SATANIC SITE

Episode 8

MY GRUDGE continues to be burned by the Bocelian Devil. Don't let my mother's death go to waste, he said. Yes I know, I will not let the bastard live quietly. As long as they have not been subjected to my torment, I will not stop. Good, you don't have to kill them. Damn, I actually wanted to kill them. My mother's life cost a hundred of their lives. It's good they keep it nice to live while my mom doesn't.

Bocel's demon said the demon I'd channeled through my arms would make them miserable, more miserable than my mother's life story. Then I agree. I think again, it's good that they died. Death is final, with no possibility, unless they go to hell at some point. Torture the grave, where I know, I can't see. I want torment I can witness. And that can only be done if they are still alive. The Bocel Devil told me that the demons I channeled would later suspend their deaths even if they tried to commit suicide by crashing into a truck or train, or plunging from a skyscraper. They will live with broken bones. Broken bones will they feel many times. They will not be allowed to faint, they will always be awake with their pain, even if they are taken to the hospital and drugged, they will be awake and consciously feel. Fuck you!

But all of that has conditions, said the Bocel Demon. I myself have to hunt down demons to be put into the magical space in my right hand. Then what do you want, Bocel Demon? A leave? He said he would only be in action at night. He's cape. Buset, can demons cape too?

Of course cape especially if burdened with occult contracts. He's been tied to my right hand ever since I was thirteen. He accidentally passed near me time at the fish market and knew he was being sucked into the magical room in my right hand. He could not escape the entanglement of the contract until I could find a replacement, or I could independently search for demons to inhabit the magical space in my right hand.

God fucking. My right hand is apparently the hotel of the demons. Ha-has. Unlike most hotels, they do not stay voluntarily. I asked the Bocel Demon what exactly was in my right hand. He can't answer. Perhaps a demon above his calibre could answer, I was encouraged to search.

He revealed what would happen if I who now know about my right hand but still do not want to carry out his advice, will be hit by the death of the closest people in the near future. Damn it, I immediately thought of Yut Kasmijan. Well, I can't. Don't let that happen. Even though I know Yut Kasmijan is a little more contracted time in the world, I still don't want him to leave too soon.

All right, I'll hunt.

Well that's it, just okay, not stupid anymore.

Taik.

I just take the necessary stuff. Anyway, I got all my clothes from the clothesline of the tyrant. The necessary item was a leather wallet containing a photo of my mother. The wallet has no money. But I have a way to get that wallet in there. I'll rent this zinc and triplex house. All right, then I entrust it to Yut Kasmijan alone for the rental business and his whining.

I'm waiting for Yut Kasmijan to go home selling crackers at the crossroad. When I saw him he was very happy. He hugged me tightly. He said he was worried about me half dead. I said I'm home. He wondered why his call had not been answered. I replied that I had calmed down again for my mother's death. Yut Kasmijan understands.

Yut Kasmijan said: everyone will die, just biding their time. He said he was waiting his turn. Damn, this old man doesn't know what if I'm always sad to think he's dead. Throwing that away I just say my intention, I want to travel. I'm gonna go find some money. Get out of the house. I'll be back here once in a while. For that I want to leave my house to Yut Kasmijan. If anyone wants to rent, it is allowed. Later the money Yut Kasmijan save and use for daily needs, pity cape, right, every day pretending to be blind for the sale of crackers. I just need a little bit of the rent, once a month or two I'll take.

Yut Kasmijan glazed over his eyes. She rubbed my hair with gratitude. How glorious I am. Honestly, I don't really like this kind of sentiment. Makes me want to cry. The activities I don't like the most. Because my nose would run out for hours afterwards. After leaving the key to my rusty padlock, the nights I immediately went hunting.

The first potential location is an old warehouse that has been abandoned for years and likes to be used by young people to pervert during the day. I suspect there are many tuyulnya because the perverted young men prefer to vomit semen into the wall rather than be expelled into the womb of the couple. It's good, really, giggly.

The Bocel Demon agreed to my idea. He said there are many demons there. It's good for me to practice. But I asked him to set an example first. Okay, said.

It's pretty easy if I see. The Bocel Demon came out of my body as usual. Buluan height and ugly face former rinsed tronton truck. He must have borrowed my hand. I was amazed at myself who was not surprised to see all that. The Bocel Demon doesn't make me paralyzed. My hands were temporarily puffed up, without being wrapped in blood. It's a bit itchy to know your hand is not in place but there is an urge to move your finger. The Bocel Demon stood towering with its three meter long hand stretching to the right left. He's targeting the corners of the old barn. His hand swept the area. I saw his eyes burning red and blood blazing like the fire on his head that was getting brighter as he devoured the demons that were reaching him. I faintly heard the screams of those cemen demons.

I was amazed at myself. I didn't shake a bit for fear of seeing this. I, a human boy, was alone in a soft old building. I actually exclamation myself to see the Bocel Demon eating the demons that had accumulated in his palm. His mouth is full of magical blood. It drops and disappears in the air. The Bocel Demon appeared its fangs. His body is getting denser. I feel strong.

When he finished, he returned my right hand. I felt my hands as if they were covered with ants. That was said the Bocel Demon, the demons he had eaten were choosing a temporary stopover room. Attractively. I grinned wider. The demon Bocel sat down leha-leha while I watched my right hand more closely. I could faintly sense there was a pulsation of magical energy from the demons that the Bocel Demon had eaten inside the abstract space of my right hand. In my mind now revolved around the torment that the people I was about to pursue were going through. I made them possessed and hurt themselves.