Lament of a Demon Fiend

All I wanted was to crack one lousy beer for old times’ sake. Did he let me have it – Noooooooo. Wouldn’t one anyone of us to find contentment of any sort into our obligations. That would just go against protocol or something.Keep us dancing on a string, keep the leash short and show unconditional abeyance at all cost, at all time.

I wasn’t even supposed to be here. These humans are getting more clever every centuries. In the old days, the Boss knew everything that would happen before it happened. It used to be all Judeo-Christian psycho-babble but now they are finding ways around that. I bet you most of the so called witches and warlocks nowaday wouldn’t know what a Sephiroth is. Could any one of them define the Tetragramaton? I think not! Things have changed.

A few hours ago I was going about my business, checking on bids for jobs and next thing you know, I felt that damn electrical jolt followed by that skull splitting migraine that presage a casting. I went from Hell to this Robert guy’s attic in the blink of an eye and the Boss had no idea. Don’t know how the idiot human summoned me but I wasn’t prepared for that, which made the headache about 100 times worst than it would have been so I was not as happy to see him as he was to see me!  My sudden appearanceraised a cloud of dust; made Robert sneeze and broke the circle that wassupposed to contain me. I was furious, reached out to grab him and I realized he had me materialized in a semi human form! My limbs weren’t any longer than his, no talons to speak of, I had flesh for skin – gross – and I don’t even wanna think what my face might look like! As if I wasn’t pissed off enough before, now I couldn’t even contain my rage. Although the sudden show of fear on his face almost slowed me down, it was truly beautiful and I could have admire it for days but the stench of his gradually climbing hysteria rising to the surface quickly snapped me back to lucidity.

I jumped at him. The damn gravity was making me clumsy but I got to him, face distorted with rage, I grabbed the arm he used to block me and crushed his forearm. He started to scream so I snapped his elbow, tore the arm off and bashed him once across the face with it. The jagged bones protrudingfrom the elbow joint did a nice number on his left cheek. I could see teeth through the gash. I threw the severed limb across the room, knowing that the Boss would soon realized I had been summoned and would snap me back in a jiffy so I had very little time to play.

Robert had fallen backward, totally hysteric now. I reached down, grabbed him by the shoulders and sank my fingers behind his collar bones. I picked him up and held him as high as my stupid human-looking arms could hold him. His blood was starting to flow between my fingers as I dug in deeper into his flesh, his blood spilled down my arms, dripping to the floor from my elbows. One quick clenching motion and the collar bones snapped! He screamed some more. I was impressed he could maintain his consciousness through this whole ordeal. I have met many who would have long passed out.

I slammed his body back down as hard as I could. One of his leg landed wrong and bent at an unusual angle...  I could see his right femur winking at me. Shit. People can bleed out pretty fast from a busted femur. I’ll have to be quick.

I put my right hand flat on his left thigh, pushing down with all my weight and grabbed his knee cap with the other hand. I paused for a second, looked him in the eyes and smiled as his terror slowly shifted to hopelessness. I held his gaze as I crushed his kneecap as if it were a cracker. I then slid my hand up under his skin and snapped the tendons from his quadriceps. Now his lower body won’t wiggle so much while I finish him off. I’m in a hurry here.

Robert was a very skinny man so I used this attribute to my advantage. I dug in his abdomen, found his floating ribs and yanked them right out of him! I always enjoyed chewing on the bit of meat that would attach itself to human ribs. I let him watch me lick his ribs clean as he lay there, mangled and enable to do anything about it. That’ll teach him to think he’s man enough to summon a demon without following protocol. His screams were nothing were now nothing more than whimpers now and heavy breathing.

He was losing a lot of blood and probably wouldn’t last that much longer and I could feel the anxiety climbing in me so a gate would be opening soon and I would be sent back – damn it!

I ripped the skin off his torso. From chest to lower abdomen and watched his face contort in pain as I reached in and tore the bottom of his stomach, letting the gastric acid and whatever else was in there spill all over his inside. Now there’s a stench I won’t soon forget! It looked like it was eating at his organs, everything was bubbling, and his eyes were the only thing that told me he was still conscious. The rest of him didn’t seem to respond to much anymore. I wonder how far I can pull his eyeballs out before they come right off!

I sat there before him, contemplating what I had done. Over the centuries,humans have always been fascinated with magic and demonology. There are a lot of us who would like nothing better than teach mankind and help them accomplish their goal. Those Agathodemon hold a terrible amount of knowledge gathered over centuries of various predicament but such actions would likely be our downfall so the Boss made sure it was us Cacodemonswho would be the sentive ones so that any man that knew too much could be dealt with. No one wants to see a human attain godhood.

This one here, Robert, is staring back at me and I am pretty sure his broken self can’t make much sense of what just happened. He didn’t know too much. In fact, I don’t think he really knew anything at all! I have no idea how he got a hold of me in the first place, why I was thrown out of Hell at his command but since he couldn’t hold me, my nature was to toy with him until he spilled his guts – literally.

As I sit here, intrigued by the various substances oozing out from every orifices of this man’s face, some he was born with, some I carved myself, I wondered why is it that I do the things I do? Every time I get pulled in, instinct takes over and I let nature take its course. I guess that is the essence of a Cacodemon.

I stood up and noticed that my skin was starting to crack. I have been here too long, gotta rehydrate before I start flaking off . I had a thought and it excited me!– Betcha there’s beers in the fridge! Oh man, I haven’t had a beer in years! I think the last time I was summoned was in Massachusetts in 1903! I’ll grab a cold one and come back to finish him off – Oh boy oh boy! Ha Ha – Beeeeeeer! Why don’t I like coming here again? Can’t remember –

As I made my way downstairs, I tried to smile at the idea of what I could next but my lips cracked, then my cheeks cracked and I could feel all of my teeth exposed to the open air! I frowned, everything went black and the stench of sulphur rose and sank its claws into my brains.

When I could see again, I was back in Hell. Shit. That Robert dude is gonna have to finish dying on his own! Goddamn now I’m mad again -