Of Horrors

The doors of the empty house swung open and drifted gently back and forth in the
wind. Empty? Muffled screams came from one of the rooms. I opened the door to a
scene of inhuman, blasphemous, butchery. Naked men and women were nailed upside
down on inverted crucifixes. Blood was dripping down the walls of the pentagonal
shaped room. Bits and pieces of rotting flesh was strewn about the place. In the
center of the room was a huge inverted pentagram drawn in blood. At each of the
five points burnt a large candle with strange symbols imprinted on it.
"Kill me," moaned a weak voice behind me. It was one of the women
nailed to the crucifix. She coughed up blood. "Kill me." She began to
choke on her own fluids. I looked at her hideously deformed face. I retched.

Both of her eyes had been crudely gouged out. I wiped the vomit from my chin.
"Who did this?" I whispered to myself. "I did." replied a
voice unexpectedly from above. I spun around to find the lines of the pentagram
on fire. Something was happening in the center of the symbol. "Let me show
you what I did," said the voice. The flames of the pentagram engulfed me as

I faded into unconsciousness The presence loomed over me. I screamed as blood
spurted from the wounds in my arms and legs. As I lay panting on my crucifix a
blinding light exploded around me. I could feel the retina in my eyes slowly
being burnt out. The presence moved again, this time to the right of me. Intense
pain ran along the nerve channels in my body. I could feel my limbs being burnt
from the inside out. I had no idea where I was but I knew that the strange
entity was somehow sustaining my life. "Who are you?!" I whimpered.

The entity spoke. It was a chilling, frightening sound that shook me to the
bones. "I am the Deicide," it replied, its metallic voice resonating
around me. "Please.......please let me die," I gasped through clenched
teeth, spitting blood and vomit. "No," it replied simply. "I
shall not let you die or your soul depart from your flesh. That is what a
merciful god would do. Well I am what your god should fear most, what your
pitiful human kind should fear, for I am evil beyond your greatest imagining. I
am the Deicide, I am the death of God. You shall be the prophet of the

Apocalypse of Satan. You will spread the word of the suffering and hate that
will become your world, of the plagues and pestilence, the death and
destruction. And for all the world to witness, the death of God." What I
was experiencing was more terrifying and painful than anything any human being
had ever endured. The demon before me showed me a glimpse of its face. It was
pure evil. As I stared at the penetrating black orbs which were its eyes, a
searing pain exploded in my brain. My memories were being drained from me. First
my childhood then as a young man. When I could remember nothing of my past
except the terrible torture and pain, the demon raised its arm and pushed one of
its three talons into my forehead. My shredded larynx could not cope with the
shrill scream which escaped me. I vomited more blood. Lucifers talon penetrated
my brain deeper and deeper until it reached my cortex. Delicately he cut away
the flesh and severed the organ from my skull. I began choking in my own blood
as he severed the back of my neck. With a sharp wrench the demon grasping my
spine dislodged my 5th lumbar vertebrae from my cocsick. With slippery hands it
pulled my spine through my forehead splattering brain and flesh over my
crucifix. My tattered corpse could no longer support my soul. I felt the pain
begin to cease as my inner being departed from my flesh. As darkness began to
descend my last visions were of the demonic creature laughing shrilly. Somewhere
in the world, in the back of an old Ford, a child was born. It was no ordinary
birth for this child was born Aware. It came into the world not kicking and
screaming but in a placid, observant state as though it knew exactly what was
happening. The exhausted mother held up the child in her arms and shrieked. She
was frightened to the inner core of her being.