My Pet Goat...666

Written underneath my tainted skin, you burn.
In a cut so deep it pierces the outside of my wrist from the inside.
A skeletal hands shows from beneath the stench of my rotting flesh…
It is my soul come out to torture you…

The mass of white bones sticks out in a menacing hiss as you back away a step.
As the skeleton pulls at the air it slides out grotesquely…
The hand becomes a forearm…and then a whole arm,
As my flesh is ripped open more…
I do not wince, because I feel nothing…this is the price for your impudence.
I just stare into your fearing eyes…I note the worried crease of your brow as your forehead starts to perspire…you have never seen anything so fearsome like this before…what should you do?

Another hand appears, beginning with tenacious little white fingers. Somehow this hand smells of lavender and jasmine…such a sweet smell to come from death.
All of a sudden the new hand tears open the skin of my shoulder down to my waste…blood flows freely…but I still do not feel it…my mind is in one accord with the demon protruding from my heart.

I can see that this scene visibly disturbs you…by everything you know to be true I should not be alive…but I thrive.
With a new hole in my chest…you can see my pumping heart glow and pulse with black veins…they grow blacker still…
A goat’s skull comes out of it…a new sight for your weakening eyes…what will you do?

A sinister laugh escapes from the goat’s head…half of it’s head is still rotting and I can see its bulbous eye watching you with utter hate…not so different from what I feel…so I let him continue to come out.

I stretch out my arms to the side and tilt my head back, all the while watching your doom unfold…I am smirking at your unwitting stupidity…you should never have crossed me. Now you have My Helper to contend with…you pathetic fool…

With a hiss of ebony smoke…the smell of incense reaches my nostrils…ohhh the succulent smell of the relief of revenge…so sweet to my senses…
The skeleton emerges from within my body, and I am left standing there with blood draining me to a pale color…no longer are my lips crimson…but blue. This is killing me…but I do not care…anything is worth watching you die!
Stealthily, as you continue to back up against an unseen wall, my demon slides up to you…a hideous and grotesque grin on its pallid face. You scream in a futile attempt to get away…you strike out sideways to hit the head of the fiendish goat-head…but it never breaks its eye contact with your soul. It grabs your throat and crushes you to death…the last thing you see is me smiling with approval at my once-hidden monster. Such a fool.

When you are dead, my dearest brother…dearest indeed…my skeletal demon climbs back into my innards and seals up my wounds…no scars are traceable. It is now time for me to go to my next victim and kiss them with my cold blue lips of tyranny.

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