The Devil's Hour

Part 2

It was as if someone had taken Predator and Cthulu, had them fuck, and the thing standing across from me was their baby. Its head seemed like two fleshy boomerangs fused together backwards, with tentacles for hair and claws for teeth. Unbelievably, it was the least repulsing thing about it. From the shoulders down (if you could call spikes- sticking-out-from-fleshless-bones shoulders), it had normal organs but in reverse order from what you would expect AND turned inside out. Instead of blood flowing through its veins and into its blackened heart, glistening oil powered this monstrosity. The legs weren't even legs- they were tiny arms, with the fingers on each one the arms of even more hands with fingers, which were ALSO the arms for other hands, and so on. I wish I could tell you what its eyes looked like, but before I could get a good look, they stared straight down into mine.

Right into my soul.

Suddenly I got the strongest urge to commit hara kiri with my katana, but I knew these weren't my own thoughts as I was trying to fight them off.

Unfortunately, the demon noticed.

Against my own will, my legs give way and I lose my balance, falling down, then being forced into a kneeling position, with my legs folded and underneath me. My arm grabs the sword and turns the blade towards my torso.

"No...." I moan, as I fight with all my strength against the demon's mind control.

It walks up to me, kneels down to my height, and once again locks with my eyes. Though the outsides are pitch black, the blood red pupils study me. Not knowing what it'll do next, I begin to shake.

Then it spoke.

"Of all the humans I've tortured over the millennia, you are the most pathetic I've come across. You think having a weapon will save you from me, but on the contrary......"

Pain ripped through my body as my katana tore through it.

"It is nothing but your DOWNFALL."

I fall on my sword, pushing it even further through my body so that it exits through my back and points towards the ceiling, dripping with my blood. The last thing I hear as I begin to black out is the demon chuckling.....

Then giggling......

Then laughing.

But instead of growing softer, it gets louder.

I open my eyes again, and though my katana is no longer inside me, the wound is just as fresh. The heat beneath my feet is not from the blood gushing from my stomach, but from the lava around the rocks. I look up, and see the demon towering over me.

"Welcome to Hell."