Infernus

The demon repeated the process with the other foot.

“Know by this, my son, my great love for you.”

And the man did know.

THE THIRD PARENTHETICAL EPISODE

“My son,” shrieked the demon in the man’s mind. “Come here and put your lips to my handsome chest.”

He obeyed and blood flowed fast from Red’s chest into the man’s gaping mouth.

“Guide my member up your hole so I can have my way with you, my son.”

The man obeyed and felt the writhing member tear him to pieces from the inside. Its thickness ripped him open more as the flesh bore itself upward, chewing as it climbed.

The demon huffed and puffed as he became lost in the exercise. Over and over he pounded his son until, finally, the man felt fire fluid flash within his insides.

“That’s good, my son,” the demon said. “Let’s do that for 13,000 generations.”

And they did.

* * *

On another night, as the demon rubbed burning oil over the man’s naked bottom, a thought occurred to him. “My son, there is only one sight of beauty in all my park. Let us go and I will show it to you. In my holiness, I will commit this act.”

The man extracted the entire length of the member from within him, eventually able to spit it out and watch it fall to the demon’s lap. Red rose and walked. The man followed and they came upon a living (dead) horror.

Two figures could be barely seen through the towering flames. They writhed in the center of a burning arena. A dark man was lying on his back on the smoking ground. His large hands gripped the hips of a white man trying to escape the connection between them, but it was an eternal struggle.

“All his natural life,” began Red, “the white man feared being raped by black men. Ahhh, sadly, he was only remembering his future:

“He will always be here;

“He will always be trying to escape;

“He will always be raped; and

“For all eternity!

“This is the only truly beautiful thing in the park. I never have it far from my thoughts.”

* * *

After this session a student stood to speak. “Is there a point to this?”

A young woman nodded. “Yeah, where are you going with this?”

The old man laughed. “Maybe nowhere. But, then again, maybe I am leading you on a wild goose chase.”

“We have never heard that expression,” another male voice near the back said. “Is that ‘old speak’?”

“Yes, it is. It means you might think the book gets worse and worse, but the truth may be that when you see the ending, you will realize that, all along, things have been infinitely worse than you expected.”

He pulled his shirt over his head before he put his pants on, relishing the fact that the students had been drawing him for so long, and he loved his nude body.

“Well, when does the sex stuff end? You’re repulsive.”

“It’s true, I am. You have already passed the first invisible act of three that make up the book. Not that there aren’t nauseating passages still to come, but I had to establish, right from the beginning, that when you come to Infernus, you lose all hope. That is gone. You no longer choose options; you are chosen. The first act is sexual brutality. The second act we are about to enter is hyper-violence.”

“It hasn’t been that until now?”

He laughed again. “It has, but now we enter a realm where it is mostly just that. Would you like me to tell you what the third invisible act is?”

Another student stood to be heard. “Why didn’t you just write it in three acts?”

“Because I didn’t want to write it in three acts. This is the only opportunity you have to learn them. I never had any desire to delineate them plainly in the text.”

“Why not?” asked the same student.

“Because I sincerely believe there are women and men in this world that are a hell of a lot smarter than I am, and it would insult their intelligence to write down to them. They would tell me I was pretentious and superficial. The third invisible act is hyper-violently surreal.”

“But, I already think it is hyper-violently surreal,” another student said.

“Uh, no you don’t,” the man said, smiling, and left it at that for the week.

CHAPTER NIGHT

“BLOOD AND GUTS”

The demon’s elbow rested just below the man’s chin. The rest of his arm (including his forearm) was down his son’s throat.

“This proves my love for you, my son. Put your hands under my massive genitals, and hold onto those two black stones.”

He wrenched his goo-covered arm from his son’s throat instantly, shredding flesh in the process. The man wrapped his hands around the leathery black bags and gripped them tightly.

“Yes, that’s right, my son. Now burst them with your grip.”

The man squeezed until yellow blood flowed freely between his fingers. He bowed his head to the sizzling liquid trickling between his knuckles and lovingly lapped it up with a slave’s humility.

“Thank you, Father,” the man said.

Later, after they passed many miles along the shore of a boiling lake, they came upon a beach. They looked out across a sea of sand. Many humans lay roasting like meat on the burning grains.

“Let’s walk among them,” the demon said, and they did, entering the field of the flesh. “This one was known in life as ‘The Killer.’ No such proud designation can be given him; here he would be referred to simply as, ‘The Killed.’ ‘The Killer’ was possessed of a specialty — the eyes — it was his favorite thing to gouge out with a scoop in his dreams.”

Red drove one of his clawed feet into the eyes of the gaping head. He did this over and over and over…

“And this was a human with breasts,” the demon said as they moved on to another specimen. “It had a will to tell lies to anyone who would listen. So now, if any of our ears hear one word issuing forth, we all urinate on the top of the head. This is great humiliation to this creature of ego.”

And to prove it, he covered the protesting head (for five spaces of time) with his acidic urine. The man laughed at that and kicked it from behind for one thousand times. He loved to watch the bleeding head reel from the violent strikes, and loved hearing it make little mewling sounds.

“Son, I give you the gift of The Satyr.” The demon waved his great arms wide.

The man felt the changes and looked at his body. His legs began to cramp as they cracked backward and sprouted hooves. Black wire hair grew rapidly from his ankles to the tops of his thighs. The satyr’s arms thickened, becoming corded with large veins and matted with black hair. It flowed wildly across his chest and around his back like water. A black goatee instantly grew on his chin and he stood in glorious, handsome masculinity before his father.

“You will forever be ‘Satyr.’ It is a gift from your father, who loves you.” He approached the satyr. “Now your body is ‘suited’ for my affections. It has been strengthened to the point where I won’t rip you to shreds, although it was joyous for both of us, I know.”

The demon knelt before the satyr and sifted through the thick patch of pubic hair. “My son, I now, in sacrifice, take your member in me, and I will dine from you.”

And he did.

* * *

“Let me have some of your precious blood, my son.” The demon held out a hand. The satyr lifted one of his