SATANIC SITE

Episode 11

I pretended to be the boy who first discovered the scene of the crime. People immediately crowded swarmed the old counter where last night there was a life battle. I saw the mothers of traders and mas-mas asongan showed a horrified face as well as relief. I even heard someone chuckle the mantab. I know those who are often oppressed by six young men.

The blood that had slipped out of the crack of the door was still rushing to flood the floor. Sayup-sayup heard a groaning sound from inside. The terminal officer forcibly opened the lock that I threw away last night. Another officer entered through a broken glass window. The mothers hysterically exclaimed independence when they saw six young men with shattered forms. It's like being run over by a bus or a garbage truck. They're covered in blood. They were without clothes at all. One of them was a pudgy penis, from which he shed a lot of blood, like a pee that denied out. One of them had his jaw almost gone. Two of them had their eyelids torn off, revealing a red-veined eyeball and almost broke. Wounds are on their bodies. Gaping and not stopping the blood. Their fingers don't want to go in his direction. Broken-up. His ears are broken. One of them was still biting off that severed ear. They were found lying helplessly, with dashed breaths, in positions away from each other. Terminal officers brought police in. Mothers and money-seekers in the often-oppressed terminals told the police to just arrest them. The troublemakers caused the terminal to be deserted by tourists. The police came with an ambulance, six young men who were lanes of his body were carried carelessly by those who were vengeful. They simply threw the wounded bodies of the six young men into the ambulance. Of all the people, I grinned the widest. I'm content. I was content to see the terminal people who were oppressed, feeling free. I felt an abstract bond appear within me. I have to protect them. With this hand. With this Devil's Father.

For a while I was at the terminal. Get to know the mothers of fried traders and mas-mas asongan cigarette and soft drink sellers. I helped them voluntarily. Deliver drinks to buyers. I'm not demanding payment. But those who feel helped by me, like to give me a few thousand. I was even given a free meal by Bu Janur, the owner of the dining room inside the terminal. From him I know how happy the merchants are for the young bastards. But he also warned, usually there will be those who take the stage again power-mad. In my heart I said, take it easy, whoever it is, I will exterminate it with the hands of this demon. I watched my right hand with pride.

The demon bocel has disappeared. I know he's been released. But I don't know. I'm not sure. It seemed like he had vanished from being defeated by a demon superior to him. The Midget Satan. Their body sizes are much different. The Midget Demon stood not up to the knee of the Bocel Demon. But, in the last third of the night when I launched my act of revenge, the Midget Demon chuckled while pulling from the free air, I think the Bocel Demon he was pulling, because I felt my right hand like there was pressure. Like a blockage of snot or pus that is stubborn does not want to come out. The Midget Demon forced out the Bocel Demon. I saw the Bocel Demon begging for mercy so that he would not be eaten. He knew that the Midget Devil was more powerful than he was. The Bocel Demon was unable to resist. He held onto the short legs of the Wart-filled Midget Demon while asking for forgiveness.

There is a bit of compassion that rises from my heart. But I ignored. Stupid Time with the Bocelian Devil.

Then I could see how the demons devoured the demons. The Midget Demon who had a big head and directly connected to his shoulders and chest, without a neck, opened his mouth. I was shocked and uncomfortable to see that. But I forced. As the master of the demons, I must withstand the horrifying and disgusting sight. The Midget Satan's upper head, ranging from the upper lip to the crown, separated with the lower jaw that connects to the ear. The mouth is torn circular until it leaves only a thin skin that connects the lower jaw and upper jaw and the rest. Hence he could open his mouth wide and his meter-long tongue could be wrapped around the body of the Bocel Demon. I saw a hole in the esophagus that was shaking the greenish-acid liquid so wide like a giant cauldron. Though the body of the Midget Demon was that small. The occult is confusing. Just know it can look like that. The tongue of the Midget Demon had perfectly wrapped around the tall body of the Bocel Demon. His tongue then made the position of Devil Bocel hovering over the wide mouth of acid-melting bubbling Demon Midgets. Then it was magical afterwards. Only the Devil Bocel vanished like fart smoke in the whirlwind. I thought I'd see a scene like a python eating a crocodile. Magical is magical. I salute the Midget Devil. I clapped for him.

I told him too, I would only channel the demons in my right-handed occult hotel to the evil people who were troubling the oppressed masses. I think he nodded approvingly, then I saw him stick out his tongue again, which I can now see clearly, it turned out that his side was sharp thorny, wrapped around his right hand, he made his right hand stump. Turnip. His fist fluttered on the ground like a severed lizard. And mad, he ate his own hands. That I know, he did so he could borrow my right hand to net more demons.

Alright. That means I'll experience bloody hands and the smell of carrion again. And this also means that I have a challenge in order to reclaim my right hand. I should be able to go to class. Make the Midget Devil let me do it myself, later. Now I want to rest first, cape also sucked up a lot of demons then made people into a trance and slaughtered each other. They deserve it.

I have a special place in the terminal. That's in the attic, where I staked out six rancid bastards first. I didn't tell anyone about my place. Let me, errat, Midget Satan, work in the silence of the night.

Clean this terminal of nosy demons. Yes, from Bu Janur, I found information about demons who like to appear at night. Sometimes night bus passengers ever see them. In the form of a white man without a face. Bu Janur himself had seen a small tuyul with an anal opening. Shit, it's tuyul bald, anal-faced. I became a pecker imagining it.

But I didn't expect. The Midget Demon worked more horribly than the Bocel Demon. This time, I woke up with my whole body covered in blood.