Djinn - Chapter 1 - Unedited - 4200 Words 23:33 Mar 04 2015
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Authors Warning:
The author will not held responsible for any uncontrollable vomiting severe drug abuse coupled with alcoholic binges that result from reading this disgusting tale of rupturing puke. Not a recommended read for pregnant women or people under three feet tall. If you feel like coitusing after reading its probably because of the several subliminal message inserted into the author's skanky ass prose.
“Do Not Read.” If you like gushing bloodied gore dripping and seething stomach vomiting nastiness. “Do Not Read.” If you like disturbing monsters. “Do Not Read.” If you like fornicating nightmares. “Do Not Read.”
Mark's head, felt like a throbbing disaster from processing the loud hypnotic cadences of the house music. The steady roar from the revelers and conversations chirped incessantly at his mind that floated in a wasteland of tequila and vodka pudding made his stomach uneasy.
His head, light and buzzing. Mark's vision annoyingly stuck in a looping strobe of drunkenness. His wobbling legs felt like sinking yet some how he manged staggering his heavy boulder-like feet. His gait wild and sloppy; he slid around his girlfriend and several others swilling drinks. Mark teetered back and forth while navigating a narrow hallway towards his oasis, the bathroom.
Squinting, Mark fumbled his clumsy fingers around the inside wall desperately searching for the light switch. After what felt to like hours, Mark found the switch and with a loud click the bathroom light buzzed to life. Then he all but fell through the door finding safety by bracing a his right hand on nearby counter top. Taking a deep breath Mark sighed, while swinging the door shut behind him.
He coaxed his sluggish body forward to a counter top above which hung large mirror. The room spun making standing difficult yet he succeeded in maneuvering the faucet knobs running the cold water. He soaked his hands, face and hair.
Marks hands feeling spongy, ballooning, and wet floated carelessly.
“Fuck, I'm drunk,” he thought splashing more cold water on his face. “I gotta get my head right,” he whispered . He looked at himself in the mirror and watching water droplets dribble off his flushed warm cheeks. That's when he saw it.
“What the Hell,” Mark said leaning in closer to the mirror. Did he just see a large shadow streak by or was the booze causing hallucinations. Taking a quick survey of the room he found it quiet and empty except for the running water and the muffled party raging outside.
“Just my imagination,” he thought sloshing more water on his face. Reaching for a nearby towel Mark wiped his face when he saw it in the mirror again.
“What the fuck?” He thought, but as quick as he saw the movement it was gone. Mark turned and looking anxiously around the room, again seeing nothing out of place. Then he leaned over the counter inspecting the mirror closer hoping the bathroom light was casting bizarre shadows off of a weird scratch or blemish.
“Yeah, Its just the light” he said moving his fingers up and down the mirror. Leaning even closer Mark continued scrutinizing the reflecting glass.
Suddenly, a giant face appeared in mirror. Mark screamed! His heart pounded! He fell backwards hitting the toilet on the way down to the tiled floor. His mind panicked! His breathing became fast and labored. He flashed a stony eyed look at the mirror, watching in terror as fluorescent balls of blue and violet shot out floated in the center of the room, stopped, floated and burst in into yellowish liquid fire.
Fear gripped Mark. His joints slaved to frights intrepid touch. His palms sweated. His legs ached. His thoughts muddled. He wanted to run but his legs felt paralyzed. Mark was a stones anchored to the ground. Screaming in gurgling slobbered pants, Mark's voice was lost in his somewhere deep in his throat.
Mark agonized. He wallowed. He felt his soul leaking from his fingers and toes.
Suddenly, swarms of nipping giant gadflies, and clews of gnawing oversized black maggots spewed forth in a violent storming tempest of insect fury. They quickly coated Mark's body in a wicked feeding frenzy of the dammed. He felt the tickles of little hairy feet traverse his face and hands. He felt obtrusive bodies scattering in and out of his nose and ears. His head hammered from the beating of the wings.
Mark waved his hands frantically in the air in effort to ward off his attackers. Yet as he did his entire being shuttered in agony as the maggots burrowed underneath his skin. Mark felt the slippery warm moisture of blood droplets soaking his clothes.
Mark gasped! His hands dropped. His lungs twinged and tightened. The atmosphere became heavy and squatting, charged, ionized and breathing with primordial sludge.
Then out of the mirror a long skeletal toad colored arm with large powerful beastly claws dripping with spectral disease came reaching, immediately followed by thunderous clacks and flashing jagged green lightening.
Time halted, water in the faucet ran upwards puddling on ceiling. The bathroom lights flickered then light bulb burst. Then, the air chilled and stung. The steady stream of water formed a solid icicle. The insects froze hitting the floor and shattering thousands of ice balls.
Marks thoughts bled chaos. His heart seized in anarchy.
A wafting pungent odor caused involuntary convolutions in Mark's stomach, he vomited. Acidic booze, flies and maggots that found refuge in his mouth eructed outwards. As the stream of saucy gook projected past his lips it freezing into a solid mass falling in a hard thud.
“What the fuck, is this shit?” Mark slurred out loud. He felt the daze of the booze starting to lift and although painful the mobility started to returning to him limbs. Mark flailed his arms and legs still coarsening in torment from the maggots that now felt as if they hugged his bones.
Mark pushed himself up by grabbing onto anything useful his hand came in contact with. Then he strained his deadening weight upwards. As he reached his feet he tried ignoring the maggots ingesting his flesh, but the pain was quickly becoming unbearable. His mind now free of the drunken haze. His limbs back under his commend. Mark persevered.
Mark sensed salvation as listened to a stirring of commotion and banging coming from the other side of the door. He had to open the door. He had to escape this imprisoning nightmare.
Screeching for help, Mark reached for the bathroom door hoping to make his quick escape. He fiddled with the door knob. The door handle turned. It twisted. He pulled, pushed and shoved it. It didn't budge.
Suddenly, a second arm came through the mirror more terrifying the first. With it's large grotesque lizard-like lineaments it flexed its muscular appendage lacquered with boils and bubbling pustules. The blight exercised its claw as if strangling and unseen man.
The flagitious visage of unkempt pestiferous horrified Mark to his marrow. Pulsing fibrils of heat and cold scurried up and down Mark's undulating spinal cord. His breathing quickened again. Even with fear grasping Mark and with the excruciating pain squirming maggots eating him alive form the inside out, Mark needed freedom. He lunged at the door slamming hard against with shoulder. A loud thud echoed. The door didn't budge. The clamoring from the other side sealed threshold continued.
Mark clawed at the door. He moaned. We winced. He slammed until his bloodied and sore knees buckled. He toppled over as limp doll.
Then a misshapen hellion head speckled with seven horns curving and spiraling upwards emitting sparks of golden fire pushed in the room of damnation suffocating righteousness as it entered. It's eyes wide and deeply inset high on it's brow tightened and in laser precision on fixating on Mark.
Then the monstrosities eyes narrowed and beams of yellowed-crimson shot out engulfing Mark.
Mark withered, buck and rocked. He squealed. He grunted.
More of the beast kept emerging. Enormous spider-like legs came through mirror one following the other. Then a bulbous viscous oozing torso bending and twisting in ways unfathomable to Mark's mind unfolded. As the creature stretched out folds meaty rotting fleshy clumps spilled out over it's legs. The beast's horns to scraped the ceiling ripping bits of sheet rock free from the roof.
The brutish entity seemed to know what Mark was thinking and responded. “No, I am no the devil. Then laughed. You are hairless abominations. Diseased children of Lucifer and the lamb. A mistake I plan to rectify.” The creature continued, “you see, I am father. I am mother, and I am the beginning and the end. I am lord of the Djinni. Lucifer and lamb were nothing more than abortions of my loins. I've allowed the light to fester long enough.”
Mark, stunned, shocked, blubbered, begging for his life. “It's too late tree monkey. Humans are bottom feeders not even deserving of my excretions.”
Mark's heated and begun burning as if tossed inside hell furnaces. Throwing his arms Mark attempted to stave off melting feeling brewing in inside. The intensity of the inferno raged and ravaged his skull. Drooling blood dribbled free from his nose and ears.
Mark screamed. His muscles contracted. He would've cried but he well past being able to shed any tears.
Liquifying brain matter seeped out the Mark's nose. The chutney yellowish froth of nicotine and white colored pulp mixed with blood driveled down Mark's chin staining the collar of shirt.
Continuing to heat Mark's cranium gave him the oddest sense of bubbling.
Suddenly, Mark's right foot exploded sending flecks of bloodied pinkish flesh an d white shiny bone fragments splattering across the cream stuccoed ceiling and walls. His withering body contorted in fierce cramps and spasms. Mark incoherently babbled and caterwauled. The crimson orgy continued saulting as a sanguine geyser. Tendons and veins dangling free at the end of his leg twitched and spurted drenching the floor copper shellac.
Mark reached up holding his hand with all the strength he had left trying to surrender, but he Djinni laughed mockingly. “Mud Ape.”
Then with look with condemnation the Djinni Lord exploded the mans chest outward. His ribs cracked, splintered peppering the room, lodging large bony daggers in the ceiling and walls. His heart cannoned out, suddenly, it stopped in mid-air collapsing inwards. The shrinking tightening ball of muscle and fat squeezed out every drop of grisly cherry carnage. Soon nothing remained but a small purulent sack of squished grime.
Mark's lungs and wind-pipe pulled free from his mouth escaping the chest cavity propelled by unnaturally hyper inflating alveolar. His air sacks floated until it to burst contaminating the bathroom with gleaning raw meaty gristly morsels.
. The creature of the mirror wiped bleeding, skin and fatty tissue off it's horrific face. stretching out it right claw it dug deep in the Mark's gut tarring out his innards. Holding Mark's undulating entrails in it's monstrous lizard-like claws the Djinni squeezed pasty pulp from the digestive tubes. Then it licked the slimy sausage with it's long thick coarse raucous tongue. The Djinni shuttered in pleasure at the warm syrupy taste and crammed human debris in mouth swallowing it whole.
Rolling in his head, Mark's eyes exposed the gelatinous orbs backsides scarlet capillaries bulging from the excess blood. Mark's mouth dribbled with thick yellowish froth while his tongue hung free dangling. The Djinni stepped over the remaining body that was a vellicating globular mess of tepid human porridge.
The Djinni stood at the door for a long moment. The Lord took a breath stamped his left cadaverous arachnid leg causing the bathroom door to shatter outwards. Millions of wooden splinters embedded themselves in two bodies pushing on the door from the outside. The rag dolls slammed petrosal against the adjacent wall as flying wood shivs continued impaling their bleeding meat suits. Their lifeless corpses slid motionless down the wall coming to quiet rest on the floor.
Moving skillfully with directed cunning the Djinni flaunted down the hall into the main room leaving an icy stench of decay in its wake. Upon entering the room chairs, tables and furniture flung aside clearing a pathway for the Djinni. The creature entered the room.
Stretching out two sets leathery wings the Djinni stamped its legs. Once it wings were fully expanded they reveled covering hungering vociferous mouths salivating and drooling acidic molten liveried sickness on the inside. The backs side of the wings were peppered with grotesque eyes blinking watching perlustrating intently.
The Djinn stood tall colossal, triumphant, dominating; exuding dementia.
The Lord settled it's massive sarcoidal girth peered around and in a thunderous growl made it's unnatural presence known. Emanating insanity the Jinni watched intently as the going hoard went in to various states of frenzied lunacy. Many of the rabble were bottle-necked at the front door trying desperately to escape the desolating nightmare. Others attempted breaking windows, while several huddled as mental slobbering wreaks in crap stained pants.
A group of the stinking rabble broke bear bottles then in unison sliced themselves gutting open their bellies allowing their slippery intestinal serpents to unravel in heap on the floor. Then each quickly immersed in eating themselves until falling over in a final death-rattle.
All ones that had trying to push front door exploded splattering the room with a hodgepodge mash of soupy sanguine rubbish. Others had their faces torn free form their entrenched positions causing their to heads to volcanically erupt. Their blood belching bodies showered and drenched everything in a dazzling display of crimson crude.
One woman cam barging in the room the Lord snapping a quick look the Djinni snatched her off the ground lifting her high in the air.
“Cockroach,” the Djinni scowled.
Then, the lord chiseled his claw deep in the chest of the shrieking woman. Tarring free her skeletal chassis the Djinni threw it aside then dropped her boneless bloodied mass on the floor. Then Djinni unleashed a putrid yellowish-black stream of diabolical skanky foulness atop her lifeless, pungent, gelatinous mass of human detritus.
Then from the Lord's periphery it caught site of an unholy union, a blasphemy of lustful desires It was spectral triage of putrid foulness engaged buggery and oral copulation. The odious coitus was ferocious unnatural and dripping with fiendish sweat and creamy ruination. The fornicators completely oblivious to the Djinni's presence continued their hideous adventures of coprolalia debauchery and oral blasphematoria.
“Your glamor doesn't work on me. You play acting charlatans mumming to impress ignorant humans. I see you for who you really are” The Djinni Thought. “ I should have know, where there are drunk humans there are angels and demons. Decadent worms.”
Two angel's godless genitalia slapping and spanking slithered in and out of the demons festering slime dripping tunnel and morbid juicing mouth. Body parts moved vigorously. Moans of pain and pleasure permeated.
Sandwiched between the angels knelt the demon; A foul temptress of perversions. The whorish fiend with bucked wildly heaving it's succubus breasts hungering and screeching eagerly for flesh bone and souls. The Monstrosity's bent over allowing unrelenting repugnant bodily violations cried out in moaning hysterics. It's legs long muscular outstretched sweated profusely with a liquid sulfur sheen.
Her eyes combusted with furious gold and orange. The damnable succubus body was bendable and eel-like. It's shiny armor plating forged in hells furnace glinted from a layers salty opalescent sticky stringiness. Her head and shoulders slithered in countless venomous asps laced in a cesspool of warm pearled sludge
The debauchery continued with lurid fervor.
The hind-side perforating angel hellion-bitch chocking it until near unconsciousness only to release its grasp and repeat. The angel on the front end shoved it's unrelenting endowment in out of slippery demon's protruding mouth. The she-beast was caught in a ram fest of defilement and boneless degradation.
With the angels in the throws of dark passion, unbridled ecstasy, their jostling causing their griffin, human, jackal heads to sway side to side. Their chests undulated casting peculiar shimmers from plating forged in the suns glory. Their legs strong and sturdy blazed with the fiery tears of the lamb. Their alabaster bird wings, ample and coercive flapped the angels chorus as they continued their deranging sexual usurpation's.
The angels and demon continued ignoring the Djinni.
The Djinni unsnarled a long extremity wrapped around it's left leg. At the end of the long gaunt sticky mass's mouth a serpent licked thirstily with anticipation of devouring angel and demon pulpiness. It slithered across the room slid up the hind-side angles leg penetrating the angelic anus then burrowed it's way through to the lower gut entering the demon's infested putrescent honey chasm.
The impaled angel hollered while grabbing hold of the wiggling leash of disgust. The angel pulled. It twisted and jerked. The angel couldn't break free from the chthonic grasp. Then the angel slide down the scaly tether toward the Djinni spinning its head eying the assailant.
The Djinni lashed out with it's puissant claw. The angel folded his wings in attempt to block the blow but Djinni's razor-like fingers loped off the angels head taking with it top half of the angel feathered protrusions. An effusing violet storm of angelic porridge spurted spraying the lambs mire. While the angels decapitated body fell limp the Djinni's had pushed it's phallus in continued tunneling through the she-bitches body pushing up her throat coming to a rest in devil's brain. The eating phallus expanded causing head to fracture splitting it two; a back a half and front half.
The pistillate vixen's brain sploshed out of the back half of the skull sliding it's lubricious fetidness on the floor. The front half tore free pulling along the demons tubular corolla with a torn bit of esophagus. The oral copulating angel fell backwards with the demon jaw still wrapped around it's engorged organ. The angel watched as the pinkish gullet jetting out floundered.
The angel quickly swiped at the lumpy folderol staining it's loins hurling it at the Djinni. The blocked the partial head. The angels stood. The Djinni retracted it's ontogeny and securely fastened it around it's leg.
“What are the you?” The angles asked in vitriol.
“Bow to your father,” the Djinni responded smugly.
“You impudent plague. You can't kill me. I'm an angel of the highest command under Michael, wielder of the “Spear of Destiny. Protector of the host.”
“Ha, Michael is maggot. Which makes make you less than a maggot. I won't even bother defecating on your corpse. I tire of your insolence. If you will not bow, then you will die.”
After sizing each other up the angel struck first, lunging at Djinni. The Djinni ducked. The advancing angel flew over him. The angel was quick! It spun charging without completely regaining it's footing. This time grappling it's talons on the Djinni's hulking shoulders. Flapping it wings hard the angel pushed the Djinni's demonstrative body hard to the floor. The floor bent and bowed, boards cracked and splintered under the enormous weight.
Contorted twisting bending the Djinni tightly balled itself then exploded out while sinking it's feral wolfish teeth deep into the right should of the flailing angel. Tarring a wad of angelic flesh the Djinni spit it back in the angles agonizing face. The the Djinni lord let out a bellowing cry charging on the offensive.
Seizing the paining daze of the angle the Djinni to pounced , trying to subdue it. Although injured, the was still fast and spun and bent over over backwards twirling it's legs n over the in a large circle. The angle darted. Spinning around it faced the Djinni. Suddenly, in the angel's right hand, the “Spear of Destiny” materialized.
The Djinni knew immediately that he was about to contend with the ancient “Spear of Destiny”--one of the few things ever crafted by his kind that can kill an immortal. The angel unraveled long hydra tentacles wrapping them around the Djinni. Then attempted driving the “Spear” through the Djinni's calloused heart .
The Djinni quickly pushed open his wings, loosening the angels grasp just enough to wiggle it's right arm free. The “Spear” missed its mark. It penetrated the Djinn's shoulder. The “Spear's” ethereal point exuding out the back side--tearing through muscle and ligaments. The Djinni letting out a bellowing howl, crooked his head down, and began gnawing on one of the slithering round arms that held him in it's grasp. The the angel released him. Stumbling backwards just as the Djinni bit through the tough angel flesh. The withering extremity fell off flopping and squirming. Syrupy angel juice sprayed pelting the Djinn's eager tongue.
The Djinni shook his head violently with the chunks of flesh torn free from the angels stuck in it between its massive teeth. Bits of angel debris splashed the walls and begun their slow descent leaving trails of drying goo.
The angel hurt, shivered in pain. It looked at Helsinki through its glossy eyes if to say “you haven't seen nothing yet”. Then the floor board between them exploded upwards sending wood splinters flying.
From beneath came an army of the dead that had been buried underneath the house. Some were tall, others short and all them in varying degrees of decay and rot. One after the other they climbed their way up through the floor. The stink of must dirt and death rising with them.
The Djinni let his mind wander for a quick moment. Then with a thought blew out all the windows of the house drawing swarms of flies and locusts. The hungering insects encircled the dead
decomposing dead. Than came the soul sucking spiders black with death. Thousands of them parading to angel.
The angel began glowing a brilliant carmine releasing a sudden burst of ionized energy. All the insects immediately keeled over dead in mid flight, hop, or crawl. Again the Djinni was left to deal with the madness of the dead preparing to take him down. Quickly the Djinni threw a glance at three of them, levitated them, flinging their frail, bony bodies at the angel.
When the angel stepped backwards, it moved as the Djinni wanted. The Djinni lunged it's rounded girt knocking four more mindless automatons out of his path. Shoving the angel even further backwards.
The angel hissed skewering the Djinni through the right arm with the “Spear” it had somehow managed to hold in its grasp. The Djinni's arm went limp as the as pulled the “Spear” free leaving behind a gaping wound bleed it's saucy ebony crude like a running faucet.
The Djinni angered pushed the angel again with every bit of energy it had left. The angel toppled over dropping the “Spear”. The Djinni scooped it up and rammed it trough the throat of the angel.
The angel gurgled, cramped and constricted.
The Djinni shook his left arachnid leg helicoptering three feeding soulless damned trying to consume it's body. Then without out hesitation looked down at the angel pulled the Spear free and plunged into the heart of the angel.
The angel's body went limp. The animated corpses dropped silent. All the could be heard was the dripping slosh of human demon and angel viscus entrails and stringy wadded fleshy mash dripping chromatic humour in matted hairy heaps.
The Djinni moved gingerly about the room breathing the salty rank air admiring the carnage. The Djinni smiled wolfishly at the room filled of disembodied heads, legs, hands, feet soaking soaking in bloodied muscle, fat, gristle and lower bowel excrement. Twining tendons and spinal cords vellicated spurting copious amounts of colorless sap.
Then, the sliced a large gash in it right arm dripping it black calamitous blood in a pool. The puddle boiled and smoked. Then bones began grinding, winding and crunching like sludge in concrete mixer.
The Djinni watched as two horns began protruded upwards bending and spiraling backwards. They glowed fluorescent red while and radiating with melting heat . followed by a shapeless form morphing into an inhuman skull. The forming fledgling's eyes were deeply inset beneath thick folds of milky-gray leathery skin sagged oversized wide and ominous. It's evil frigid stare consuming and steely. It's jawbone shot out and taking the shape a of bovine-canine hybrid gnarling with feral nicotine stained teeth dripping with stringy rabid saliva.
It's body arose dark and hulking. Its' torso infused with armadillo plating. Porcupine quivers streaked downs its spine. It flexed it's pterodactyl wings armed with lunacy. Standing gangly and attentive the brute cocked it's head peering pensively at the Djinni.
“Fly to my brother the shadow king tell him I have arrived. Have him meet me at the moon hanging low in the sky. Then go and tell the Lamb and Lucifer. I have arrived.”
The heinousness beast grunted and took to the air crashing through a wall then out in the sky.
“Daddy's home” the Djinni yelled turning it's head skyward. The lord hovered for moment listening to echo it voices imprinted.
Then with the butchery complete the Djinni flapped its mighty wings raising swiftly in the air.
The whole house shook. The walls collapsed. Fixtures fell. Rubble rose. The Djinni broke through the caving roof squawking and shrieking as it climbed higher in starlit sky. Turning the Djinni and looked back at the house burning in a fiery inferno. Watching the house disappear in a wonderland of reds, yellows and blues the Djinni flapped higher.
Then with a blink the catoptric Djinni skyrocketed away in still of unsuspecting night.
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