Fiction – Catalyst: Part Four
The atmosphere was hot and thick with grey smoke. Smoldering fires were everywhere, covering the ground with layers of soot. It wouldn’t be difficult for anyone to imagine hell; there are humans who live it everyday.
Pillars have erected themselves, unearthing from the ground and reaching into the dark sky. Black clouds and smoke surrounded them, and near the top, they were totally immersed. The pillars were made from mud and rock, and near the bottom, the demons and other cave dwellers have created holes in the sides for housing. Fire pits were in front of them, roasting the weaker and fallen demons.
They have the pecking order down here. It was apparent who was in charge but all of them served one master.
Lucifer was in a massive throne made from rock and debris. His servants built it. His legs and hooves for feet rested firmly on the ground, and his horns commanded power as though they were identical crowns.
All except for his cape, Satan has shed his clothes now. Instead of clothes he grew a dense layer of red fur and it covered his entire body. His broad shoulders and back were rippled with muscle and red, short hair. His muscular chest. Flat torso and strong legs. His swollen dick was covered in musky, course hair. It throbbed with excitement like the rest of him.
Lucifer discovered he could connect with human beings, at any time.
Murder each other, he thought.
He couldn’t help himself and couldn’t explain why. It was as though this was what he has always wanted. Deep inside he started to chuckle.
Ah ah ah ah AH AH! AH! AH! Ah Ah Ah ah!
His servants below stopped working, looking frightened. Some shrieked and ran for cover, covering their ears as they found any shelter they could find. It was noted by the stronger demons. They would be building a bon fire tonight!
His laughter was piercing, making his world shutter with noise at every corner. Just as quickly, he stopped and concentrated on the first human being. Let’s just see how strong a man could be…