Well well well... Once more i sit here, bored out of my skull... bored enough to type to your lowly readers at least.. Today i bring you a story that i have taken much pleasure in creating. Today you will feast your eyes on... --
Ishmeal: Get to the ******** point...
Eeer... right. Okay... Today's tale features our good friend, Ishmeal the Corrupter. Ishy is a powerful, homicide, world burning demon who enjoys long, moonlit walks on the beach and is currently looking or a female who shares similar interests...
Ishmeal: ... *burning eyes flicker dangerously*
Oh shi- *trys to run*
Ishmeal: Moron... *turns the blood in my veins into unholy fire*
Oh god! It burns... The pain!! The goggles... They do nothing!! NOTHING!!
Ishmeal: Heh.... just read the ******** story...
Hallowed By Thy Name...
Chilling, dark laughter split the placid peace of the sleeping world. The deplorable call of the demon lord, Ishmeal the Corrupter breached the hearts of even the strongest and most pure men and women. The sadistic harbinger of demise seemed to luxuriate in the pain and anguish of the flailing man before him.
The massive demon dwarfed the man by more three feet. He held the mortal by the neck, holding him well above the ground at eye level with the demon. The man kicked in the air and tried to pull himself free but it was no use. He was helpless against such a cruel foe.
For a moment, Ishmeal simply watched the man as he struggled between life and death. He applied more pressure to the weak mortal frame, threatening to snap his neck. “Such boldness... Such tenacity you denizens of the mortal realms have. You stand, atop the apex of your own demise, yet you still seek salvation. Pathetic.”
The man grunted in pain, gasping for breath. “Thu father... Thu art in heaven... Hallowed be th-“ He cuts off as the demon tightens his grip once more, causing the man to choke as Ishmeal’s claws start to dig into his flesh, causing pulls of crimson to dribble down the mans body, staining the white robes he wore.
“Why do you pray human?” The demon asks, his harsh tone sending shivers down the mans spine. “Still you remain pertinent to your god?” A vile grin settled over his face as Ishmeal continued to tighten his grip. The man struggles desperately against his massive fist but is unable to phase his tormenter. “Even with in his own house, upon the very premises of his domain he falters.” The kreegan said, gesturing to the chapel around them. “Your merciful god allows a preacher of his glory, one of his chosen sons, to be consumed by the void.”
The holy man could not reply, he could not even breathe. Color drained from his face as he realized he really was about to die, and there was nothing anyone could do about it. Slain by a demon in the very house of the lord. The demon lifted his free hand, clearly he was in no hurry to end the pastures suffering.
Ishmeal rested a single, obsidian claw on the mans chest, just under his rib cage. “The truth, little mortal... is that there is no god...” He grins cruelly, his burning eyes flickering like twin suns. “There is only... the ever hungering abyss.” As he finished his words, he plunged his razor sharp claw deep into the mans chest.
The man cried out in pain as the claw cut into him, he could feel the corruption seeping into them, the darkness burned at his mind. Such horrible taint seemed unreal. The demon slowly pressed downward, his claw slicing through the mans chest and down to his waist. The demon laughed darkly as the mans insides spilled through the horrible gash in his chest. The priest slumped against Ishmeal, no longer having the strength to fight nor the will to live.
Ishmeal ended it then, his powerful hand clenching down, shattering the mans neck. The Corrupter stared into the mans eyes, watching life drain form him as the bones in his neck splintered under the shear force of the demons grasp. Blood oozed form his mouth as he drew one last, ragged breath.
Shaking his head, Ishmeal turned and tossed the broken, now lifeless cadaver onto the first pew in the row of benches. He starts to walk leave the church, his blood lust sated for the time being. Abruptly, he stops, a small, wicked smile grows on his face as he turns around and strides up to the now bloody alter. He runs his hand along its surface, smearing it with the priests blood. He traces a demonic rune in the mans blood, cackling softly.
As he completes his design, he puts his massive hands together, bowing his head and closing his burning eyes as he finishes the priests prayer. The Lords Prayer.
Thu father...
Thu art in heaven...
Hallowed be thy name...
Thy kingdom come...
Thy will be done...
On earth as it is in heaven...
Give us this day, our daily bread...
And forgive our trespasses...
Just as we forgive those who trespass against us...
And lead us not into temptation...
But deliver us... form evil...
The unholy demon lets out a harsh cackle as he turns form the desecrated alter. “The night is still young...” He says with a grin. “The hunt... is far from over...” The air around him seems to explode in black fire. An extremely violent, however soundless explosion. As the black flames subside, the demon is gone, leaving only the defaced alter and the broken corpse of the priest in his wake...
--Jer--
