Twisted

Chapter 15

*Hell Sept. 10, 1923*

The screams are music to my ears as blood runs in thick rivers down the streets. There isn't a single area of clean skin or fabric on my body. A head, an arm, and some intestines from random demons decorate my antlers as I strut through the carnage. 

A demon crawls along the ground with his arms, his legs had been ripped to shreds leaving wet muscle clinging loosely to bone. He whimpers as he tries fruitlessly to crawl away from me. I step on his outstretched hand keeping him in place. I feel the heel of my shoe crunch through bone. The demon tries to silence his whimpers. 

"I'm sorry. It's not you. It's me." I say before kicking his head so hard it pops clean off his shoulders and soars through the sky and lands in an open trash can. I scream as more pent-up anger surfaces. The street beneath me cracks and shakes. 

"Hey, Siren this is my turf! Get lost, bitch." A massive red demon shouts at me from across the street. Four beefy arms cross above his chest as he glares at me. The demon easily could be 14 feet tall, twice my height. "Kaybol." He hisses, as two more smaller demons appear by his side. (Get lost)

I look between the three demons then up at him with a bored expression. "Oh, you speak Turkish do you? Anne karnında amca yarrağına doymuş orospu çocuğu seni, Götüne sıvı sabun doldurur ağzından köpük gelene kadar sikerim seni!" 

(You son of a whore who gorged on uncle cock in your mother's womb, I will fill your ass with liquid soap, then fuck you until foam comes out of your mouth.)

I didn't know it was possible but he got more red, red with rage. He shouts and charges at me. I easily dodge his attack and watch with amusement as his own weight causes him to tumble into the street.

The demon regains his footing and charges at me. I jump to the side and scale a lamp post nearby. "Senin anlına am yazar sonra delene kadar sikerim!" I shout from the top.

(I'll write 'cunt' in your forehead, and then fuck it until it's pierced!)

The demon charges at the pole and grips the base with all four of his hands. Effortlessly, he pulls the entire lamp out of the ground.

I jump from the top and land safely on the ground behind him. The demon swings the lamp post around and hits me like I'm a baseball at a ball game. I roll along the ground and hit a brick wall. The wall, being extremely unstable, wobbles and crumbles around me. I lift my hands to shield my face. 

I hear the demon let out a deep guzzling laugh, "Şimdi o kadar ukala değil, kaltak mısın?"

(Not so cocky now, are you bitch?)

I shift under the bricks trying to figure out my next move when a huge meaty hand wraps around my ankle and yanks me out from underneath the rubble. The demon holds me up by my ankle with an amused grin on his face. 

"Perish in the void, mortal born filth." The demon hisses before throwing me through the nearby store window. 

I crash through the glass and through the back wall, landing in a heap in the back alley. I groan as I pop my broken bones back into place. "Son of a whore, that hurt." I mutter. 

"Bana kafasını getir, duvarıma asmak istiyorum." I hear the red demon demand. 

(Bring me the head, I want to hang it on my wall.)

Through the hole in the wall I see the silhouette of the two demons in the risen dust. I quietly stand up and slip back into the store, hiding among the shelves and racks of items. I sit in a dark aisle as one of the henchmen walk by with a gun raised. I silently step behind him and clamp a hand over his mouth to prevent him from shouting out. I swiftly disarm him, literally, and quiet his screams of pain before the others hear. I knock the demon unconscious before hiding his body and sneaking off to take care of the other.