Fruitful
27.6.11 by I.R.
The towering mud-faced, boil-infested demon draws nearer and nearer, forewarning impended doom. It bears a tough green and blue exoskeleton and razor-sharp black pincers that hypnotically snap open and shut. It is bulkily-built, being at least four or five times wider than the largest of humans, but yet remarkably moves with the swiftness and agility of a black Eurasian panther. A perverse stench of rotting flesh accompanies the beast as it unwittingly approaches the cornered young warrior male and older female wench. Both are wretches, banished to the netherspace, condemned to destruction by the King of the Overworld, as a consequence of engaging in sodomy.
The male draws his sword, the well-known Holy Infiltrator from his leather-strapped belt. Its cold titanium façade glistens in the dim light, with the embedded crimson ruby in the centre of the sword vibrating in harmonic resonance with the crushing footsteps of the approaching beast.
From her weathered and ragged knapsack, slung around her neck and hovering over her crotch, the female draws a zippered, miniature sac – seemingly empty – but handled with utmost care and forbearance. In concurrency, the woman mutters half-breathed an archaic verse from the Scripture of Seva alluding to the antiquated, forlorn battle of David and the Goliath.
Matted, muddied, and scabies-infested, the maiden unzips the sac and pours its contents of asphyxiating, lacquer-smelling, molasses-characterized syrup over the crimson ruby enveloping its shimmer and former glory.
The Holy Infiltrator begins to disintegrate unilaterally, beginning from the foci, which abruptly accumulates into a billow of beach sand at the feet of the two sodomites.
Instantaneously, the sand is transmogrified into a bellowing, prodigious, rabid turquoise-coloured king cobra serpent that pierces with its flashing poisonous fangs into the jugular vein of the demon, instantly bringing it to its stomach in death.
The serpent vanishes and the sword and sac of magic dust reappear on the heathen ground, and in synchronicity, the surviving two engage in lecherous conduct.
