Post by Satan on Nov 2, 2008 21:09:53 GMT -1
He had promised he would make then pay and dearly. His word was given and without the cross over his heart he was true to it. Upon the soil of a town he stepped. The soil laden with his blood; The Blood of his daughter he smelled it and as it began to burn he roared, catching the attention of the slumbering town in the early hours of the morning. The entire town’s limit had been encircled with flames and to one house he stepped ripping the door off it’s hinges and tossing it across the street to that of another house’s window.
Inside a man skidded into the living room and with a shot gun in hopes to save the demon he called his wife. The two shots were fired at his massive body and to them he just entered still. Breaking the door frame as he stepped. Grabbing the man by the arms he yanked them suddenly before he could reload the painful weapon.
“Where is she?” his God like voice was used causing the man a great deal of pain but it ensured that all heard him. Even more came out to see what the fuss was about. He grabbed the man and pushed him against the wall just enough to keep him in place before he knelt before him. The horns dangerously aiming for either side of the man but that was not their place, one horn pressed against his chin before his legs straightened. The thick black cone plunging into his skull as he stood taking the man with him.
Lilith would follow; Satan’s movement through a mirror would take him to the bedroom where she slumbered. Those hands coiled around her neck her lover thrown from his horns across her body. “You so resented being human that you became one of mine. You so resent my choice that you wished to overthrow Lucifer. Your want for power caused you to wake me. Now you are human once more. Weak, pathetic and full of sin. I will deliver you to Lamashtu when the night is through.”
He would then leave her in the bed with her dead lover on top of her. He swept through the town taking all who had his blood on them along with pikes of wood, chains, ropes and iron nails. While they lived he drove their body on to the pikes that he had arranged into the ground. Staring with a man being strung up on five pikes; one though his ankles another through his thighs, then his stomach, another in his chest hammered through his heart and the final one the base of his spine exiting through his mouth. Another was placed on an upside down cross, while others were placed on single pikes. in the end it was quite a scene in the field where they had taken Lamashtu. Over five hundred bodies were arranged and when viewed from the sky or the hill just off the way one could see the arrangement spelled out. “Ye who woke the Devil pays for it in Blood.”
Inside a man skidded into the living room and with a shot gun in hopes to save the demon he called his wife. The two shots were fired at his massive body and to them he just entered still. Breaking the door frame as he stepped. Grabbing the man by the arms he yanked them suddenly before he could reload the painful weapon.
“Where is she?” his God like voice was used causing the man a great deal of pain but it ensured that all heard him. Even more came out to see what the fuss was about. He grabbed the man and pushed him against the wall just enough to keep him in place before he knelt before him. The horns dangerously aiming for either side of the man but that was not their place, one horn pressed against his chin before his legs straightened. The thick black cone plunging into his skull as he stood taking the man with him.
Lilith would follow; Satan’s movement through a mirror would take him to the bedroom where she slumbered. Those hands coiled around her neck her lover thrown from his horns across her body. “You so resented being human that you became one of mine. You so resent my choice that you wished to overthrow Lucifer. Your want for power caused you to wake me. Now you are human once more. Weak, pathetic and full of sin. I will deliver you to Lamashtu when the night is through.”
He would then leave her in the bed with her dead lover on top of her. He swept through the town taking all who had his blood on them along with pikes of wood, chains, ropes and iron nails. While they lived he drove their body on to the pikes that he had arranged into the ground. Staring with a man being strung up on five pikes; one though his ankles another through his thighs, then his stomach, another in his chest hammered through his heart and the final one the base of his spine exiting through his mouth. Another was placed on an upside down cross, while others were placed on single pikes. in the end it was quite a scene in the field where they had taken Lamashtu. Over five hundred bodies were arranged and when viewed from the sky or the hill just off the way one could see the arrangement spelled out. “Ye who woke the Devil pays for it in Blood.”
