Infernus

CHAPTER FOUR

“LESSONS TO LEARN”

Red, radiant in sweat and erotically glorious, spoke bile into the man’s mind. “My son, approach me.” His phallus was erect and stood straight along his heat-stretched jawbone.

The man, who no longer was the man he had been many thousands of centuries ago, walked in a regal fashion to his father.

“Lick the hair that is on top of my feet, slave.”

And he did, for three million generations’ worth of time. It has been said by some demon lords that soon (again the reference to time) there will be an inability to communicate anything in such concepts. These sayings must not be said in the first person or punishments will follow. For even thinking them.

In a standard generation (what the man is experiencing at this “moment”) the demon is describing (for the man) three sets of a dozen little plays called collectively The Writhings. He performed them upon a surface of the man’s skin for many millennia. The plays enabled all to feel the pain at once. It was exquisite.

ONE LESSON

A woman, who was skinless, asked Red and the man if they knew where The Domes of Wares could be found.

She bled while standing there.

They ignored her, for she was full of foolish talk.

“Ah,” said the demon. “Watch these large black stones slam hard on the rock. I shall now cover myself like a blanket.” A great viscous liquid exploded into his beard and continued flowing until his whole body was lost in the glue of it.

The man walked over to his father and began licking as an animal will when it wants to remove afterbirth from its young.

“For doing that service,” the demon said, “I will grant you a present. Feast from the part of my body of your choice. I will let you eat me.”

The man, who was now one with Red, pulled a large dark foot into his lap. With effort, he drew it to his lips. The toe pushed past his ragged gums and shattered teeth. He tasted the dry saltiness of the digit before he began to gnash through it. Red gasped, but else, said naught.

The man moaned as he sucked the blood through the wound. He swallowed the toe and it fell, hissing, into his empty stomach. He loved his master even more.

“My son,” the demon began, with blood dripping from the corners of his mouth. “Now we are one, and ever will be for eternity. My love to you.”

As the man heard these words echoing through the flames, he realized that Red was digging into his once- human flesh with a burning metal scoop. Great round balls of cooked meat were being brought forth from his hips to the lips of the other.

ANOTHER LESSON

“Water sports, my son,” the monster belched. “Now that I have wet you down thoroughly, come and enclose your father’s ass with your mouth.” The man did as his lord dictated. “I will fill your guts with the eternal stench of my gases.”

And he did. He consummated the marriage of their souls by filling his son with the gases of his bowels. The man’s head caught fire as a result. He fell unconscious to the blazing floor and remained that way for one thousand years.

And even though the demon dared to sodomize the man hundreds of thousands of times, nothing could be done to rouse him.

A THIRD LESSON (BUT BY NO MEANS A FINAL LESSON)

With an absolute lack of expression on his stone face, the demon grabbed the man’s hair at the back of his head and drew him close. Red’s poisoned tongue played over the man’s face.

“My son, I want to teach you another lesson. This one thing I know — you must crawl to me on your hands and knees in profound humility.”

The man looked at his body as it obeyed and noticed that it was the same as that of the burned bodybuilder he had seen earlier (only a moment ago and realized… ).

Later, after he had taken all Red had to offer, the demon said, “Anytime I want you to do anything — anything at all — you will do it, at once. This is my total and singular commandment. Obey me in love, my son. Or fear!”

* * *

If truer eyes could pierce the deceptive veil for even a moment, they would have seen two smoldering corpses lying at the bottom of a blackened, mile-deep shaft. One body, shivering uncontrollably in its nightmare- soaked sleep, was of a large, muscular man in his late thirties. The other, who had been there first and joined later by the other, looked to be the quaking body of a slim, red-haired youth, no more than fifteen or sixteen. But, there was no light there, no one could see them, nor could they see each other. They were eternally sleeping, unable to awaken or end this dream. They were both quite incapable of telling anything to anyone. Their true desires were unfulfilled; they wanted to stop this programmed dream. If that were only possible. That would almost be bearable.

* * *

“Rub my back, my son, and try to pass your hand through my blood-soaked pelt.” The demon turned his back. “See how your hand catches the ripples of flame.” Red raised his living lower member to the man’s lips and commanded him (in darkness) to lick the pus out of the green-foamed slit.

The man obeyed. The demon folded his crispy wings around both of them and became extremely violent within these confines. There were long sounds of ripping, and organs splattered on the rocky floor. There was a gunfire sound and the crackling of large bones breaking.

There was a grateful spirit hovering nearby; it was singing in a continual scream.

CHAPTER FIVE

“AN OMITTED SECTION”

[Now follows a description of an omitted section:]

The reason for this omission seems to be that this chapter is what is known as “The Untranslatable, Unspeakable Topic.”

The entire chapter seems to be thirteen poems that “prove” (to any mere mortal) the non-existence of God.

It is said to have been deliberately misplaced because it resulted in the deaths or suicides of the five people who read it. It was omitted after the first printing of this “fiction” was distributed to the public. The publisher, because of threats and lawsuits, saw fit to “lose it.”

Lord Jedfrie, in the only book he ever published, stated that three living persons knew of its whereabouts, but nothing on Earth could force these women to reveal its location.

“Even the meter of the lines being read aloud permanently damaged the minds of anyone listening,” wrote Lucy Karpe, M.D. “It was all screaming and ranting from the dead!”

CHAPTER SIX

“ESOPHAGUS”