Here is my latest....how similar things all are in the end...it is truly ironic.....all we do is pick our own master!! I hope you enjoy!
Daemon-Hound
Panting from extreme exertion...further survival is far from certain. Devil's spawn now close behind her...she wonders how the hell he finds her.
Sanctuary far away, chances slim in that direction... Hell-hound baying in the distance, her weapons offer scant protection. Once again she finds her rhythm,striving for life's preservation... Slipping, sliding in her flight...frantic in her desperation.
She doesn't notice in her haste, the drop of blood she leaves behind... Precious nectar betrays her passage, a scent unique to human-kind. Such carelessness not tolerated, by the elders of her clan... Lapses are so often fatal, the result is often death...unplanned.
Stygian landscape offends her senses, still she strives for distance from... This unholy creature tracking her, she knows the worst is yet to come. Meantime in the misty distance, night-mare hound has found her spoor... Succulent blood-scent sets him snapping, his dripping jaws demanding more.
Pissing in insane excitement, tail tightly tucked around his balls... Baying his obscene enchantment, he listens to foul nature's call. He tastes the blood upon the ground, yearning for complete fulfillment... His frenzied brain relays the message, only blood will bring contentment.
Relentless in his fell pursuit, cruel death it takes to calm this brute. Only then can he return, with her stolen soul to burn.
As she approaches lower ground, approaches understanding's calm... It seems as if her cares have fled, as if her soul has been embalmed. Surely she could make her stand here, make her final dance resound... Show that she is not defeated, make this the place she kills the hound.
As if her very thoughts have brought him, conjured from her fevered dreams... Beast makes his awful presence known, with daemon sounds and nightmare screams. She stands alone; tall and defiant, slowly she unsheaths her blade... Mind racing as she sets herself, relieved now...her decisions made.
As if no distance seperates them, as if his sight were magnified... He sees the pulse within her throat, dark wishes he will satisfy. A coughing snarl escapes his lips, as he leaps to sate his hunger... Quick as thought he is upon her, he is fast but she is younger.
He feels a burning deep inside him, as his teeth lock on her throat... The blood that fills his mouth is tasteless, all sensation seems remote. Thoughts of his master's retribution, fill his mind as he is dying... Last sound he hears upon this plane, the sound of gentle maiden crying.
Pinned beneath the reeking carcass, her life-blood seeps into the earth... Gore-crows gather all about her, to feed on carnage she has birthed. Yet she is happy for she knows, it is her soul that she has saved... Mortal death a price worth paying, courageous souls are not enslaved.
At the moment of her death, even as she draws her final breath... The goddess whispers in her ear, daughter...I will keep you near.
Yeah all good over here, keeping busy with things man..always busy! I hope that good does present itself to you soon. Have a great week and take care!!
Well this one is really out there....even for me! I am sorry it is so damn long...it just refused to be pared down, and what was I to do? It made me wonder what was truly more evil....a daemon going about the business for which it is fated....or....mankind's evil nature! In any event, I hope you enjoy it and I look forward to yer comments good or bad ......decide fer yourself, with my dark blessings.
ABOMINATION
She saunters down the sidewalk... Seeking stares and hungry glances... From scalawags and vagabonds... Eyes promising forbidden chances.
Glitzy dress cut up to there... Panties tucked inside her purse... Wicked smile upon her face... Her thoughts deliciously perverse.
Satan's mistress, slowly walking... Ferel eyes notice everything... Searching for a willing convert... A lover who can make her sing.
A man with liquor in his veins... One whose soul remains un-stained... A soul somehow that's still un-claimed... That she might taste, what his soul contains.
Suddenly her footsteps falter... She feels a flush rise in her cheeks... Forgotten passion rages through her... She's found the very thing she seeks.
Just ahead a man is walking... His back is all that she can see... Never has a mortal man... Made her burn, with such ecstasy.
Erotic images fill her mind... Dew gathers on her nether lips... Only thoughts that she might lose him... Allow such dreams to be eclipsed.
She notices then, he must have turned... While thoughts of carnal acts still churned... Within her mind, will she ever learn... Her fulfillment, must first be earned.
How could he vanish so completely... Lose himself within this crowd... Such actions vex this sultry daemon... They simply cannot be allowed.
To her surprise she feels the heat... This mortal who's eluding her... As he approaches from behind... Did she allow this to occur?
She gasps to feel his arms around her... Strong arms propel her through a door... And there he has her from behind... Upon some merchant's unclean floor.
She feels his seed erupt inside... Feels somehow she's been denied... It's probabally only wounded pride... She sets such ugly thoughts aside.
After all her clear intention... Had been to find one such as he... To do precisely what they've done... Though, not among foul floor debris.
She feels him stirring deep within her... Is it his wish to come again? His first words, whispered in her ear... "I promise you exquisite pain."
"You see, the seed I have emplanted"... "Within your heartless womb this day"... "I paid to have my seed enchanted"... "It will eat your very flesh away!"
"Remember as you slowly die"... "As you curse, and as you cry"... "My anger will not be denied"... "Because of you, my brother died!"
