How Demons Eat

 Through the earths crust I surface, horns and all. My hooves pressing giant craters into the ground, my drooling maw dripping onto your concrete sidewalks, melting in seconds, I look at all of you, the look of fright in your eyes sets me in a craze, seeing you covered in flames like barbeque sizzling over coals.

Like a glazed pigs with a caramel apple shoved in their mouths, surrounded with bake beans, grease drenched baby legs and duck covered in seasoning and cooked in blood all while being slowly roasted over the fires of hell and being rained on by cooking oil. Just makes my mouth water even more at the sight and smell of it.

You start to run, I like it when they run, like a stampede of confused wildebeest being chased by predators, trampling over each other to get away from lil’ ol’ me. I join in on the chase with a wicked grin on my face, and a whipping forked tail slicing and dicing nearby prey. The feeling of the thick chucky red plasma grinding into the ground, into the creases of my hooves is a wonderful feeling. Chasing you all down the streets, ramming and running you all over with a look of satisfaction; blood splattering over my face, the smell of metallic liquid gives me pleasure.

Breaking spines, under the weight of my hooves, impaling bodies like kabobs with your stomachs and intestines hanging off like party streamers on walls or boas off trees. My head thrashes from left to right like a bull, painting streets and walls red with your blood. The streets let out squishes and squirts from the puddles of blood and piles of organs, I continue to hear the screams of running bodies of flesh, I can’t help myself, I must continue. Dashing ahead of the crowd and skidding like a metal transportation object I look hungrily at the crowd, getting a buzz out from looking at there scared little faces, even listening to the roaring buzz in my throat, small metal teeth poker through my throat each one showing and then disappearing; continuing in a endless cycle. The sound of coughing haggis echoes from my throat, the sight of an elongated object roughly slides out of my mouth, resting on my incisors making sparks between my teeth of the rough iron teeth and my own bright white fangs.

In your confusion, you question what is real anymore, but before you have time, you are interrupted by the roaring buzz of the cycle of metal teeth again, a small sparkling show appears from my mouth; with a slight smirk, I charge full speed with the “lance” in my mouth. The screaming begins again, which makes me pleased. Swinging my mechanical shredding tongue around, human corpses fly into the air like meaty rag dolls. Just for the hell of it, I smash a few humans with the buzzing teeth spinning object and cut them in hath! The sounds of crushing bone, moist organs flopping around like rubber and blood splashing, and spreading around like a can of red spray paint. Oh what a sensation this is, the feeling of blood between ones fingers and the rush of killing. I can only imagine how far I could take this.

The whole city is painted crimson, the drains flow like rivers, corpses lay the streets, torn to shreds, unknown to which limb belongs to which body, bones broken, skulls shattered, guts ripped from the carcasses of the same bodies, brain splattered into grey watery matter. Rubbery chunks ripped apart and every body dyed red.

I wish I would get out of the habit of playing with my food, but then again, some habits are too fun to break…