SATANIC SITE

Episode 7's

MY NOSE smells of thick blood. The blood that wrapped my right hand. Besides, I smelled faintly the smell of carrion. I'm still in a moment of grief. Paralyzed. Non-polytic. My eyeballs can move. I was about to moan but not power. Then I followed the motion of the Bocel Demon who was pacing around in the movement of his dragged legs. His long left hand was now rubbing the ceiling from the zinc of my room. I can see him laughing. It's not good to really listen to his laughter which is like a broken selep machine.

My right hand is still in the upward position. The fingers I can't pin. I went from that Bocel Demon to my hand. I'm not sure, but it looks like the blood wrapped around my hand seems to be flowing. There was a tingling impression on my skin.

I could feel my heart pounding as the uncomfortable feeling of this paralysis intensified. Fucking Devil Boy. Using my right hand, now he's left me paralyzed like this. I was struggling to move the muscles, but there was no result of the slightest movement.

The laughter of the dilapidated creepy-machine Devil Bocel licked my ears. Add to this discomfort. Now I saw the Bocel Demon standing still in the doorway of my room made of weathered wood. I saw her feathers twisting as if she had a life of her own. His bloody and fire-like head was burning. He turned suddenly towards me. His left hand held his right stump. He laughed while showing off the blood spray that came out from the end of the buttocks of his right hand.

God fucking. The Bocel Demon was painting my room with blood. The smell of blood was getting stronger in my nose. After not sparing a single speck, the Devil Bocel sprayed me with blood from his groin. Yeah, he's not wearing pants. His blood-throwing device was hidden behind a long hair that dangled from the stomach. He sibak and found out there was some kind of penis there. I'm confused, this Bocel Demon is a boy or a girl? Or not a sissy? This question scares me. The blood that gushed from the end of his dick that was as stupefied as his right hand, tasted salty. God fucking. I coughed and in the end I was able to move. I vomited, having been freed from the snare of paralysis.

The Bocel Demon laughed insolently. Me and my room were full of blood.

By the time the Bocel Demon stopped laughing and fluttered his hands randomly in the air, the blood that had engulfed me and the rest of my room, was slowly disappearing. Damn, already free from the trap of paralysis, it is now I become a puppet of the Bocel Demon. He controls me like a rope puppet. God fucking. I'm bersengin nagging, but apparently the entanglement of his control is stronger. He doesn't care about me swearing all out, in my head. I can only cough, I can't talk.

He told me through a thought-provoking conversation. He will always be able to control me if I still haven't fed him. Son of a bitch, already a parasite in my body, now he's asking me to feed him? Not want.

I regret saying that. Regretting with a curse. The Devil Bocel choked me from afar. He said again, through my mind. He questioned my grudge against the people who had wretched my mother. I was told by imbeciles and other degrading terms that were equivalent to animals, perceiving dogs, fag cats, kutilan pigs, and that I was weak and cowardly.

I don't like hearing it. I replace it with words of mockery that are more or less the same low: jurig dick pedot, cost-bearing child, parasitic bastard, dajjal buluan, and others. I don't accept cowards. I will avenge me, Bocel!

Idiot, don't you know that I can help you? he said with a softened voice. It makes me more uncomfortable, suddenly he's so soft? Oh the target he's soft. But still, strange. Especially with his voice that was like zinc swiped into a fine cement wall.

He told me that my right hand could make all that happen. He gave me evidence with examples of victims who ran away in fear like being threatened by jurig when I scooped them with my right hand. I think it's true too. Mana can ordinary hands make such an impact if not plastered with delicate creatures.

He just wanted to call me smart if I wanted to develop this ability with him. He'll guide me. I will be feared by many, especially those who have made my mother die. I'll be scared by bandits, thugs, mobsters, even cops. My right hand has potential, he said. And that depends on me. Do that or not. Otherwise, the Bocel Demon would always do this every night. It paralyzed me and let me wake up and watch him take off my right hand and hunt for blood. God fucking.

Decide what, Bocel? I want to get you out of my body!

Can't do. You have to prove first that you can throw me out.

How-to?

By seeking a demon stronger than me.

Goddammit! What the fuck else this is.

He told me about the hunt he did with my right hand. He ate cemen demons and sometimes challenged demons of his caliber to fight, the losers would be eaten. And all this time, he had always won and managed to eat at least hundreds of demons. You're a cannibal, I said. Satan eats demons better than humans eat humans, he replied. Fuck, silly proverb where's that from?

So look, he continued, my hand that can make people in the fog frightened and frustrated at the same time is because of the demons that the Bocel Demon ate. So he paid for the privilege of my right hand that could be his place to take is to deposit the demon he had eaten to be channeled into the magical space in my right hand.

Ah bastard, I don't understand.

So when I scoop the face of the person I hate, one demon will be channeled. Make that person a new host. Easier, I made that guy slingshot. Goddamn it, I'm so horrified. I made people into a trance!

And later on, the people I had demonized in the recesses of his soul, could be my slaves in the future. Or it's up to me what I want those people to do. The Bocel Demon asked me to find one that was stronger than him. Because he confessed, long ago he cape hunting demons. He did the hunt because he was under contract with my right hand. Damn, creepy is also my right hand. Unaware I grinned like the devil was plotting the worst propaganda.

So in other words, I'm the boss of the devil.