My lips were splattered in blood and my tongue licked them clean, the coppery taste exquisite. My concentration lapsed everything fell back to normal speed. The body in front of me doubled up and collapsed. Behind; the two headless bodies crouched to the left and to the right; collapsed in different directions. This revealed the scene behind the doorway.
Taking everything in at a glance I turned back to Judith and smiled. But Judith was not at the height of my gaze. I looked down and saw her in terrible contractions. I noticed some strange liquid dripping in mucous goo down the iron grill of the fire escape, splashing upwards as it landed down below.
I did not have time for this I turned back to my opponents. Jay shouldered past me and aimed his gun at God, who was there on his own. The gun shook, he didn’t fire. Jane burst out of the adjoining room firing rounds into God with her little Dillinger. They bounced off his head and body, nothing but a small chip flying off the mask like face. God laughed, “ha’-ha” the laugh turned into a belly laugh, “hah-hah-hah!” then a doubled up boom laugh, “Oh hah-hah-hah!” he got down on his knees and hit the floor theatrically, cracking its wooden floor boards “Oh dear, oh dear.”
Jay turned around as if to run, stopped when he got to me, paused; hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. Something fell into my pocket and I felt drained and weak, all my power gone. I pointed my gun at God any way, without hope, and I fired it repeatedly, two, three, four times. The bullets fell from the muzzle onto the floor in a clutter as I lowered it in dismay. God just looked on, a faint smile on what passed as his lips.
I reached into my jean pocket for the paper curse. It was stuck, immovable; as I tugged it neither did the paper tare.
Jane threw her gun down on the ground, tears adorned her eyes and she cried into her hands and shook “ahh!”
Judith continued to wreath on the ground in the throws of labour, she looked on at the scene and cried harder “ahh!”
Jay looked around at the scene his face in anguish, the way he was looking around he was considering leaving before things got nasty and his conscience heavier.
God got up off the ground his wooden face creaked under the strain of a huge grin, showing sharpened teeth, picking up lengths of rope from the desk I had not noticed. He picked me up and I struggled futilely as he wrapped it around me defeating my efforts with simple movements of a hand and trussing me up hand and feet. He did the same with Judith, tying her legs together too preventing her from giving birth. Then he tested the knots, made sure they were good and tight. Then he got a jar off the table and sort of poured Judith in it. He looked around at Jane and Jay shivering like the room had become a big fridge, considered them too inconsequential to bother with and shrugged his huge pin striped shoulders.
There was a loud commotion from down below, but nobody appeared here, they were being kept busy, if I was closer to the door, I thought, I could see what was happening.
I looked back at God feeling helpless, now it would all begin; his relentless revenge.
God picked up the jar with Judith in it; there were holes in the top so she could breathe. She fluttered about on her wings inside struggling with her tied body, looking just like a butterfly. She was still in contractions, screaming loudly, screams echoing quietly around the room and vibrating the Jar as she was prevented from giving birth “ahhhhhhhh” one long scream. God rattled the jar till her wings crumbled and her molecules rose up to escape the jar, he put it to his long nose and sniffed.
God spoke in reverence, and a buttered slice of humour “ahh the scent of the scarlet whore, to know her completely, shatter her and taste her and watch her reform, no harm done-yet.” He sniffed harder then put his nose in the air. Then he put the jar on his desk where it shook and moved as Judith flew into its sides.
Jane bolted for the door but God grabbed and held on to her by her knickers as she scrambled away. “Not so fast. I have some joyous plans for you.”
God picked Jane up in the air effortlessly, exhibiting tremendous strength. He held her against the wall, knocking her head, and picked off her bra with two fingers, destroying the cusp. Then he lifted her higher as she struggled and screamed plucked her pink knickers off down over her wriggling, kicking feet. God stretched his broad back to make the journey of the entire length of her body. Jane bit his hand and chewed a mouth full of spirit flesh that came off shredded in her mouth; she spat it in his face and smiled. Then she stuck her tongue out. God laughed and the flesh grew back.
God roared with laugher, “the Scarlet Whore and Satan’s precious selected concubine in one. This I will enjoy, are you watching Lucifer?”
I spat out sarcastically, pretending to be unmoved “I’ve seen the movie now the play. And you do like to ‘play’, don’t you God?”
“Oh it’s all in the play, the plays the thing” God commented in a drone, paying more interest to what he had in his huge hands.
God threw Jane to the floor, unbuttoned his trousers and with sizable cock held delicately in his hand, pushed it up the dizzy, half conscious Jane. “You remind me of Marry, you hardly move.” God joked.
Jane came around with that and looked at me, her mouth opened wide in disgust and humiliation. Then she looked at Jay who was free.
Jay looked agonised and then he said “Hey now God, come on. I never read this part in the fucking bible.”
God ignored Jay and smiled tauntingly at me as he shunted in powerful jerks, up on one hand “are you watching Lucifer? That’s the fun part for me.”
I said nothing and seethed in helpless hatred. I was thinking about doing the same to him.
God went “Oh-oh.” and finished off with one powerful shove; no staying power. He smiles drunkenly and wickedly at me.
I hissed under my breath “You are so going to die next time around.”
Jane was left on the floor she looked at me and cried silently.
As God pulled up his pants he said to Jay “Now it’s you’re turn to prove your loyalty, give her one.”
“Oh, okay” said Jay in a friendly manner smiling, he turned and hugged me “sorry Jon”.
Jay went over to God and patted his back and then shook his hand eagerly, an intent smile was on his face “Thanks for the opportunity”.
God withdrew his hand and looked at it, there was a piece of paper stuck to it with symbols on, he looked frantic and tried desperately to pull it off, he tore at it frantically. Jay moved well back, his face now showing righteous anger, flickering over to fear and back again.
Jay quizzed God turning his head and examining him, “You’re powerless? Good!” Jay moved his left arm back and stepped into it, taking a good swing at God that rocked his head. Satisfied Jay moved well back “I’ve been wanting to do that for fucking ages” he said smoothly nursing his fist and jumping for joy up and down on his toes.
I felt a surge of power in my body and gave a nasty laugh, “Your all mine!” I laughed at God, splitting off the hoops of rope on my body by tensing and flexing it. Ends of rope danced in the air happily.
Filled with power and joy I grabbed gods helpless right arm and twisted it behind is back, the paper curse crushing in his big fist, I slammed him against the wall near the door to the flaws below. The plaster cracked. I undid my fly and Gods trousers with my other hand, I struggled with the fastener and then they dropped, I laughed nastily because the big man looked silly as he snarled with his trousers round his ankles. “Hah-hah, how does it feel, how does it fucking feel” I shouted, getting close to his ear, reddening his ear with my hot breath.
I pushed my cock between his firm and cleft butt cheeks and entered, feeling the warmth of his ravaged entrails and slamming him repeatedly into the wall as I did. He roared as I pushed into him and literally flattened his body against the wall which cracked and split jagged like continual lightening strikes against him.
As I worked on I looked through the door next to my head and looked at the commotion down below. Colossus was working his way through the crowd; he threw a
large man in a fashionable wool cardigan over his shoulder. Then a woman with long varnished nails I could see from here ran and came at him. The reluctant crowd parted and held back as one big nervous entity. A right sock to the jaw took her down and she fell into the crowd that pushed her away. Colossus continued his Moses act of parting the sea of scared viscous hordes, reading them the riot act like scriptures, mouthing words I couldn’t hear and looking for (some woman’s) burning bush.
The crowd knew they were out matched by my men and held back. God had not chosen them well and they lacked both courage and conviction. Satan punched a man in a shirt, who came at him with a bottle, using the fist on the end of the long neck where I belonged, the man went down. Then with the swirling action of one long finger on the same hand, a woman in a low cut black number; had her ample bosom blow up with air and break out till scrambling she floated towards the ceiling, huge nipples twirling; under her skirt her Môn’s showed where her knickers should have been and between her moving legs, Colossus pointed and set a fire, he had his burning bush, he looked up at me and smiled, then smiled more when he saw what I was doing. Colossus and I had shared the same joke, not through telepathy but intimate knowledge of each other.
Face to face with God again I smiled into his roaring face. “Ahh, I’ve still had her, I’ve still had her and you can’t take it away from me” he snarled. His body crushed and fragmented against the wall, he managed to hold his head back and shook it powerfully. That is with the memory of lost power guiding his movements. He coughed painfully with his crushed lungs through broken ribs.
Jane got up and pleaded holding my arm “what are you doing, don’t do that just kill him.”
Jay had different ideas “Go on Monster fucking empty you’re sac!” He laughed a “ha-ha” and clapped his hands.
I did just that, throbbing into God with a powerful shudder and release into the soft enveloping flesh of his rectum.
At that moment a bouncer who had been at the doors downstairs no doubt, came into the room. Jay squeezed the squeezy bottle in his face from his pocket. The contact poison turned the man into rotting purple flesh that fell off his skeleton, as the man wild with an hallucination looked up at the ceiling and raised his arms romantically “Oh my Lucy!” The man sang; before falling in a heap of dissolved human garbage. As I tore at Gods head, trying to separate it from his shoulders, I wondered what the man had seen.
“I’m going down stairs with this stuff, its good!” smiled Jay.
Jane looked away from us and covered her eyes. In the midst of separating God’s head I heard a low scream under the din and I remembered. “Judith! Empty Judith from the bottle and untie her.”
Jay looked calm but panicked in his movements and a flicker on his face as he grabbed the Jar off the desk and opened its contents onto the floor. He picked her up and touched her small buckling form fascinated, he stroked her tiny legs and wings “Untie me you fool!” she screamed, breaking Jay’s reverie and he went about untying her.
Gods head came off in my hands, leaving some spinal chord; his face roared at me “Don’t leave anything, don’t leave a trace, I’ll crunch you into a little ball…” I took the opportunity to zip up my fly, though my cock dangled with a lazy God killing magnificence.
I replied to him, letting spittle land in his face, “You are now separate from your dick.”
I looked out of the door for it had gone silent down below. My men clapped their backs and rubbed their hands, they walked towards us to the stairs amongst twisted human wreckage, distorted, dead or mutated I only took a glance. I gave a quick wave and they waved back.
I sat on the floor and cracked the head against the floor boards trying to break it open as his mouth swore silently, beyond words. I tried to split the skull digging my fingers in it.
Jane looked on interested, and then she said “You look like a monkey trying to crack a coconut.”
There was a lot of work to do there, with that relationship. I got a good grip and tore his head apart; the flesh split jaggedly right down the middle. I knew what I had to do if I was to absorb his powers of creation and stop him coming back. I scooped a handful of brains and shoved them in my mouth; the taste was salty and repugnant. I scooped the rest and ate them too.
I heard the crying of a small child as I threw away the dead head without looking. Then I saw a dark haired boy. Looking about three and with a lithe athletic young frame, pale and perfect, the face angelic, he looked up. He was playing with the head. He took an eye out surprised at its roundness as he held it to his face; he rolled it on the floor and then put it in his mouth.
“Daddy!” the boy called happily.
I looked at Judith, back to her full sized formidable self. She smiled looking all mumsy. “That’s our future right there” she smiled, pointing a wavering finger at the boy. “All power to the imagination, what does that mean with the likes of us!” Judith laughed. “Everyone creating reality and living their desires with out restraint!” She laughed again. “Oh Satanism! It’s the future and I fucking love it!” She twirled around and lifted up our son “You’re daddy’s created a wonderful world for us, yes he has!” Then she laughed again and I wasn’t sure what she meant, it was something above Christian ideas about good and evil, it emphasised pleasure and fulfilment not pain and sufferance, a world this child of ours had been the first to step into.
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