SATANIC SITE

Episodes 10

I want to see the blood bath. Sapid. I don't know why I like the smell of blood. Since I have been able to suck a demon into my hand, I no longer experience bloody hands every morning. That's why I miss the smell of blood. I suppose. But, the blackened hands still happened. This time accompanied by a very itchy feeling on the right palm. Itching like it's been used as a cattle farm for caterpillars. I want to scratch it with a shovel and a crowbar. Surprisingly, if my hands were blackened and then the smell of carrion, now that I can hunt the devil myself, it smells like a jasmine garden. I was horrified by myself. For a long time I had never smelled such a strong fragrance, reminding me of death.

I am like a walking coffin adorned with thousands of jasmine strands.

Clenching and flexing my fingers, I felt my new self. The ones full of excitement are eager to pay for revenge. Revenge to me is debt. I owe my mother. Mothers who have been damaged by the environment and humans are dilapidated. I'd rather be a demon and punish them than be a good boy and do nothing. Ha-has.

Blood pool. I want to create a blood pool tonight. I want to see my people in it. In the blood that comes out of themselves. Ha-has. Fun like. Maybe I need to bring some grilled corn. Sitting in a nice corner while watching my victims fight each other uncontrollably. The image of a pool of blood unfailing in my mind as I stalked the young men who once tried my mother. The day is past Magrib. They were ready with booze and cigarettes. I saw six of them. Fit. The six of them who have never caught my hand. Three of them are on my face. They sing indistinctly. Their voices are like goats in copulation. Sometimes it turns into a cat fight. This is the fourth night I'm stalking them. Every night they always invite call girls to be poked from any hole.

In a room of a former ticket booth company bus provider that has gone bankrupt, they make love to ramairamai. Their sweat smells of perverted demons. I think every drop of sweat will incarnate into new demons that will always fill their brains with dilapidated human horns. Lower acts of demonic behavior. What, I haven't channeled the demons they've been dogged.

Ah, I would be more than just channeling demons. This is the first conscious experiment I ever did. If what the Bocel Demon said was true, I would be happy. I'll see the blood coming soon tonight.

After Isya I saw three girls coming. I recognize them. They come regularly every night. Sometimes he brings another friend. But those three were the most diligent ones to appear. The three of them were willing to be poked through two holes. Since there are six dilapidated youths, I'm sure they will beat one girl at a time. They relax and drink. The beans are already wrapped up. Radio tuned to the lecture channel. Goddamned. They made meria accompanied by a lecture about the afterlife. Depraved right. They just did that tonight. I shook my head in wonder.

Two or three hours passed with them throwing indecent chatter and pretentious sentences criticizing the government. The terminal is getting quieter. The last bus has left. The broomstickers are in action. After the broomsticks went home, they made fun. They don't lock the doors of used locker rooms. There is a wind coming in, he said. Let the people who call the terminal know, they can do it at will in the terminal. They're terminal rulers.

Three girls take off their clothes by shaking. The background of the lecture is still not over. The button was swirled in the air and thrown away, inviting the laughter of six young men. Here, my right hand is already very itchy. Six young men had already taken off their clothes and the mighty rod they were already on stood up. I'm really disgusted to see it. I'm sure one of those rods is a pan. But still, the three girls loved to stumble at the stem like a piece of ice covered in frozen chocolate. They greedily.

I cape saw them making fun. The night before, they could make love for four hours. The young men had already squashed their studs in the first half hour of the game. But they immediately downed the powerful medicine and then beat up again. Mani they spray on every girl's face. Some of them like to swallow. I decided tonight I wouldn't watch. There is no benefit to me either. Sex becomes a shopping list that I have to cross in life. I am disgusted by the relationship of the two sexes. Disaster source. I suppose.

I just watched my right hand. I can hear the demons in there banging on the door of the occult hotel. They can't wait to get out. All right, you'll be out soon, patient my demons. I checked again after two hours. They're still playing. I saw one girl already KO. Teler was unconscious. I can clearly see the vaginal opening and the anus dower. The girl straddles carelessly.

All right, I'll wait another two hours.

Two hours past. I'm ready for action. I peeked at them from the ceiling. They're already pat. Okay, this is the time.

I came out from the corner of the used counter ceiling. I'm crawling on the wall like a big gecko. They were patted with gaping mouths and snoring. I acted in silence. Scooping their faces one by one without saying anything. I am a cruel vengeance that comes to them secretly.

I drowned my palms deeply into their faces. I felt a strong urge to make their faces crumble. I'm sure I can do that right now. But my plan is not so. My hands are dirty enough to touch their skin. I'm sure the six demons in my hand have possessed them. I left them by stepping over the naked bodies of three slumbering girls. I don't have to scoop up those three girls. Let them be witnesses to the bloodshed soon. Ha-has. I got out of the old counter and locked the door from the outside, I padlocked it with the padlock I had provided from the next counter. It's gonna be an interesting show. I took a seat and positioned myself at some fathoms from the door of the counter. I've heard a loud roar from one of the young men.

Then followed the sound of bogem hitting each other. Then the cry of the hysterical call girls wanted to get out but couldn't. I sent the order to the six young men that they would wound each other with bare hands. Whether it's with a bogem blow or a nail claw full of dirt.

My heart was pounding with enthusiasm. I didn't have to watch the show hurt each other. I simply listened from the outside and looked around for the smell of blood in the air. I won't tell them to stop until I see blood seeping through the door slit.

I was shocked by the sound of broken glass. The three call girls were desperate to escape from the life fight in the counter. I think they accidentally got hit by a bogem. They broke the glass until it could allow them to climb out of it. They don't care about those who are still undressed. I saw the boobs of one of them bleeding scratched glass. Ha-has. They were astonished to see me so relaxed facing the door of the counter.

I also did not allow them to kill. It's good to just die. They must feel pain. And at any time if I wanted to, I would have told them to hurt themselves again. Someday.

The Bocel Demon is not a prank. I don't know where he's going. I lost her presence in my hands. Stupid time.

While I was enjoying the first hour of the life-saving event, and had already found what I wanted, which was blood slipping from the crack of the door of the counter, there was a laugh chuckling beside me. I turned my head and found a demon that was uglier than the Bocelian Devil. And miraculously, his dwarf form scares me. Less comfortable to be exact. It's good that I admit to being scared. Kan, I told you, I'm not afraid of anything right now.

This new demon that appeared was enjoying the life battle I was making. She's gleeful. It is characterized by its long tongue that moves like a mating snake on the ground. I'll call him the Midget Devil. Suit.