Post # 666

Graybread

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This is my 666th post so I thought I’d put a little something special up for my own amusement.


Though it was very early morning, your monitor came to life as if of its own accord. The familiar Microsoft music didn’t play, your PC just came to life. Nothing loaded, no firewalls or virus protection, no Yahoo messenger or MSN windows popped up, nothing, just a white monitor screen.

Then slowly, very slowly the glass on the monitor began to part as a cloven hoof stepped through it. Then the leg of a goat covered with thick black hair. The room filled with the stench of petrifaction as more of the creature slipped through the glass. The plastic casing of the monitor expanded without cracking, allowing the waist, the upper body and finally the head to slip through.

The creature stood there, a full eight feet tall, his yellow reptilian eyes scanning the darkness. His forked tongue slither out, tasting the air. Above the hairy goat legs the massive, muscular torso shown blood red with the waning light of the crescent moon coming through the window. It twinkled off the tips of his feral canines like a laser caroming off the tips of icicles. The large black horns scraped against the ceiling, scaring it deeply.

The eyes widened as the taste of human life lit lightly on the black tongue. The creature bent to pass through the doorway in search of that life. Your sounds of sleeping came to his ears as he entered the room. You tossed restlessly on the bed, trying to awake to the danger that seemed a nightmare.

“No Good without Evil. No Love without Hate. No Innocence without Lust. I am Darkness, and I am here for you,” the creature said, his voice like the echo from a bottomless pit.

He reached down, placing his talon against the soft part of your chin and lifting you out of the bed, piercing the skin and entering your mouth. Your eyes popped open with fear but no screams come from your mouth.

“Your death is sweet, your soul is mine puny one.”



(Not a role play, just some thoughts I’ve had. The devil made me do it.)
:devil:
 
Oh Gray, the things your writing brings to life! Our deepest desires and darkest fears.

*glancing around nervously at the shadows cast by the eerie blue light pulsing from my computer screen*

:devil:
 
Did a hairy goat just kiss me?

I feel violated and turned on at the same time... lol, wait, I usually feel turned on when I'm violated...
Ok, carry on.
 
MMmmmm, please go on! I have chills in my body waiting for your move.
 
Since reading this, I have been considering the fact that looks are so deceiving. I'm sure someone had you in mind when they asked: "Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men?"

Me? I never even got a glimpse. Maybe I just didn't look hard enough when you were here? :eek:

For another taste of what this bad boy can do, take a look at his offering in the "Baddest of the Bad" challenge, "My Place... Or Yours?" which is linked in my sig line along with the OOC and the offerings of many other talented would-be baddies.

PS There are still some writers looking for ladies to join them. ;)
 
Oh Maid, you say the nicest things. You make a man blush.

And yes, beneath this suave, debonair exterior beats a heart of pure evil. As black as pitch at the midnight hour, and cold, as cold as silent air flowing down from the winter’s mountain tops, to lie upon your sleeping face. Peace I bring, sweet eternally slumbers, soulless rest to the end of time. Come my pets, swim with me across the river Styx.

jaylene
Oh Gray, the things your writing brings to life! Our deepest desires and darkest fears.

*glancing around nervously at the shadows cast by the eerie blue light pulsing from my computer screen*

Thank you jaylene, but is it life I’m wanting to bring? (chuckle)

Pooh, I shall carry on, thank you. And no, I didn’t kiss you.

Angel. What can I say about an angel? Oh, Angelofsex, now that’s a different story. Chilly huh, here, let my wrap my hand around your heart, that should warm you.
 
Angel. What can I say about an angel? Oh, Angelofsex, now that’s a different story. Chilly huh, here, let my wrap my hand around your heart, that should warm you.
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My heart warms to your touch Greybread. But the heat I feel in me, makes my desire cry for more. But the Angel needs the body of the one who has her.
 
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