Hellhound (New Version)

[Dr. Strange]

A child lost in the rain falls upon the sidewalk, straining to escape the glowing red eyes chasing it. REcovering slowly, the child gets to their feet and begins to run once more, terror causing their blood to pump faster and faster as the eyes move ever closer. There are demons all around, watching and waiting. The child falls onto the edge of the sidewalk several feet down the street and cries out in surprise. The creature who owns those haunting red eyes stands over the helpless human, sickly yellow saliva dripping from its wicked teeth as it licks it chops; anticipating the tender morsel it will very soon enjoy.

Alas, another cry is heard and the creature swings its head swiftly to the left, cocking its head curiously. The call is issued again, drawing the evil hound from its original prey. As the black dog turns its body to the west, the child cowering beneath its muzzle glances up, still frightened almost to death. The call comes again, much louder. The hound of Satan leaps forward, bounding off into the silent night as the child blacks out. Its quarry will remain for its next meal as it returns to its master, obediently laying at Satan's' feet.

Now that he has frightened the nonbeliever, Satan ponders what deed to perform next: Lord Jehovah was getting ahead of him again, performing all these ridiculous 'miracles'. He snorted in disgust. They weren't miracles, only illusions to sway the ever straying sheep of the human race. The furries were much smarter, they believed what would really hurt them. Lucifer crouched at the Devils' knee, head bowed in respect.

"M'Lord, thou hast a visitor. She requesteth thy presence in thy bedchamber immeadiately. She sayeth thou art wrong and must be punished for thy deeds. I be sorry if I offend thee, O Great Master." The demon hissed, bowing his head as his nose touched the floor.

The snarl built up in his throat died instantly. He knew who that was. Grumbling under his breath, Satan descended the stairs to his hallway and strolled leisurely to the wrought iron door at the end. Creaking it open, he rushes inside with a flourish of his coat; right into the stinging slap of a cold, tan hand. Satan rises, eyes flaming. The woman behind the hand raises her brow, challenging him to attack.

"Good evening, Satan dear. How are the children?" The woman demanded, smiling coldly.

The Devil ground his teeth in disgust, biting back his most cruel retort. Instead, he spat at her, the acidic saliva catching the hem of her skirt, burning a nice hole inside. Artemas, enraged, cursed under her breath and threw a deadly glare at Satan. "Thee dare spite me, Satan? When 'tis I who keep thy Master's wrath at bay? How dare thee!" She screeched, clenching her fists in utter loathing. Satan fell to his knees, eyes watering as something unseen chokes him.

"Fear thy Master, thief. Thy life hangs under my control. Do not forsake me for thine own benefits. I shallt find thee and curse thy life evermore. Watch thyself, demon." She growled, releasing him. "Thou art forgetting thy place, Demon. I am thy Master."

Satan threw his head back and laughed, his insane cackle echoing off the walls. "You forfeited your right to my ownership, Artemas dear. I am no longer yours." He snarled, still cackling.

Artemas pulled her fist back, walked a few feet closer and punched the High Demon right in the nose. "You DARE mock me again, I shallt destroy thee. I am leaving. I will returneth when thee have more sense about thyself."

[Somebody]

A interesting and Unique piece. Definately a step from the ordinary and that in itself makes it enjoyable to read.

[Dr. Strange]

Thanks I try.~~

Satan snickered to himself, rubbing his nose gingerly. "Damned women." He growled, pulling his ebony cloak about himself and swept out of the room, completely ****ed. "LUCIAN!"

An ugly demon with typical black horns and boiling red skin came running, bowing hastily. "Yes, mi lord?"

"Find Artemas and make certain she has left my realm. If not, do whatever necessary to escort her out. Now."

"Yes, milord." The demon hastily ran off, cautious to bow before leaving.

Lucifer came back, whistling a happy tune as he literally bounced on his horse hooves. Satan caught sight of him and roared. He immediately stopped, confused. Remembering where he was, Lucifer silenced his voice and bent over to fix his breeches. "My apologies, milord." After an uncomfortable silence, he muttered; "She hast left, sire."

The rude, potbellied King of Demons smiled unpleasantly, the heat in the room cranking up several degrees. "Come, Lucifer, we shall go above." His horns glistened with orange blood-gore. A piece of meat form his earlier meal hung from his lip, making him quite comical in a dry sense of humor.

[Somebody]

Definitely a interesting and different story. You have a unique way of writing. Like a poet who writes stuff down as they come up with them. gives it a fresh non premeditated feel to it

[flames]

Have to agree with both of Tezz's posts: A very original and interesting read.

[Dr. Strange]

Thanks. ~~

[Dr. Strange]

Lucifer, a smaller demon compared to most, shivered and followed his master. The only reason he could find to disobey was not enough to commit the act, only enough to keep him alive. Indecision here was punished by many gruesome, torturous ways. His bloody, pupil-lacking eyes concentrated on his feet so as not to trip Satan or slow down too much. He felt the heat of an inner fire cool inside him, signaling he was near the end of his service...

They passed lakes of boiling lava, barren plains with the earth scorched to the bone, showing the ugly blackish green center. A sizzle and a loud screech came from a few meters behind them and Lucian shuddered, he’d never liked this job. His brother, Lucifer, was made for this kind of thing, a large demon with dark markings everywhere who was currently feeding the multitudes of hell hounds and other various Nightmares the Devil ruled with.