Asmodeus (part 3)

The temperature dropped again…it felt as if my chest was being pressed in…1

Natasha and the demon were staring at each other like opponents on a battle field just before they attack.2

“It doesn’t matter…” said Natasha. “We still summoned you… so you can call us your Master.”3

It was as if the words weren’t suited for her mouth but still she continued…
“Your names and tittles mean nothing to me…I know that you cant leave you pentagram without our consent and while here you must do as we b-“4

I TAKE NO ORDERS FROM MEER HUMANS!!!!5

The voice felt like a sledge hammer to my head, the icicles that hung from the stairs and roof cracked and shattered into tiny fragments on the floor.6

YOU INDESCIPABLE LITTLE MAGGOTS ON THE FACE OF THE EARTH!!! YOU THINK THAT YOU DESERVE THE RULE OF ALL ELSE BUT YOU ARE IN FACT NOTHING BUT MEER SLAVES TO YOUR OWN DESIRES AND EMOTIONS!!!7

“Shut up” Natasha waved her hand through the brimstone mist that clung to the air like sewage to water…8

In one corner of the pentagram Jason passed out, his large body breaking the mist that soon swum around him to hide his body from view…9

Inside my head I could feel the wraith of the creature, in my head like wrecking ball in full flight.
I slowly stood up; my legs were unsteady and felt like watered-down jelly…I could feel the adrenalin controlling me like a puppet.10

The being turned slowly and without moving to look at me but it felt as if the earth around him was turning us to face him…The eyes were no longer the dark unholy green but were now black and cracked with red like magma below the earths crust.11

Then a new wave of anger hit me but it was not his…it was my own…12

In my minds eye I could see my parents disowning me when they discovered the truth about the scars on my arms and wrists…13

Then another scene in my head: The jocks tormenting me…Jason pushing me around…girls laughing and pointing at me…the glares I get from parents in malls…the Christians at school contently trying to save me…14

I felt as angry as he did…the rage ran in my veins like poison…
“I might be a slave but I’m still a master…my life is lived from hatred to disaster…I feel not real yet I know I’m not fake, I have nothing to love that you can’t take. This is not my way to be a martyr but I cant take it any longer…Living my life, relying on fate but at least I know that You can not kill what You did not create!!!15

I realized that I was screaming so hard that I could taste blood in my mouth and throat. I no longer felt cold but I could see steam rising off my body from head to foot and the area around me was no longer filled with the stench of brimstone but now with the stench of death…
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