial-sized rubber bands. A truly gross sight.So. Much. Blood. And piss. And shit. Krueger's male member was literally covered with Macina's blood and shit, from his relentless shoving and thrusting himself into Macina's mouth and asshole. Tearing into the poor, miserable bastards, over and over and over, pouring, blasting and cllimaxing his heavy lavalike semen deep inside Macina's rectum, the gravy like liquid more than searing, hot enough to inflict terrible, oozing, bleeding second-and-third degree scorch burns both in and out of Macina's mouth, ass and rectum. As the oozing, vile-smelling creamy liquids, continued blasting in his asshole, Macina shuddered, tears of the purest humiliation flowing down both sides of his now-severely ruined, bruised, bloodied face. Self-preservation kicking in, the Capone hoodlum forces himself to be quiet and endure the heavy-duty shit.He shuts up. The last torture he needed was getting his once prized member--as well as his balls--to get sliced off his body and forced down his throat. He nods."That's a little bitch-boy", Krueger tells him, "keep your mouth shut while Uncle Freddy keeps plugging his pipe in-and-out that sweet, wet, hot tight little p***y (his asshole) of yours." The man's--I mean, now boy's--rectum should be wet by now--by Krueger's demonic standards. It's wet, alright. The thing was throughly drenched with the combination of Macina's blood, and Freddy's thick side-by-side which served as an unnatural lubricant for Freddy to continuously shove and hump himself in-and-out the overused, abused orifice. And when that torment wasn't enough for Freddy, the expression, "putting my foot up the ass", soon quickly took on an entirely different meaning. Macina sobbed in indescribable agony as Krueger happily began doing just EXACTLY that--by shoving his dirty, smelly barefoot gnarly-looking left foot up up the Capone hoodlum's asshole--and then some, using his appendage as a substitute phallic object. As a matter-of-fact, Freddy indeed morphed his foot into a mammoth, thick phallus, tiny porcupine-shaped needle immediately appearing on the 'foreskin' tip, and he wasted zero time shoving the huge thing that was once his foot up the poor bastard's ass.All the way up--until the thing reaches his knee. Moving and thrusting his foot and leg rhythmically in and out, Freddy moans and groans his evil pleasure, as he paces his horrendous assault upon Macina's asshole, the movements causing Freddy to get an intense, mind-blowing erection. While continuing his pace, the dream demon-king started masturbating, caressing his burnt up manhood and equally ruined testicles--what's left of 'em.However Freddy found himself stiffen as an familiar feminine voice invades his hearing. "Hey, Krueger, are you finished yet??! 'Cause if you are, I gotta take him now. He's mine."He thinks, fuming-pissed, "Ahhh, shitty dammitt, not now. Not now. It's her. Of all the Goddammed times to come, now that Parasite broad have to come now and ruin my fun, just when I was about to really get my groove-on..."
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FRIDAY's POV:
Ahhh, shit. Just when I was about to have some real fun with my new little boy-toy male bitch, she comes and ruins it for me. The Bitch.Just hearing that voice alone of hers grates on my goddammed nerves. Of all the..."Hey, Krueger, time's up. You had your fun with him, and I'm gonna take him now", The Voice boomed my way into my ear, giving me a nasty headache, making me gnash my perfect brownish-black colored together which resulted with some small little pieces cracking, falling outta my mouth. "I've already informed your Dream Demon masters--in advance--I was coming here to retrieve what's rightfully mine. Macina, the one you're calling your Boy-Toy. And I'm quite sure you or your Demon Masters don't want to earn the Cenobite Ruler, Lord Leviathan's eternal enmity, and especially my Lord, The Realm Master's ire, ror interfering in Realmnite business, do you!"Little bitch. Rude, selfish little bitch. Major pain in my ass. If she weren't an emissary of both Hell AND the Realm Territories I would gladly, very, very gladly use my claws on her and make her scream my name in pain. But, shit, unfortunately--for me--she's one of those Realmnite/Hellite bitches with some sort of Cenobite royalty blood in her. With my increasingly bad luck, she'd probably enjoy the pain I'd give her. Those Cenobite demon-freaks were well-known, even to the residents in Hell, raised and created just for the purpose of eternally enduring and enjoying every form of excruciating, unthinkable agonizing pain. The more pain and degradation they feel the better their enjoyment becomes. Shit. And to be honest, I truly, really don't want to go anymore rounds with that stuck up Cenobite princess, Angelique. She nearly killed me. Several times. The last time I was a prisoner in that Succubus sex bitch princess' bed that bitch did things to me. Nasty shit. Nasty, painful shit, such as chewing on my manhood like it was a candy bar, with her teeth, peeling the skin off the top.Man, did that ever hurt. Really, really HURT. And when she sucked me, that tongue of her scrapped whatever skin I had left of my pecker off; the bitch-Princess' tongue was covered with tiny needles and the pain that caused me made me nearly piss in her mouth.And if THAT wasn't bad enough, she did other nasty stuff to me, stuff that split me down the middle, turned my body inside out, literally, made me a freaking, fucking bloody mess. A walking mass of bloody meat. I was forced to do things, things that was perverted, disgusting deviant and more than gross enough to repulse me, me, the Greatest Revenge Dream Demon of all Time, just to sexually please and pleasure HER with those triple-Goddammed spike-thorny ass chains. Literally ripped and tore my soul apart, over and over and over; to her THAT was only mild foreplay. And when the spoiled ass Princess Bitch was done with me, what was left of me, she had the nerve to COMPLAIN to both her Hell Daddy Dearest and that needle-headed asshole Priest that I didn't satisfy her in bed. THAT resulted with my Demon masters punishing me by sending me to that broad, the bald-headed one with the gaping hole in her throat, for my trouble. You know, the one who was once a Nun, now known--behind her back, of course, nobody had the nerve to say it to her face--as Deep Throat. Now, THAT baldheaded broad gave ME the heebie-jeebie-jeeves creeps. And folks say females, women are 'the weaker sex'. Sounds like fucking total Bullshit.
Hahaha, Ha!! Yeah, right. Tell me something different that makes more sense for me to believe...
That bald-headed , deep-throated hoe-broad did so heavy-duty SHIT to me, stuff that made whatever atrocities Angelique bestowed earlier to me look like sweet, gentle, passionate lovemaking in comparison. She scared the bejesus outta ME..And she only used a small, but hooked, jagged razor-sharp flesh carving knife. And boy, did she Ever did a Number on Me...Moments later I was forced out of my memories to the present, as that Parasite Child broad's voice once again, irritated the unliving fuck outta me."I allowed you to have your fun, Krueger, now I gotta take him," the Parasite broad replies, "him and three other jerks who I also gotta retrieve. As part of my mission."I sneered, "What mission? This male bitch is mine. He was given to me, bitch!"The Parasite Child smiles sweetly at me calling her a 'bitch'. Well, she IS one, for interfering and spoiling my fun, in my book. "It's MISS Bitch to you, Freddy honey. Where I come from, being called a Bitch is considered a compliment, so thank you, sweetie. And someday when I become Queen I'll become Parasite QUEEN BITCH, you mutant, freakish, shitty, piss-smelling, asshole twat-eating looking bitch-boy!"
"Gee, bitch," I exclaimed, grinning, I thought, what a mouth this Parasite broad has, "where you got your filthy mouth from? I never heard a dame cuss like you before. And you trying to be a lady. HAH!! What a laugh!"
She, to my shock, smiles back at my insults. "I'm NOT a lady, but all-woman, you piss-pot, jerk-off king. You hang around an industrial-heavy duty powerful Hell-Lord, Agares, Lord and Master of the Eastern Part of Hell, and you'd learn all kinds of cuss words and stuff, Shit-Mouth Boy.""Who's the Hell is he?" Never heard of him. "Lord Agares Who??!"She looks at me like I've suddenly grown a dozen or so heads, her pretty, full, sexy mouth gaping wide open, hissing her disgust. "'Lord Agares Who??!' Gee, sweet peas and pits in Hell, you're such an absolute, total class-A asshole piece of dumb, fucking retarded shit. Hell-Lord Agares is major league, Elite-Commander of over 31 warrior-legions demons, a total badass dude that would easily wipe the floor with your stupid ass. And by the way," she adds, "you'll learn some interesting cuss words and ethnic insults, too, when hanging around someone like him for a little over 2,300 Mortal years. And another thing: you better hope and pray he doesn't find out about your verbal diss of him. He'll make you wish for final death. Dumb ass. Egad, you really smell like the stench of a thousand putrid cum-fucks, don't you."Damn, this bitch really has a mouth on her. Like untreated sewage mixed with days-old road kill.But, I LIKE her. My kind of woman.And just when I was about to take my boy-toy away, the Parasite Broad says, "because I'm in such a good mood, I'm going to give you some advice. Not that you'd take it, Krueger, you're an Old School, male chauvinist asshole who believes in the helpless female always depending on a man for everything--which I'm not. But I'll try, anyway."Do not, and I repeat, do NOT ever, Ever, EVER in any way, shape or form, verbally or otherwise disrespect the Old Ones, the Ones who been around billions of eons and millenniums well before either the Hell or Heaven Territories came into existence. Don't do it. Hell-Lord Agares, Hell-Lord Azazel and especially Hell-Lord Pazuzu you really DON'T want to even THINK of crossing. You really, really don't. I worked with all three of them, as an assistant, and I can honestly tell you they don't take shit for anyone, not Heaven and Hell people and ruoers. No one. You'll get crushed. Like a bug. If you don't believe me, ask around. Ask the other people in the Hell Territories about them. You'll be amazed."Like I'd said. Never heard of them. Really I haven't. I've only been here since '63, when I got my ass toasted. Been staying in my boiler home, getting busy killing the kids of the parent bitches and bastards who killed me, by going into their dreams doing what I do best--killing.Now, I got me a pretty, sweet ass boy-toy, to do whatever I want, playing and plugging his two holes (mouth and asshole) to my heart's content. I'm not doing shit. But what I want. Come what may..."I'm taking him, Krueger. He's Mine, to take to Realmnite justice. My requester demands retribution from this Mortal, she wants justice and revenge. I'll take this one, the other three me and my Revenge Partner will find and extract dark retribution as my requester justly wants."No. This one is Mine."No, he isn't, Krueger. I'm taking him."Ahh, shit the broad can read minds.She continues, "Do not interfere in Realmnite or Hellite justice. That would be a no-no even for you. And your Demon Lords will not suffer retribution by either my Lord, the Realm Master, OR the Devil-Satan Hell-King, for protecting your asinine dumb ass, just because you want to have some one's mouth and/or ass crack to plug. Get out, and stay out of my way. Or you will suffer, first hand, the full power of a Parasite".Like I'm afraid. Yeah, right. Freddy Krueger, Demon Nightmare King ain't afraid of NOTHING."Do your worst, babe. What can a Parasite broad possibly do to me??!
I soon found out. And it wasn't pretty.
The next thing I knew my body soon got dry up. Like the Mummy from all those old 1940's old-timey Universal Movie Studios horror films, starring Lon Chaney. I was slowly drying up, pieces and flakes of my body falling apart into ash.And it hurt. Really hurt. Like unholy hell, it did. I couldn't take even scream or shout, so bad was the tucking agonizing pain. Like burning needles, tiny knives relentless was mercilessly burning into me, sucking up my lungs. My kidneys and liver. Even my pecker and balls hurt, as if teenie, tiny needles the size of sand stabbing them, rubbing into them, tearing away whatever flesh I had left on my body. The only sound I DID manage to come from my mouth was a few pathetic frog like croaks and groans, and it was all forced out 'cause I couldn't motherfucking breathe. I was suffocating. My eyes felt like they was two twins of excruciating hurt. Hurt. It was a miserable, humiliating workout, just to be able to breathe. Horrors. I saw myself slowly wasting, drying up, bits and pieces of me falling off red dry chunks, falling like feathers into the floor, crumbling into nothingness...The Parasite broad was one of those vampiric assholes. But not of the blood-drinking kind. That I could deal with. That wouldn't have bothered me in the least. But what I was experiencing was fucking far, far WORSE.She was one of those Soul Drinkers or Eaters. Those creatures who drink, sometimes eat souls of whatever prey they get their hands on.A Realmnite Soul Eating/Drinking Parasite. I've heard of whispers from other demons and other residents residing in Hell about those Realm Soul Drinkers-Eaters. Of there were very few of them left; their kind were slowly dying off like Endangered Species or something. Creatures so powerful, so ruthless that even the Gods themselves was won't to tangle with them. What were left of them went elsewhere, to unknown alternate universes or EarhWorld timelines untold billions and trillions of millennia into either the past or future, to be left alone, so in demand were their frightening services, Gods and Lords eagerly warred with each other, just to be able to have one of those creatures.How was one convinced to go work for Hell?And this one was young, and already she's wield just a tiny bit of power to royally kick my ass. Unbelievable.If I don't somehow convince her to stop, the Great Freddy Krueger was gonna soon be dust.Literally...Maybe I should let my new toy go. Not worth getting killed (again!) over.By the time Krueger entered blessed unconsciousness, his near-ruined eyesight managed to see the broad take his boy-toy away, his bleeding scrapped up body wrapped into some sort of multicolored spiderwebb cocoon, blood absorbing the cocoon, turning it deep red.His last thought before everything went black was, "I must find out more about this dame!"Continued...
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PLACE: The Parasite Child's office, 700th Floor
LOCATION: New Realm City, the Realm Territories
TIME: 12:39 a.m.
It was 12:39 a.m., in the morning at the Realm Territories, and the Parasite Child found herself major-pissed off filing a Defense Report instead of continuing her Search-and-Kill mission with the legendary demon, Pumpkinhead. Her office was a comfortably furnished, but inexpensive room consisting of a large workspace, including a modest sized kitchen, bathroom and bedroom complete with all the necessary furnishings. The place was her go-to area when away from home and on work assignments commissioned either by the Realm Master or once-in-awhile by the Hell-Queen, Queen Lillith herself. Also included was a small but neat and clean reception lobby and desk manned by efficient Hellite secretaries, who in their previous pre-Mortal lives were receptionists and/or administrative clerks. The women, were polite but no nonsense employees whose responsibilities included making advance business appointments between their Realmnite lady boss and prospective clients, as well as working discreetly as bodyguards ensuring their employer's well being and safety.
Right now, at this present moment, the secretaries were given the week off (with pay, of course), so the Parasite Child had to do some of the tedious paper work herself, which quickly proved to be a major pain in the ass. Triplicate paperwork in the millions. Which was why the young she-Parasite was force to request for assistance in converting the documents into flash-disks, and emailed into hi-security protected computerized accounts...
And she was NOT happy.
"Triple goddammed reports. I hate doing these reports. All because of some big-mouthed snitching dream demon--yours truly, asshole Freddy Krueger--snitching and bitching me out. Hope he pisses off the wrong person one day, and they'd castrate his sorry ass with a sharpened baby diaper pin. I should have killed that rotten crispy-critter smelling, scarred piece of shit," the Realmnite parasite woman snarled, "all of this could have easily been avoided, if Krueger had given me Macina as soon as I'd asked for him. Asshole.""You always stay in trouble, kid. Every time I turn around, I see you're always on HellWitness TV news, if not on HellTube (Hell's equivalent of YouTube). This is obviously becoming a habit with you. Your antics, over the centuries, earned you a steadily growing following of demons from both Hell and the Realm Territories on HellTube; they're enjoying the nasty, juicy insults and cuss-words that almost always burst forward from that mouth of yours every time you get angry."That was, Xorrath, one of two male Hell secretaries, recently assigned to the Parasite Child by the Ruler of the Hell Territories, was a 10 foot-tall powerfully muscular-built, ruby red-skinned 500 year-old, ram-horned male demon. He was to assist her in preparing, organizing and filing her report explaining in detail how and why she attacked and nearly killed the Nightmare Dream Demon, Freddy Krueger. And later transfer and covert the information into floppy discs copies to be sent to their respective rulers and masters.She sputtered, "How the total fuck was I to know he was gonna snitch me out?" The woman felt her young face heat up, turning several shades of bloodthirsty red, her exotic cat-like eyes narrowing to finely thinned slits. "Macina was mine. Mine."Xorrath only chuckles, "Lucky you. Don't feel too bad about it. At least you'd gotten to royally kick that crispy-critter arrogant bastard's ass, while getting a meal outta him, in the process. He should count his sorry ex-Mortal ass lucky--if it were up to me, I'd would have happily killed him".She frowns, "Chewing on his soul was like munching on an oversized rubber band. No real taste value whatsoever. Terrible."Intrigued, the red-skinned demon asks, "'no real taste value?'""None. Just a slight taste of vinegar--which I hate. Immensely.""Immensely?" He roared out laughing, showing massive, multiple rows of shark-like teeth, his yellowish green-brown colored eyes glitter in amused malice, "I never thought I'd exist this long to hear a soul tasting of all things--vinegar. That's a new one, for the books. Wait until I tell the other demons what you said 'bout Krueger's soul tasting like vinegar, they'd all lose their collective minds." The Realmnite parasitic sighs, "you're starting to sound like one of those gossip columnists from the 1920s and 1930s, Xorrath."His evil grin widened at the remark. "Walter Winchell, I hope"."More like Hedda Hopper.""I don't mind. Both of them were famous in their day. Thanks for the compliment."The woman mutters something vile and obscene under her breath, something about c**t word-twisters. Xorrath, possessing excellent hearing, hears the insults and laughs even harder. "Woman, do you ever have a mouth on you. Sharper than any sword I'd ever wielded. 'C**t word twister', indeed. You should have applied here as a Body Slipper--" which was a nice, kinder wording for Demonic Possession of mortal bodies. "The Elder Ones would have gotten a big kick out of having you as one of their pupils. Especially Elder God-Demon King Pazuzu."Pazuzu, Demon-King and Ruler of famine, locusts, winds and war, was well-known and famous in all of Hell. He was patron and major protector of pregnant women and women with babies during his heyday of ancient Babylon and Assyria.He was also formerly divorced from the vicious, nasty goddess, Lamashtu, their feud lasting many thousands of years. "Nope, not me", the Parasite Child sighs, "and have Lady Lani (nickname for Lamashtu) get pissed-mad at, and accuse me of taking sides? Uh-uh. Last time I had them *both* possessing my body, one trying to get away from the other. Wanted a vacation to get away from each other and asked me to be their temporary hostess. Worse mistake ever made. They reaked out when finding out they both were inside me. Not fun at all."Xorrath giggles. He remembers. Poor kid, it took weeks, weeks, for her to successfully kick them both out. She couldn't take the bickering. And the moans, groans and bitch-fits. One or the other-- or even both--making unreasonable demands for her to take sides (which she widely refused), accusing one another of adultery (they did it to one another, the whole entirely of their equally miserable marriage). Not to mention the awful, constant fussing, screams and shouts of verbal vilification and insulting each on a hourly, then daily basis, proved to be too much. The kid vowed and promised herself never to go through that miserable experience ever, ever again. "You guys are supposed to be my role models. You're both older than I am,well-experienced in the Black Arts and powerful, yet you act like overage spoilt teenage brats. Should be ashamed of yourselves.""But...""No buts. You making the other Demonis--" Realmnites call their people Demoni, instead of the common Hellite usage of Demon, "--residing inside stressful. Which is unfortunate and downright unfair to them."AND NOW...After nearly getting his afterlife body sucked and drained into near toll-free blood-red mummified dust, Kruger somehow survived the attack and quickly reported the parasitic assault to his Nightmare Demon Lord-Masters. He felt he had to. The Nightmare Demon couldn't allow that twist of a little bitch-girl get away with what she nearly did to him. Him. If word gets around Krueger was nearly done in by a mere girl, he'd be the utter laughing stock in all of Hell. He'd never hear the end of it. Ever. He'd made too many enemies in the Hell Territories over the many years and decades, bragging and swaggering his killing and torturing prowess of many a teenager, better yet, any asshole who were stupid enough to dare stand in his way. Only one of the other demons who made more impressive kills was that oversized giant freak, Jason Voorhees, whose bitch mother always rooted for and praised her serial killer son. But this Parasite Child broad was different. She was a freak, in her own right. What kind of broad would carry hundreds of millions of demons inside her body, as if she was a demonic version of the Greek story of the Trojan horses? He heard rumors about that broad from other demons who tolerated his presence--after all, he IS the Great Freddy Krueger, Satan praise his name--she was created, born, destined to become a Parasite carrier of demonic armies, marines, navy and air force of all kinds of supernatural entities and creatures, to become their future Queen.What an abomination. Obscene. Trojan horse, indeed.More like a living, breathing country--if not a damned continent of Demoni races, ethnic and multi-alternate universes of species and peoples.Not that was more like it. Well, anyway, isn't this some really crazy, Twilight Zone shit...Coming back to this guy...When hearing Kruger complain, bitch and moan about the Parasite Child's attack, the Demon Nightmare Lords, in return, reported the assault to their superior, Satan-Lucifer. The powerful Devil-Lord ruler of the Hell Territories. He wasted zero time informing through couriers and winged messengers, to the Parasite Child's master the notorious Lord, Ruler and undisputed God-King of the mysterious, ancient Realm Territories kingdoms. The Realm Master himself.The Parasitic she-creature, if it were any other demon who had attacked Kruger, would have been immediately targeted for retribution by some of the demon folks who resides in the Hell Territories who treated Krueger as a necessary evil force.However, since residing in Hell in his boiler room like residence, the burnt, scarred demon happily busied himself terrorizing, torturing, and later killing the teenaged descendants of the people who killed in 1963 for the brutalization and later killing their children. Unfortunately, for him, Kruger have made many demonic enemies along the way. As the years, late decades, passed, his constantly bragging was getting on many a Hellite person's good last nerve. Of successfully torturing, neutralizing and killing teenage prey and any other mortals foolish enough to stand in his way. Which pissed-mad them off. All that bragging egged their nerves to no end. Blah, blah, blah. Ad nauseam...They hated his guts, with an foul, blasphemous passion. They were jealous of the many people he caught and killed, some of them had their souls claimed and sent to Hell for eternal torment to his masters. They were jealous of the praise constantly heaped his way by his masters, and now and then, to the Ruler of Hell himself. Of the creative ways he preyed upon, caught and killed his victims, especially young, innocent teenagers. He dismembered, disenboweled, burnt, sliced, hacked, chopped his victims in their dreams, their deaths quickly become reality.But it was his mouth always, without fail (as usual), got him into trouble. Rubbing the psychological, mental salt into open wounds, bragging and telling the other demons that he was better than them. Every chance he got. That he had a superior verbal vocabulary, and possessing a better intellect while theirs were still living in the middle ages, if not the Stone Age.Over and over and over.Fuming their jealous resentment, the other demons would often lose their already frightening temper, and in the end, his Nightmare Demon-Lords always had to scoop into the fray and save his triple super-arrogant ass. From himself. Kruger was--fortunate for him--a constant source of entertainment to the higher-ups and members of Hell's nobles, Lords, Ladies and Royal families. Luckily for him. Jerk.Once in a while--for time means nothing to those residing at the Hell Territories--Krueger was sometimes commanded to sexually service the spoilt, beautiful but lethal Royal Cenobite princess, the notorious Angelique, daughter of Leviathan, Ruler, Lord and Master of Hell's Cenobite kingdom. In any way she chose, demanded and commanded. A powerful and ruthless treacherous demon in her own right, Angelique always uses her supernatural physical strength (as well as her fearsome, wickedly-hooked, razor-sharp, ebony-colored finger-claws) to overpower Krueger and force herself sexually on him. He had no other choice but keep Angelique happy, or else. She was her father's pride and joy. And whatever Angelique wants, Angelique gets.Anyone except for the Hell-Priest, Xipe Topec, the coldly-intelligent pin-faced Overseer and Enforcer of the Order of the Gash. They were part of an high-elite kingdom of Cenobites who speciality was that of distributing ultimate pleasure and agonizing mind-shattering pain to souls unfortunate of being sent to the kingdom. Angelique has time after time, after time, tried to get him interested in her, but he would, always in the end, icily refuse her sexual advances. After all, in his opinion, the Princess represents chaos, and self-gratification (at all costs), while the Hell-Priest believe in and support law and order, and he runs the Order of the Gash smoothly with a no-nonsense, military precision. He was accountable to no one but Leviathan himself. To make up the difference Angelique was given Krueger, to play with.The other demons loathed Krueger for becoming the Cenobite princess' sex toy. Many a male--and some female-- demons fantasized, desired and wanted Angelique as either their lover or eternal life-mate. They became bitterly angry when receiving her contemptuous refusal instead of approval in the end. The fact that Angelique wanted and chosen Krueger had them all seething, which soon resulted in them hating and despising the scarred killer even more...So imagine the malicious joy and happiness the demon entities felt when finding out he was nearly snuffed out by the young, teenaged Realmnite she-Parasite creature. All because he interfered in a retrieve mission--which was a BIG no-no, in their book. Searching-and-Retrival of souls was one of the most important and special missions ever in Hell. It was the female creature's responsibility to retrieve souls for Hell. Sometimes alive and intact, sometimes they were marked for death, depending on the curse performed. Krueger interfered, and the girl did what she had to, which was to make a lesson learned kind of thing on Krueger. Serves the asshole right. He deserves it. And more. The report, when completed, had to be double-copied and directly sent to the Rulers of Hell and the Realm Territories. One copy was to be sent to the Parasite Child's superior, a multi-winged, blood-and-shadow black skinned, antler-and-ram horned Realm Master, who was the undisputed Lord, Master and Ruler of the Realm Territories, Harpyian Worlds and Witch Nations. The other copy of the report would be sent to the raven-haired, indescribably beautiful (but ruthless and mercilessly intelligent and deadly) Lillith, Queen of all Sorceresses (and co-ruler of all of Hell), Succubus and Mother of all Demons."I went through and followed all the shitty procedures and protocols in getting approval to enter Dream Demons territory, and gotten their approval, written, computerized and oral", the she-Parasite growled, "and still, in the end, I get royally thrown under the proverbial bus. I hate Realmnite/Hellite politics. Red tape, black tape, green tape." Xorrath chuckles, rows of his flawlessly perfect, ivory-white sharklike teeth and fangs gleaning proudly from his otherwise human looking features and mouth, "that's the breaks you sometimes get, lady. You win some, you lose some," he smirks, "more like your cute ass gotten thrown under the fucking army tank." She snorted derisively, her small dainty-looking mouth muttering vile, filthy curses under her breath while proof reading the report, "gee, thanks for the comfort, Xorrath. You're full of compassion these days. Not." The older, streetwise demon only grins and smirks all the more at the young Realmnite woman-cat's angry outbursts. Shrugging his massive spike-covered shoulders Xorrath walks away towards the kitchen and approaches opens a huge, seven foot tall six-door refrigerator. Opening one of the large, massive doors he then takes out an orange bowl containing human mortal eyeballs of various coloring. "Want an eyeball, kid? I don't know 'bout you, but I'm starving, and they look absolute scrumptious". He then scoops two-to-three human eyeballs and pops all three of them into his mouth, making happy contented noises as he chews and crunches. "Delicious", he hummed, using his long spikelike snake tongue to lick his mouth and nose, "absolutely delicious. Sure you don't want any?"He laughs as the woman furiously screeched, "asshole! You know I'm a Parasite, and only eat and drink souls to live. How can you say that? I've haven't had solid foods in over 6,800 years. Bitch." Her cursing instead of angering the older demon, only made him laugh out even louder, replying, "but I'm your bitch. Gads, unholy black, green, red, and yellow colored bull-horse shit, you're one funny woman." "Hahahahah," she retorted, "you're a real wise ass. Let's get this damned show on the road, and get this report done already. Pumpkinhead and I got three other jerk-offs to find and dispense Hellite justice to for the Mortal client, Ednah. It was her daughter, Annie, who was sexually assaulted and murdered, you know.""Gee, don't you think I know that," the older demon replied, miffed, "I read the dossier you know." He then scoops up three more eyeballs out of the bowl, and tosses the Mortal delicacies into his wide shark-like mouth making gross chewing sounds. "I'll finish the report for you, lady, and have everything ready for you by late tomorrow morning.""Thanks, dude. I appreciate it. I'm supposed to meet up with the Pumpkinhead dude sometime this week to make plans how to find and kill the other three Capone scumbuckets. And make them pay for what they did to that girl...""Can I have their penises, lady?" Xorrath asked, "my little girl, Korra, has a nasty head cold, and I promised to bring the organs home to make a broth"."Yeah, I'd do that. No problem".The demon grins happily...