I wrote these a long, long time ago. And they are quite graphic. But some people usually have things to say.
Please, stop reading if you do not like demonic things. You've been warned.
Please, stop reading if you do not like demonic things. You've been warned.
Description #1
Demons desire nothing but pain, pain of self, and pain of other. The selfish running pleasure of needles piercing Godforsaken flesh and muscle. As the cold misty black blood of sin cascades down demonic claws and wing, as hell and face. Their hands scream murder, and horns spew acid. As the pleasurable sensation of searing pain, as you are impaled by hate and grotesque thoughts flood the fiery mind. An inferno spreads as torrents of darkness consume soul, blood, and life. Complete disregard to feeling you walk through a valley of chains hanging from tortured bodies on a blood stained stone roof, dripping fresh warm blood. Devouring human flesh, quenching thirst with juice of a thousand eyes. Blood is brought to demon eyes with the taste of human tortured, and suffering, and silence. Human despair fills chambers of bleeding walls; limbs piled high and the stench of rotting skin hanging lifeless on walls of moaning torture victims. White Hot gate covered in bare bodies while raining fire and rock. Death everywhere, the ground you walk on is nothing but crushed bodies of sinners every step you hear the blood curdling screams of the soul you walk on. Open skulls, chiseled torsos, skinless faces, burning water. Shoving knives into your skin just to feel the pleasure of pain. Nailed to a wall with demon horns, listen to the onslaught of chaos. Echoes all over the screams of death, murder, hell, and pleasure fill your ears, and your mind is fire. Witness a black citadel holding your life and spirit torched by smiling demons, mocking you as you watch your life blow into ashes, and dust. Bursting into flames with the sound of hell screeching into the wind. You live in Purgatory, never to leave tortured for eternity.
Description #2
I can no longer feel the touch of the cold chains which bond me to the wall. No longer can I smell the blood and rot of my very own body. This shell which incases my soul, never to see the world I once knew. Now damp and dark for no light exists in the prison I call home. Through the walls I can hear the endless screams and upon them I can see the faces of demons and devils. I live with Guilt for I thrive on misery. I left the edge of sanity many years ago. Now I live in my world of Madness! A world of insanity! Step into my mind and you will not see what I see, I no longer own that territory of Hell! Look into my eyes and you still will not see what I see! Now step into my body and hear the silent moan of the dead! Step into my home and smell evil and fear, see the walls bleed and the puddles of tears upon the floor. Look at the north, south, east, or west, and see my smiling body with my sixth sense! I can now leave for my time here is down see you in Hell and there I shall be happy, listening to the echoes of long forgotten.
