Siberia was living up to it's reputation. The snow was driving hard. It had to be something big to bring us all the way out here. I held my man tight to protect him form the cold even though it was making it harder and harder for me to move.
A pale person in white furs seemed to grow right out of the the snow. they removed their goggles and looked us up and down with deep blue eyes. “Didn't know you brought a date, Max.” her female voice said patronizingly in a heavy Russian accent.
How could she See Me?!
Even though I could barely move I pulled my white face out of my body that I had turned into a big black fur coat to protect my master from the cold. I flashed my red eyes and hissed at her so she would know I was well fed , and had teeth.
That bitch was trouble, and what was worse is that I could sense he wanted her.
The woman lifted her arms slightly and and with a twist of her wrists the winds began to blow in a cyclonic circular pattern around us rapidly building up a wall of snow around us. The a corridor in the snow opened leading down at a steep angle.
As things grew warmer I was able to move again. I began to take shape at my lord's side, locked in his arm and moving beside him. I made myself very shapely, with long flowing red hair to my lower back, gem encrusted jewelry, elegant black lace gloves, bone white skin, and a pure black shadow dress with a long train. This slut was going to know she was not the only girl in the room who could put on a show.
Twist was silently following us is a heavy green army surplus coat as we emerged into some sort of control room lined with monitors, maps, and computers. Servants came out and removed the woman's coat. She was in some sort of dark green form fitting paramilitary body suit. She screamed weapons and sex, with pockets, holster, knives, guns and ammo.
“ I need to talk to you alone, Max.” she said.
He turned , and gently kissed me on the cheek. “Please go to our room, unpack, and get Mr. Twist something to eat. It was a long flight for him.” I held his hand and nodded.
She looked at Max for too long as she removed her hat, and flipped her hair seductively like an exile form a shampoo commercial. “ ...umm, yes take the help to his room please.”
I followed the scarred man in the paramilitary uniform because he asked. In the room and quickly stretched out and expelled three large steamer trunks I had stored in shadow. While always casual Twist sat down and lit up a cigarette smiling at my vexation.
“the HELP!! ...THE HELP!! I have a very special relationship with my master, I am no crazy old lady!” I fumed
Twist nodded, but continued smiling “ That is Zelda's daughter.”
...Oh sorry , I got angry just thinking about it, I should tell you what I mean by crazy old lady.
It all starts with the tooth....
Way back in the ancient days, when people got both smart and stupid enough to summon demons, then try and work out arrangements, it wasn't working well. There were a lot of happy well fed demons, a lot of people who became food, and a lot of bosses didn't get what they wanted because the people became food too fast. So they came up with the tooth.
The tooth, it is somewhat like a sweet tooth, but calling it that would be gross understatement. It is a taste for the person you are bonded to. It solved combined with extended service contracts meant that you couldn't eat the person you were bonded to until close to the end of your term other wise you would start. Even if you cut them up and rationed yourself it wouldn't be good for more then a year at max, and with at least ten years left on your contract that could be a long time.
It may sound unpleasant to you, but it really isn't provided your master isn't trying to break you. Your master blood flesh, and secretions are sweet, intoxicating, enhance your senses, calorie free, and a little can go a long way. Their blood is like a well aged wine, their sweat is like a river of your favorite apple juices form your favorite apples on your favorite tree. Even rancid toe-nail clippings can taste like Turkish delight. It can bring back warm memories of when you were human, and with out it you grow stiff and tired. The fresher the better.
Now, I am part of a hugely under-rated class of demon's called shade demons. We shape-shift, we merge with shadows, and are a true pain to track down if we go awol on assignment. So The powers that be decided to give us a very very powerful tooth. Our masters can be highly addicting, then sensations we get off them are so potent, but the worst of it is when even the demon lords started using the tooth on us themselves, turning us into what I call “crazy old ladies”.
It goes like this, a demon buys you, typically your memory is wiped so you don't know if you are two or ten thousand. Next your new master treats you well, even spoils you for a few months or years, then gives you an assignment, says you didn't do well, even if you did, and deprives you of the blood you need to move, but gives you enough to keep you conscious, so you can spend years as some aware inanimate object, only getting to move when they are feeling generous. Try staying as as a semi-conscious footstool for a decade, and see how your sanity is preserved. Then they bring you out of it, and pamper you for some time again before they repeat the process until you are finally so glad to have freedom of movement and be free of hunger at all that you willingly bond yourself to them too deeply, largely forgetting your own identity, living in them living some sort of symbiotic organism, grooming them, sharing you powers, and. happy to be drunk on blood, and devouring delicious flakes of skin. Some greater demon-lords have several “ Crazies” bonded to them.
So you can see why I think I have it pretty good with Max. I have my own cottage over looking the pool. I have a car, television, and not so much clothes to wear as fabrics to sample. I am first fed, and well fed. There aren't constant mind games, and displays of power, but this isn't going to excuse him being with her now.
He is talking to that bitch in the white silk shirt, I shed for him painfully from a form I had shifted to at the time because he liked it. The demoness tried to get through the door to see her master, but protective runes were carved into the stone around the door that made it impossible for her to leave
Max went to the bar, and poured her her favorite drink. She rested her arm on the desk, and looked at him.
“So does Mrs. Religious Know you are getting blow-jobs from a shade demon bound to you, and addicted to all your bodily secretions.” The Russian spat out.
Max slowly exhaled, he knew she always got mean when the pressure got to much for her cool headed, self, and that wasn't often. It had to be something significant if she called him out for a meeting after they way they left things a few years back. Instead of going to a long explaining about his present situation, he simply unbuttoned and dropped his oversized white silk shirt to to ground as he kept his back to her revealing the elaborate tattoos of a demon-lord on his back.
“ My god Max, you didn't !?! ” she said in an alarmed voice.
He turned to her with the drink he had made for her, set it on the desk '” Well Lilith, The good thing about knowing where you will go when you die, is that you have time to decorate the place, and fill up the bar.”
She came around her desk and embraced him. Shocked he put a hand on her shoulder, partly because he had always been strongly attracted to her, and partly because he knew she kept a knife there.
It came to his mind the time they were in Thailand, and she was mowing down soldiers with automatic weapons in both her hands laughing and barking orders as the blood splattered in her face. It came to mind The time She lit her pipe on a smoke corpse after she had thrown in incendiary grenade into the room. He remembered the time they were lovers on the beaches of Bali on a stack of drug money they had stolen. He remembered they time she left him for dead. Then the impossible happened, a tear from the iron Frau slid from her cheek on to his.
“Max...”she said softly “ I was on a... dig..and ...They have our boy...”
“Umm..We have a boy?” Max got a crooked smile on his face and patted her on the rump with his free hand
Look for our Next exciting Adventure....
Max Patski and his Demons Versus The Vampire Kings Of Mongolia
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Thursday, August 7, 2008
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Patski/Demonic Twist 101
Max patski is a composite of several personalities ranging from Robet Evans to Chuck Barris. I am currently tweaking him out, and developing him for comics and short story form.
He is a 1970s celebrity with limited mental abilities, and hedonistic tendencies. He also has been bonded to a pair of demons.
Naming Demons epilouge
EPILOUGE
It was a dark subterranean cave dimly lit by oil lanterns hanging from spikes hammered into the cave wall. The cave was warm and humid with a gentle sulphur smell coming form the springs that heated all the gently rippling water in the lagoon like basin of the cave.
A Ten foot high creature was operating a simple pump fumigator spraying a fluid on to a half dozen black pods that coursed with blue veins that were nested in an over-sized sticky web. The creature had the roughly size and shape of a grizzly, but it was covered in rust colored armored plates. As it's coarse voice hummed a simple melody it's large frog like mouth opened to reveal several rows of fearsome teeth. It's eyes rotated around like an iguanas, but hosted oversized human style pupils. The Creatures back had a large armored carapace like that of a horseshoe crab, but with spikes some of which that grow to over a foot long. Several small long-limbed yellowish Imps flipped amongst his spines contentedly in very loose timing with his singing.
A sultry femine voice called out to him echoing in the cave. “ That is enough Mr. Wrench, We don't want them to hatch too soon.” “Come get your treat.”
The giant monster Turned and ran through the water toward the voice like an excited child leaving a couple imps to splash in the water.
The demoness appeared to reclining as she reached with a long back ropey limb, and pulled an whole-sale plastic container of peanut butter out of it, and form near by another limb grabbed some oversized syringes filled with blood. She unscrewed the top of the peanut butter, and injected the syringes into it, as the massive rust colored demon anxiously shifted it's weight from foot to foot in anticipation. She handed Mr. Wrench the jar, and he began to eagerly lick at it with his center tongue. “better go tend to the imps.” .
The rust colored demon ran off quickly with considerable displacement of water.
Upon closer examination the the demoness wasn't reclining at all , but propping her self up, having turned the center part of her body into a living hammock while long black limbs tended a bellows like pump that was moving blood into glass jars. A puff of smoke came out from between the ample and comforting bosom she had grown for the occasion. The demoness elongated her neck to follow the plume of smoke upward and enjoy it's smell looking at it with some fascination in her glowing red eyes.
Max took the cigar from his his mouth. He wore a white silk shirt that was completely unbuttoned. In the center of his chest was a black muscular demonic mass with one big red eye, and a small mouth. Max place the cigar in the creatures mouth with the arm that didn't have tubes coming out of it. The creature took a couple quick puffs right away.
“Keeping a house of thirsty demons fed is more work then I thought. If twist didn't help me regenerate so fast we all would be in trouble.”
The long neck of the demoness twisted her long neck around to face max as nestled comfortably in her breasts. “ don't worry love, stores are almost up to normal”. She kissed him as her long forked tail moved in time her gentle rocking of him. “Happy Birth day, Max. I got something for you.” she said as she looked across the quiet water to the black pods that Mr., Wrench had been spraying.
It was a dark subterranean cave dimly lit by oil lanterns hanging from spikes hammered into the cave wall. The cave was warm and humid with a gentle sulphur smell coming form the springs that heated all the gently rippling water in the lagoon like basin of the cave.
A Ten foot high creature was operating a simple pump fumigator spraying a fluid on to a half dozen black pods that coursed with blue veins that were nested in an over-sized sticky web. The creature had the roughly size and shape of a grizzly, but it was covered in rust colored armored plates. As it's coarse voice hummed a simple melody it's large frog like mouth opened to reveal several rows of fearsome teeth. It's eyes rotated around like an iguanas, but hosted oversized human style pupils. The Creatures back had a large armored carapace like that of a horseshoe crab, but with spikes some of which that grow to over a foot long. Several small long-limbed yellowish Imps flipped amongst his spines contentedly in very loose timing with his singing.
A sultry femine voice called out to him echoing in the cave. “ That is enough Mr. Wrench, We don't want them to hatch too soon.” “Come get your treat.”
The giant monster Turned and ran through the water toward the voice like an excited child leaving a couple imps to splash in the water.
The demoness appeared to reclining as she reached with a long back ropey limb, and pulled an whole-sale plastic container of peanut butter out of it, and form near by another limb grabbed some oversized syringes filled with blood. She unscrewed the top of the peanut butter, and injected the syringes into it, as the massive rust colored demon anxiously shifted it's weight from foot to foot in anticipation. She handed Mr. Wrench the jar, and he began to eagerly lick at it with his center tongue. “better go tend to the imps.” .
The rust colored demon ran off quickly with considerable displacement of water.
Upon closer examination the the demoness wasn't reclining at all , but propping her self up, having turned the center part of her body into a living hammock while long black limbs tended a bellows like pump that was moving blood into glass jars. A puff of smoke came out from between the ample and comforting bosom she had grown for the occasion. The demoness elongated her neck to follow the plume of smoke upward and enjoy it's smell looking at it with some fascination in her glowing red eyes.
Max took the cigar from his his mouth. He wore a white silk shirt that was completely unbuttoned. In the center of his chest was a black muscular demonic mass with one big red eye, and a small mouth. Max place the cigar in the creatures mouth with the arm that didn't have tubes coming out of it. The creature took a couple quick puffs right away.
“Keeping a house of thirsty demons fed is more work then I thought. If twist didn't help me regenerate so fast we all would be in trouble.”
The long neck of the demoness twisted her long neck around to face max as nestled comfortably in her breasts. “ don't worry love, stores are almost up to normal”. She kissed him as her long forked tail moved in time her gentle rocking of him. “Happy Birth day, Max. I got something for you.” she said as she looked across the quiet water to the black pods that Mr., Wrench had been spraying.
Naming Demons six
The great Demon's robe dropped to the floor, but did not reveal a human like body as indicated by the flow of his robe, but rather a body that was composed entirely of long branching red and brown segmented tentacles that recalled earth worms. Some ended in alien eyes, some ended in lamprey like teeth or in tiny bird like manipulators.
The fearsome monster Leaned it's entire long frame over to look max directly along eye level, Each of It's eye slots burnt two glowing swirling orbs the resembled intoxicating mini-suns as they shifted colors. They spoke to Max In a primal language far more sensual and more pure then words..
"You are ambitious Sheriff."
"almost as much as you are lucky.."
"These markings will insure your place as a lord, and allow you to more fully bind members of your house into service"
It reached with a wormy appendage and began engraving symbols into max's freshly regenerated flesh, with the stylus form the skull, along his shoulders and back. as It burnt the symbols into max the demoness continued to cradle him, and Ixtal spoke into his mind, advising him. Max attempted to stand up with a short lived burst of confidence only to fall awkwardly to the floor right away.
The Demoness Slinked up against his leg," Forgive me Lord, I had not been fed properly in so long, and your foot with the hole in it, and exposure to all the stomach acids it was only meat. I was so weak. Twist will help Knit you a better one." Max let out a sigh of exasperation as she shifted around him to help prop him up.
He stood with out a foot, in freshly bleeding tattoos, and his only intact clothing was His trustworthy, but recently burnt and bloodied Leopard skin print briefs. In the courtyard when he became Lord of the house. He allowed all the demons that did not wish to seek redemption Move to other houses. He also retained a contract with Ixtal, and only three greater demons out of three dozen remained. A small domestic staff of imps and lesser demons to maintain the house. He also activated the reserve clause in his contract with the night town council after He He used his new-found powers to declared The demoness Mrs. Necktie, as his second wife to insure her chance at redemption.
Max was sitting on an oversized stone throne in the barren fortress with the remaining demons while he was trying to get used to a new foot by wiggling his toes.
"Stacy Is really going to love the body art, Max."Twist laughed sarcastically in a changing voice as he returned to his human form. then He pretended he was going to slap his friend on the back in the midst of all the tender freshly marked flesh, before the two said their good byes. Max appearing to turn into a luminous gas and evaporate taking twist with him bringing them back into the "real world"
Max, exhausted rested his hands on the mirror as felt another trickle of blood run down his back from the markings. Steam from the shower was fogging up the mirror. He could feel himself nodding off there before he was going to work up the courage to go under the shower head his spouse insisted be set to " strip paint or sand blast".
an alarmed female voice cried "MAAAX!!" from behind him
He Nervously cast his eyes to the digital clock by the mirror ...
"...umm how was church, baby?"
- fin -
The fearsome monster Leaned it's entire long frame over to look max directly along eye level, Each of It's eye slots burnt two glowing swirling orbs the resembled intoxicating mini-suns as they shifted colors. They spoke to Max In a primal language far more sensual and more pure then words..
"You are ambitious Sheriff."
"almost as much as you are lucky.."
"These markings will insure your place as a lord, and allow you to more fully bind members of your house into service"
It reached with a wormy appendage and began engraving symbols into max's freshly regenerated flesh, with the stylus form the skull, along his shoulders and back. as It burnt the symbols into max the demoness continued to cradle him, and Ixtal spoke into his mind, advising him. Max attempted to stand up with a short lived burst of confidence only to fall awkwardly to the floor right away.
The Demoness Slinked up against his leg," Forgive me Lord, I had not been fed properly in so long, and your foot with the hole in it, and exposure to all the stomach acids it was only meat. I was so weak. Twist will help Knit you a better one." Max let out a sigh of exasperation as she shifted around him to help prop him up.
He stood with out a foot, in freshly bleeding tattoos, and his only intact clothing was His trustworthy, but recently burnt and bloodied Leopard skin print briefs. In the courtyard when he became Lord of the house. He allowed all the demons that did not wish to seek redemption Move to other houses. He also retained a contract with Ixtal, and only three greater demons out of three dozen remained. A small domestic staff of imps and lesser demons to maintain the house. He also activated the reserve clause in his contract with the night town council after He He used his new-found powers to declared The demoness Mrs. Necktie, as his second wife to insure her chance at redemption.
Max was sitting on an oversized stone throne in the barren fortress with the remaining demons while he was trying to get used to a new foot by wiggling his toes.
"Stacy Is really going to love the body art, Max."Twist laughed sarcastically in a changing voice as he returned to his human form. then He pretended he was going to slap his friend on the back in the midst of all the tender freshly marked flesh, before the two said their good byes. Max appearing to turn into a luminous gas and evaporate taking twist with him bringing them back into the "real world"
Max, exhausted rested his hands on the mirror as felt another trickle of blood run down his back from the markings. Steam from the shower was fogging up the mirror. He could feel himself nodding off there before he was going to work up the courage to go under the shower head his spouse insisted be set to " strip paint or sand blast".
an alarmed female voice cried "MAAAX!!" from behind him
He Nervously cast his eyes to the digital clock by the mirror ...
"...umm how was church, baby?"
- fin -
Naming Demons five
It was his favorite time of night, and he was in his favorite place. He laid on his back, stretched out his toes and moved a lock of her curly red hair out of his face. He looked up at the flat screen monitor mounted on the canopy of the bed that was playing some footage he took a couple weeks ago of his wife, and their raven haired nanny playing with the children in the park. he hit a button on the remote and the monitor slid down the canopy of the bed to move close to the foot of the bed, so he could look out the skylight.
He thought the removal of the mirrors from the canopy of the bed was one of the many happy compromises that resulted from his marriage, besides the 4 high definition cameras he sneaked in and link to the monitor, and a hard-drive in the control room were much more elegant. She referred to the extensive use of mirrors around the room as "very creepy and vaguely sinful."
He rolled his head to the side and kissed her sleeping brow as he though how he built this large octagonal room a veritable laboratory of seduction for an innumerable number of women, but that it ended up being completely changed by just one. the full bar now featured coffee and protein drinks. the heavy use of mirrors was replaced with a multimedia projection center that incorporated karaoke. She liked the cherubs, and the baby grand so they stayed.
Another thing that made their marriage work his wife's unique ability to sleep like a rock unfettered by a guilty conscious. In contrast her spouse only needed an hour sleep a day. He would periodically tease her about having an electronic timer wired into her brain stem. Even 7 months into her second pregnancy she was relatively hard to stir. Once he set his drum kit up a couple yards from the bed, and it still took her a couple minutes to stir after he began a poor gene krupa impersonation just to see what it would take.
He played with two remotes and a couple panels slid down to reveal a large tropical aquarium, while a couple more panels moved random colors in time with a string quartet that started playing as the round water-bed silently rotated. He moved his hand down her body to see if he could feel the babies move. in a few moments the low illumination in the room dimmed to complete blackness, and the music changed to a quiet jazz samba. Long stringy limbs of solidified darkness reached out and caressed max as a velvet, voluptuous, amorphous form took the shape of a woman laying against him on the opposite side of his wife. MAX looked at the glowing buttons on the remote and moved the monitor back up.
"Did you get the kids put to sleep?" he silently communicated to her through her warm touch as he rewound the video.
" Yes I read them the story about the owl and the frog. Orchid doesn't seem as nervous now."
"This is the footage from our trip to the park." he moved his arm with the remote around the demons who rested her white face on his chest. They laid silently watching the screen for a few moments smiling. she elongated her neck and moved her head so it hovered between max and the monitor, as the footage changed to older shots of the children. "Master, I had a couple questions about the night you killed Ivtxo."
"what was the deal with the pen you killed him with."
"Let me Give you a little background. I started to tell you the other day, in a sense there were really two marriages to Stacy. She admitted to me some time ago that she knew after a couple months of dating that we were going to eventually get married, but that she wanted to wait until she was more comfortable that I wasn't going to repeat my history with her. Then she came to think that I would go insane if we didn't consummate, and she didn't want a crazy husband, so she took a risk a got married a little earlier."
“Then later on around the time we renewed our vows it was the second marriage where where there was much more trust and security. Anyway, I am sure you remember me coming to you blubbering about the rocky early days."
"So just to condense the story a little one of the things I did to " earn" the second marriage was join the catholic church, and contributed over 12 million dollars to different projects."
"Like any business the salvation trade has to take care of it's best customers, so I made some connections, and was ultimately given access to some artifacts from the Vatican vault."
"I brought the pen to help seal the deal and liberate twist, having been told you had been promoted to another dimension. The point I stabbed the demon with is an ivory point carved from the knee bone of a grade- A saint, some African Martyr.. I forget the name. The other end was an uneven bronze tube that you would use to prick yourself and draw blood, and all together you would use the whole thing to sign a binding blood oath. I wanted to show him I was going to hold up my end of the bargain if he released twist to me. I never suspected it would become as useful as it did."
he moved his arm and reached up to caress the demon's chin.. looking into her eyes "looks like you are hungry. what is your other question?"
"What did you see when you were using the skull?"
Max breathed hard and paused "Well you better feed off me directly tonight, baby. The blood loss will probably help me get that story out." The ever shifting demoness sunk her fangs into his out stretched wrist as he began
The transition left he jarred He caught his flares on the bar, falling down on the cement by the pool. He could see numerous blurs of colorful motion moving to the sounds of the Grand funk railroad. he wasn't sure if he hired the light show or the drugs were digging in--could have been both. He scrambled up with a strange chemical grace and flung his leisure suit jacket into the shimmering sparkling hyper blue of the pool. then tore off his silk shirt and roared with a mad joy.
Timothy Leary was right about drugs expanding the mind and making new neural connections. In the case of Max Patski he was even a prophet. The next thing He could remember is her small frame struggling to pull him up the stairs, and propping him up against the foot of the bed. He smiled and gave her a thumbs up then struggled to crawl out to the deck, pulling himself up so his head could peek over the edge. he massaged his temple and began sending his pain and hangover out to the remaining party goers laying in various positions of compromise below, a little to each. With in three minutes he was completely sober.
Parts of a drum kit, and a borrowed stage light were in the pool, and the sound of retching had increased from below, as people began to stir. He looked out at the bite marks and tried to figure out what was written in lipstick all over his arms and chest. she had laid his suit out on the bed.
" You going to be late for another shoot, Max." she said weakly.
" I knew I had crossed a line with her. leaving her to clean up after dozens of stoned left-overs alone again. after shooting was done Lucy came into my dressing room, and burst into tears before she could say "I quit". The hug became a kiss that became a good hour on the sofa. It was for the best anyway, I had been noticing Her more over the past few months. She had the right combination of beauty, blind loyalty and selective vision. what followed were a happy couple of years for me. the bills got paid on time. there was always fresh dry-cleaning. I had most all of my freedom as long as I saved " our bed for us. I didn't even mind when she earned a engagement ring on her finger."
Lucy stood above him shaking screaming and crying as her make-up ran down her face, but all Max could hear was the veins throbbing in his head. " I was shocked and angry to see her like that. She had no idea what a hang over was. at best she would do a small cocktail after meeting a celebrity. Some black part of my mind wanted to teach her, so I flung the sum of the pain and intoxication at her from my mind."
Lucy staggered down the stairs. Max moved the arms of the triplets from Denmark off his chest, and thought only to throw on a bathrobe, as he realized he had been with the women in the bed he had promised only toher.
He leaped down the stairs. he found her face down in the pool with a twisted arm, and blood running down her nose. Max's mind, still heightened and looking for increased stimulation felt the last heartbeats of the two new lives growing inside her now lifeless body. He beautiful blues eyes has now become the Grey eyes that haunted him.
The bronze hands Retracted their needles and fell suddenly lifeless into Max's lap Leaving long trickles of blood down his chest and stomach.
The female demon still cradling his trembling form asked frantically "Did you get your name Max?"
"Mr. Grey" he hoarsely sputtered out.
Towering over Max was the great demon Ixtal. He stood 12 feet tall from the ground to the top of his large stag-like antlers. His head resembled a cow's skull with 2 glowing orbs in each eye socket. the rest of his body was wrapped in a long dark green robe.
He was rumored to be far more ancient the the lord Max had just slain.
He thought the removal of the mirrors from the canopy of the bed was one of the many happy compromises that resulted from his marriage, besides the 4 high definition cameras he sneaked in and link to the monitor, and a hard-drive in the control room were much more elegant. She referred to the extensive use of mirrors around the room as "very creepy and vaguely sinful."
He rolled his head to the side and kissed her sleeping brow as he though how he built this large octagonal room a veritable laboratory of seduction for an innumerable number of women, but that it ended up being completely changed by just one. the full bar now featured coffee and protein drinks. the heavy use of mirrors was replaced with a multimedia projection center that incorporated karaoke. She liked the cherubs, and the baby grand so they stayed.
Another thing that made their marriage work his wife's unique ability to sleep like a rock unfettered by a guilty conscious. In contrast her spouse only needed an hour sleep a day. He would periodically tease her about having an electronic timer wired into her brain stem. Even 7 months into her second pregnancy she was relatively hard to stir. Once he set his drum kit up a couple yards from the bed, and it still took her a couple minutes to stir after he began a poor gene krupa impersonation just to see what it would take.
He played with two remotes and a couple panels slid down to reveal a large tropical aquarium, while a couple more panels moved random colors in time with a string quartet that started playing as the round water-bed silently rotated. He moved his hand down her body to see if he could feel the babies move. in a few moments the low illumination in the room dimmed to complete blackness, and the music changed to a quiet jazz samba. Long stringy limbs of solidified darkness reached out and caressed max as a velvet, voluptuous, amorphous form took the shape of a woman laying against him on the opposite side of his wife. MAX looked at the glowing buttons on the remote and moved the monitor back up.
"Did you get the kids put to sleep?" he silently communicated to her through her warm touch as he rewound the video.
" Yes I read them the story about the owl and the frog. Orchid doesn't seem as nervous now."
"This is the footage from our trip to the park." he moved his arm with the remote around the demons who rested her white face on his chest. They laid silently watching the screen for a few moments smiling. she elongated her neck and moved her head so it hovered between max and the monitor, as the footage changed to older shots of the children. "Master, I had a couple questions about the night you killed Ivtxo."
"what was the deal with the pen you killed him with."
"Let me Give you a little background. I started to tell you the other day, in a sense there were really two marriages to Stacy. She admitted to me some time ago that she knew after a couple months of dating that we were going to eventually get married, but that she wanted to wait until she was more comfortable that I wasn't going to repeat my history with her. Then she came to think that I would go insane if we didn't consummate, and she didn't want a crazy husband, so she took a risk a got married a little earlier."
“Then later on around the time we renewed our vows it was the second marriage where where there was much more trust and security. Anyway, I am sure you remember me coming to you blubbering about the rocky early days."
"So just to condense the story a little one of the things I did to " earn" the second marriage was join the catholic church, and contributed over 12 million dollars to different projects."
"Like any business the salvation trade has to take care of it's best customers, so I made some connections, and was ultimately given access to some artifacts from the Vatican vault."
"I brought the pen to help seal the deal and liberate twist, having been told you had been promoted to another dimension. The point I stabbed the demon with is an ivory point carved from the knee bone of a grade- A saint, some African Martyr.. I forget the name. The other end was an uneven bronze tube that you would use to prick yourself and draw blood, and all together you would use the whole thing to sign a binding blood oath. I wanted to show him I was going to hold up my end of the bargain if he released twist to me. I never suspected it would become as useful as it did."
he moved his arm and reached up to caress the demon's chin.. looking into her eyes "looks like you are hungry. what is your other question?"
"What did you see when you were using the skull?"
Max breathed hard and paused "Well you better feed off me directly tonight, baby. The blood loss will probably help me get that story out." The ever shifting demoness sunk her fangs into his out stretched wrist as he began
The transition left he jarred He caught his flares on the bar, falling down on the cement by the pool. He could see numerous blurs of colorful motion moving to the sounds of the Grand funk railroad. he wasn't sure if he hired the light show or the drugs were digging in--could have been both. He scrambled up with a strange chemical grace and flung his leisure suit jacket into the shimmering sparkling hyper blue of the pool. then tore off his silk shirt and roared with a mad joy.
Timothy Leary was right about drugs expanding the mind and making new neural connections. In the case of Max Patski he was even a prophet. The next thing He could remember is her small frame struggling to pull him up the stairs, and propping him up against the foot of the bed. He smiled and gave her a thumbs up then struggled to crawl out to the deck, pulling himself up so his head could peek over the edge. he massaged his temple and began sending his pain and hangover out to the remaining party goers laying in various positions of compromise below, a little to each. With in three minutes he was completely sober.
Parts of a drum kit, and a borrowed stage light were in the pool, and the sound of retching had increased from below, as people began to stir. He looked out at the bite marks and tried to figure out what was written in lipstick all over his arms and chest. she had laid his suit out on the bed.
" You going to be late for another shoot, Max." she said weakly.
" I knew I had crossed a line with her. leaving her to clean up after dozens of stoned left-overs alone again. after shooting was done Lucy came into my dressing room, and burst into tears before she could say "I quit". The hug became a kiss that became a good hour on the sofa. It was for the best anyway, I had been noticing Her more over the past few months. She had the right combination of beauty, blind loyalty and selective vision. what followed were a happy couple of years for me. the bills got paid on time. there was always fresh dry-cleaning. I had most all of my freedom as long as I saved " our bed for us. I didn't even mind when she earned a engagement ring on her finger."
Lucy stood above him shaking screaming and crying as her make-up ran down her face, but all Max could hear was the veins throbbing in his head. " I was shocked and angry to see her like that. She had no idea what a hang over was. at best she would do a small cocktail after meeting a celebrity. Some black part of my mind wanted to teach her, so I flung the sum of the pain and intoxication at her from my mind."
Lucy staggered down the stairs. Max moved the arms of the triplets from Denmark off his chest, and thought only to throw on a bathrobe, as he realized he had been with the women in the bed he had promised only toher.
He leaped down the stairs. he found her face down in the pool with a twisted arm, and blood running down her nose. Max's mind, still heightened and looking for increased stimulation felt the last heartbeats of the two new lives growing inside her now lifeless body. He beautiful blues eyes has now become the Grey eyes that haunted him.
The bronze hands Retracted their needles and fell suddenly lifeless into Max's lap Leaving long trickles of blood down his chest and stomach.
The female demon still cradling his trembling form asked frantically "Did you get your name Max?"
"Mr. Grey" he hoarsely sputtered out.
Towering over Max was the great demon Ixtal. He stood 12 feet tall from the ground to the top of his large stag-like antlers. His head resembled a cow's skull with 2 glowing orbs in each eye socket. the rest of his body was wrapped in a long dark green robe.
He was rumored to be far more ancient the the lord Max had just slain.
Naming Demons four
Her touch was warm, but it could extend that warmth and send thought and sensation directly through a person's nerves like a telegraph line communicating at a speed and intensity several fold several times the speed of speech.
Her touch started sending him information as he stared out into the sea of blinking eyes all connecting to gnashing teeth in the darkness. he knew they were all waiting to eat him.
"You know there is only one way out of this, max." a soft feminine voice said in his head. "you need to appear strong while convincing them you are not . Ivtxo had some one waiting at the council building so he could attack you the minute you were no longer an officer of the law. they all know they can kill you with impunity now."
"He knew about us, max. he forced me into the form of the chair you were sitting on. he wanted to make me devour you. I stayed as that chair immobile and unchanging for the better part of a year, except when he would force me to change because he needed a toilet, or wanted me to stimulate certain appendages."
The intense communication had stimulated Max's own lucidity to spite his injuries. he replied in thought to his lover "last time i try to filibuster a demon-lord" and "don't worry gorgeous, you are going to get your green card out of eternal damnation.( or i am going to get chewed to death slowly by a thousand tiny mouths)."
He spoke to the hungry demonic horde before him in a hoarse but unshakable voice...
"Your former master challenged me to combat, I beat him twice. Two of your own bore witness. by your custom I claim all that is his. My first order is that all here may take all his belongings, and the stores of the place above the floor belong to you now. Go get them."
Max passed out as the female demon incased him in her own form hissing at the demon horde, and twist dragged his feared claws along the dungeon wall creating sparks as he watched protectively over his friend.
Many demons ran off as fast as they could into the keep to beat the others to centuries of loot collected by their master, others moved off slowly not wanting any trouble, while the smaller demons, knowing they would be overpowered in any attempt to gain wealth began to devour the corpse of their former master like a swarm of frenzied may-flies in the hopes of gaining some of his power. one massive demon that looked like a cross between a grizzly and and iguana stayed silently watching as slowly changed colors. Twist looked and the creature, and it nodded, and began to relight the lanterns as it watched the door.
Twist formed himself into his healing form that looked like a muscular black and red manta-ray with numerous tentacles where the mouth and tail would have been, and wrapped himself around his friends arm.
A few moments after max had re awakened a fat pockmarked blueish-green imp with blisters that would pop and burst into tiny fox fire like flames dropped a bundle before the female demon that was still protectively cradling max.
Dark tendrils composed of solidified shadow emerged from her and unwrapped the burgundy cloth to reveal a Neanderthal shaped skull coated in a greenish silver. from it's half opened mouths emerged three chains. the outer two were about 4 feet in length and connected to realistic sculpted bronze hands with symbols engraved on them. the central chain emerged from a meso-American style tongue and connected to a iron stylus.
"WE need to get started max" she said as she rested the skull on his stomach.
Max had already begun to heal remarkably, and the burning sensation all over his body had dimmed to just some dull pain on the side of his body opposite twist. The demon shifter her body to cradle max more comfortably upright. "you need to put the hands on your shoulders dear"'
she helped him with the side of immobilized arm. as soon as the hands where positioned properly on his shoulders they began to move and grab on to his body with a terrible force driving needles from the fingertips into the veins around his neck. Blood flowed through the sinister hands coiling around the chain in a small rivulet that was adding weight to the skull resting on his stomach. The last thing he saw before his mind awoke in another time and place was a monstrous antlered shadow slowly move into the room at an even glide.
see you next time for our next diabolical installment
" 0878"
Her touch started sending him information as he stared out into the sea of blinking eyes all connecting to gnashing teeth in the darkness. he knew they were all waiting to eat him.
"You know there is only one way out of this, max." a soft feminine voice said in his head. "you need to appear strong while convincing them you are not . Ivtxo had some one waiting at the council building so he could attack you the minute you were no longer an officer of the law. they all know they can kill you with impunity now."
"He knew about us, max. he forced me into the form of the chair you were sitting on. he wanted to make me devour you. I stayed as that chair immobile and unchanging for the better part of a year, except when he would force me to change because he needed a toilet, or wanted me to stimulate certain appendages."
The intense communication had stimulated Max's own lucidity to spite his injuries. he replied in thought to his lover "last time i try to filibuster a demon-lord" and "don't worry gorgeous, you are going to get your green card out of eternal damnation.( or i am going to get chewed to death slowly by a thousand tiny mouths)."
He spoke to the hungry demonic horde before him in a hoarse but unshakable voice...
"Your former master challenged me to combat, I beat him twice. Two of your own bore witness. by your custom I claim all that is his. My first order is that all here may take all his belongings, and the stores of the place above the floor belong to you now. Go get them."
Max passed out as the female demon incased him in her own form hissing at the demon horde, and twist dragged his feared claws along the dungeon wall creating sparks as he watched protectively over his friend.
Many demons ran off as fast as they could into the keep to beat the others to centuries of loot collected by their master, others moved off slowly not wanting any trouble, while the smaller demons, knowing they would be overpowered in any attempt to gain wealth began to devour the corpse of their former master like a swarm of frenzied may-flies in the hopes of gaining some of his power. one massive demon that looked like a cross between a grizzly and and iguana stayed silently watching as slowly changed colors. Twist looked and the creature, and it nodded, and began to relight the lanterns as it watched the door.
Twist formed himself into his healing form that looked like a muscular black and red manta-ray with numerous tentacles where the mouth and tail would have been, and wrapped himself around his friends arm.
A few moments after max had re awakened a fat pockmarked blueish-green imp with blisters that would pop and burst into tiny fox fire like flames dropped a bundle before the female demon that was still protectively cradling max.
Dark tendrils composed of solidified shadow emerged from her and unwrapped the burgundy cloth to reveal a Neanderthal shaped skull coated in a greenish silver. from it's half opened mouths emerged three chains. the outer two were about 4 feet in length and connected to realistic sculpted bronze hands with symbols engraved on them. the central chain emerged from a meso-American style tongue and connected to a iron stylus.
"WE need to get started max" she said as she rested the skull on his stomach.
Max had already begun to heal remarkably, and the burning sensation all over his body had dimmed to just some dull pain on the side of his body opposite twist. The demon shifter her body to cradle max more comfortably upright. "you need to put the hands on your shoulders dear"'
she helped him with the side of immobilized arm. as soon as the hands where positioned properly on his shoulders they began to move and grab on to his body with a terrible force driving needles from the fingertips into the veins around his neck. Blood flowed through the sinister hands coiling around the chain in a small rivulet that was adding weight to the skull resting on his stomach. The last thing he saw before his mind awoke in another time and place was a monstrous antlered shadow slowly move into the room at an even glide.
see you next time for our next diabolical installment
" 0878"
Naming Demons three
Max's head was still throbbing and his ears were still ringing. His eyes couldn't completely focus, but he could feel things in addition to the several flavors of pain running through him. There was he short stabbing pain, the dull constant, pain, and the burning pain. He could also feel oily tentacles slithering under his head and neck. He felt a muscular shape constricting around his arm, and driving pointed elastic tendrils into his veins.
As he moved his head he began to focus on the only illumination he could see, there were two pulsing red spheres hovering above his head in the engulfing darkness. as he focused the spheres became two catlike demonic eyes, with the pupils glowing in pulses with a warm red light. the spheres lit the middle of a mask-like flawless beautiful pure white feminine face. The eyes looked down on the injured man and the face offered up a wicked smile as fresh blood ran from her mouth a small agile tongue came out of the mouth and licked some blood of a fang.
Max recognized the look in the creatures eyes. Demonic eyes pulsed like that after after they had gorged themselves on blood or flesh, and rendered themselves partially intoxicated. As he wondered where the demonhad received a fresh supply of food, the inventory of his present state max was running in the back of his mind discovered that the only part of his body that didn't ache was his injured leg, and he could not feel it at all.
more tentacles wove there way under max from out of the blackness and began to life him towards the bloody mouth.
"..I missed you, baby.."
The demon purred from the back of it's throat and caressed max tenderly on the chin with a tendril composed ofsolidified darkness. It brought the tendril affectionately down his neck. when it hit the raw burnt skin of hischest he screamed out in pain, but he also screamed out in horror nearly as genuine of that he had experiencedmere moments ago.
His chest hair had all been burnt off. his manly pelt of pride he had primped and coiffed for decades was nomore.
The demonic spoke in a familiar sultry and melodic voice as the eyes looked down at his chest ." I am going to miss it too, But we need to focus On getting you a name, before they are done looting, and there isa lot to be done."
The warm black velvet feeling embraced him again spawning tiny mouths to kiss him on different parts ofhis body, as she removed the remaining shreds of his burnt and tattered suit.
don't forget the next action-packed episode " A Name From Hell"
As he moved his head he began to focus on the only illumination he could see, there were two pulsing red spheres hovering above his head in the engulfing darkness. as he focused the spheres became two catlike demonic eyes, with the pupils glowing in pulses with a warm red light. the spheres lit the middle of a mask-like flawless beautiful pure white feminine face. The eyes looked down on the injured man and the face offered up a wicked smile as fresh blood ran from her mouth a small agile tongue came out of the mouth and licked some blood of a fang.
Max recognized the look in the creatures eyes. Demonic eyes pulsed like that after after they had gorged themselves on blood or flesh, and rendered themselves partially intoxicated. As he wondered where the demonhad received a fresh supply of food, the inventory of his present state max was running in the back of his mind discovered that the only part of his body that didn't ache was his injured leg, and he could not feel it at all.
more tentacles wove there way under max from out of the blackness and began to life him towards the bloody mouth.
Join us next time for another new episode in the thrilling adventures of max patski, and his demon twist, but wait...
"..I missed you, baby.."
The demon purred from the back of it's throat and caressed max tenderly on the chin with a tendril composed ofsolidified darkness. It brought the tendril affectionately down his neck. when it hit the raw burnt skin of hischest he screamed out in pain, but he also screamed out in horror nearly as genuine of that he had experiencedmere moments ago.
His chest hair had all been burnt off. his manly pelt of pride he had primped and coiffed for decades was nomore.
The demonic spoke in a familiar sultry and melodic voice as the eyes looked down at his chest ." I am going to miss it too, But we need to focus On getting you a name, before they are done looting, and there isa lot to be done."
The warm black velvet feeling embraced him again spawning tiny mouths to kiss him on different parts ofhis body, as she removed the remaining shreds of his burnt and tattered suit.
don't forget the next action-packed episode " A Name From Hell"
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.
"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.
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.
"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.
Naming demons one
All his local demons addressed each other formally. the first part was always Mr., Ms. or some royal title that was followed by one to three words that could be verbs adjectives or nouns like Mr. Broken Glass, DameNeedles, Sir Back Alley, Baron Last Glass, or lady Black Mouth. Max's best friend of the past 6 years was referred to as Mr. Twist.
He sat a roughly carved stone chair in a shadowy dungeon-like room made from black rock that was lit by far too few oil lanterns hanging from the walls. His hand shook from fear and blood loss as he leaned back and lit up a small cigar he pulled from the pocket of an expensive suit that had a series of slowly bleeding gashes along the left arm.
By the time Twist had delivered his 5th blow to the demonic body on the floor, a retractable pen with a strange ivory tip exposed dislodged itself from one of the rolls of fat in the creatures neck, and the sound of a gas releasing echoed in the room as the horrible creature began to move. First a spider like limb came out from the bottom of it shell, and severed the leg Twist had been balancing himself on as he kicked it, sending him to the ground in a writhing mass. then more legs came out from the base of it's shell and it began to right itself and focus all it's terrible now bubbling and swirling fluid filled eyes focused on the man sitting in the stone chair who had just nearly brought an end to it's several millenniums of existence.
The shadows in the room began to move with a will of their own as it moved towards Max with all of it's mouths gnashing teeth and uttering different terrible blasphemies in languages forgotten to men
He sat a roughly carved stone chair in a shadowy dungeon-like room made from black rock that was lit by far too few oil lanterns hanging from the walls. His hand shook from fear and blood loss as he leaned back and lit up a small cigar he pulled from the pocket of an expensive suit that had a series of slowly bleeding gashes along the left arm.
" ..What in the hell do we do now Twist?"
The corpse looked like a giant corpulent snail with 7 massive human mouths stacked on on top of each other each open and breathless spilling a foul yellow drool and massive blasphemous tongues on the the floor. The 6 eyes on top of the head didn't look like normal human or animal eyes but like like semi-opaque bubbles filled with stagnant pools of grease. the creature also was releasing small stream of steam and gas from it's body as if it was beginning to cook from the inside filling the room with a growing amount of warmth and a terrible stench.
By the time Twist had delivered his 5th blow to the demonic body on the floor, a retractable pen with a strange ivory tip exposed dislodged itself from one of the rolls of fat in the creatures neck, and the sound of a gas releasing echoed in the room as the horrible creature began to move. First a spider like limb came out from the bottom of it shell, and severed the leg Twist had been balancing himself on as he kicked it, sending him to the ground in a writhing mass. then more legs came out from the base of it's shell and it began to right itself and focus all it's terrible now bubbling and swirling fluid filled eyes focused on the man sitting in the stone chair who had just nearly brought an end to it's several millenniums of existence.
The shadows in the room began to move with a will of their own as it moved towards Max with all of it's mouths gnashing teeth and uttering different terrible blasphemies in languages forgotten to men
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