Naming Demons two

The insane cacophonous bellowing from the mouths of the monster had already begun to destroy Max's senses. His eyes couldn't focus, and his ear drums pulsed painfully with a rhythmic pressure that would soon burstthem. He also knew that all the demons in the ancient black rock castle would be drawn to the sound bound to aid their master by the blackest rituals.
    Helplessly Cornered in his chair by advance of the creatures massive bulk, Max appeared to resign himself to death. He winced as he pulled a monogrammed silver flask from the pocket of his suit coat, spat his cigar on to the floor and took a drink. Even before he could completely swallow, a massive pointed insect-like leg impaled His foot to the floor. the fluid ran down the front of his mouth as he cried out in pain.
   "Fine you Win, my life is over, and here is a drink to your victory." max barked
out and took a big defiant swig from the flask like it was his last filling up his cheeks. The foul abomination stopped it's chants of madness, and giggles, chortled and snorted at it's victory. all max could see was the a whirling blur of motion and color as the wagging tongues of the creature pressed against his body leaving sizzling drool all over his tailored suit,and the sour foul smell of rot coming from the creatures mouth began to trigger the victim's gag reflex. He spat the contents of his mouth into the blur of color and motion before him.

Fortunately he had filled the flask with holy water.

The creature was unable to continue any of it's obscene utterances as it blasphemous tongues twisted bubbled like they had been exposed to a powerful acid, and the fat layers of flesh warped and melted like wax. The foul stew of dissolving monster flesh slid down the remaining burning flesh and accumulated in the lower mouths causing the creature to convulse and gag. The convulsions cause max to scream again he used a controlled stream of holy water from the flask to sever the leg that impaled his foot from the main body. then another on the other side of the quivering creature immobilizing it.
     "Twist get the pen." he called out as he saw the blur of a familiar form, his friend converting into his demonic form, a 7 foot 5 oily black headless monstrosity with long tendrils growing out of it's back. Max let the monster sizzle while he tried to dislodge His leg unsuccessful with his limited remaining strength. The bubbling fluids and steam coming of the creature were stinging his eyes, so max pulled His signature orange tinted designer sunglasses from the pocket in his suit jacket on the opposite side of the flask with his good arm, to protect his eyes, and retain his limited sight. a long back oily tendril reached to max from 3 yards away delicately holding the pen with the ivory tip.
     the creature's snail shell cracked and fell to the dungeon floor in pieces revealing a knotted red pulsing mass of muscle that was starting to bubble with the birth of new appendages and sensory organs. another black tendril reached in from the darkness as the room and flung the severed limb in Max's foot Into the far wall.
     Max grabbed the pen in two hands as he put his good foot into the dissolved side of the creatures long face, and drove the pen home through the top of the skull. Toxic fluids oozed and splattered from the creature as the pen began it's journey from the top of the demon's head to the ground. It went through like it was a heavy custard occasionally requiring a extra drop of holy water to break through heavy bone or cartilage masses.
     The other side of the creature had already grown unnaturally strong almost human like arms that could slowly pull the bulky mass of it's body slowly across the floor
leaving a foul reek of death and decay behind it. The protective runes max had embroidered in his suit by ablind nun in Calcutta flashed and expired, the fabric had burnt away and Max's chest and arms were burning from the unholy bodily fluids of the creature before the pen had made it half way down. His sunglasses had warped and burned from the toxic splatter. the protective coating began to bubble as he continued to grand his teeth and drive the pen deeper into the mass still.
     The pen stopped when he hit what seemed to be a sort of secondary stomach filled with hundreds of shiny dark stones. Max cut it loose and flung it against the wall. The stones sparked with electricity as they were removed a static charge went through the air. They were the part of his servitor demons he kept to bind them.
     The Liberated Twist, tore into the remaining creature tearing into him with fearsome claws and a terrible circular mouth where his head had been before.
Max staggered back. dropping his empty flask to the ground. The demon lord had stopped moving under the enraged assault. Max staggered back with burns all over his chest and arms. His severely damaged half molten sunglasses fell off his face.
     As he began to slowly focus his eyes by squinting The room had gone completely dark, and his entire Field of vision was composed of darkness and glowing eyes of all shapes sizes and colors looking directly at him as he stood over the body of their fallen demon lord. as he made an effort to stagger back his leg was engulfed by something that felt like warm silk moving up his leg.
He uttered words that would both be a profound source of despair and joy before he passed out into the black.