A school bus full of young children crashes, small bodies lie strewn about the road in gore soaked clumps. A beautiful, angelic-looking girl’s severed head looks up from the shoulder of the road. She winks.
An old woman is sodomized by two men. They use the rolling pin she had just used to make the crust for her apple pie she had hoped would win first place at the county fair. Her tormentors laugh as her anus and vagina tear open creating one large bloody hole.
A black steel fence surrounding a church is lined with countless dead bodies. All the bodies are hung with their arms stretched out to their sides in a quasi Jesus Christ crucifixion pose. Barbed wire is wrapped around their heads and genitals. Men and women bow before the bodies smiling widely.
A dark, cloaked figure stands in a lake. Thousands of women stand in line stretching as far as the eye can see. One by one they walk into the water carrying their newborn babies. They hand their babies to the figure and he dips them in the water. When he pulls them up their eyes have turned black and their mouths are full of pointed, razor sharp teeth. The mothers cup their breasts and hold the babies up to feed. Blood erupts from where their nipples used to be as the babies begin chewing and feeding on the flesh of their mothers. The mothers moan in ecstasy.
All of these thoughts are whispered into Father Monahan’s ears as Beelzebub stands before him masturbating.
“Come to me”, the dark lord whispers. “It’s the only way.”
Father Monahan struggles to fight these thoughts back. How long had he been fighting? It already felt like an eternity. How much longer could he go on before he succumbed to the devil’s will?
“Still you fight me. Why? Is your God here for you now? Is your God protecting you? I think not. He doesn’t protect you because he is weak. Your God sits and looks down and watches you suffer. Why?”
Father Monahan stands with his hands behind his back. He is ready to break. He decides to give himself to the dark lord. He can’t stand to see the sick sights he has been subjected to over and over again. The death and destruction of humanity is just too much to take. He takes his hands from behind his back and makes the sign of the cross on his body, one last prayer before dying.
“Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done in earth, as it is in heaven.” The Father begins.
Satan stares in disbelief at this man. He thought for sure he had broken him. Most give in by the end of the first day. This human had thus far lasted three. Satan had done his best to hide the fact that he was growing impatient. Usually breaking someone was fun. He would be almost giddy with anticipation. He had been, until it became obvious it wouldn’t be as easy as usual. Then he had increasingly gotten pissed, but still he was convinced he’d win. Now he didn’t know.
“Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever. Amen. Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done in earth, as it is in heaven.”
“Stop it”, Satan begins to say in a voice just above a whisper. He lets go of his cock and begins rubbing his temples. The blood in his veins began to boil.
The Father doesn’t stop. He begins to say it even louder.
“Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done in earth, as it is in heaven.”
A guttural roar erupts from the devil as he picks up his large, grotesquely shaped organ. He gives it a dozen hard tugs and then he begins to ejaculate fire. The load hits Father Monahan directly in the face, melting away skin and tissue. His eyes are immediately turned into a pink, jelly-like substance, and they ooze out of his sockets down his now freakish looking face.
Father Monahan opens his mouth and the sound of a harp rolls sweetly out. His empty eye sockets fill with a blinding white light as the harp plays beautiful music. Before he has time to think the devil swings his sexual organ at the Father, decapitating him with one quick stroke. The Father drops to the ground and blood squirts out in large geysers. Satan bends down and picks up the Father’s severed head. It winks at him through empty sockets. He looks away and sees Father Monahan’s spirit rise quickly from his body up into the air. Satan drops the head, looks down towards the pits of hell and relinquishes control of this man. He has lost and he knows it. This man is protected by God and he cannot have him. With a grunt, the devil kicks the head away with a hoofed foot and sinks back into the earth. He needs to rest for a while. He still has a lot of names on his list and he needs to prepare for them. Sacred souls were too valuable to let slip away.
Visit Joe Online