Free Infernus by Mike Jones Page A

disbelief.
    "How can you do this to me? I'm family!"
    The torturing man tittered helplessly and kept pouring.
    "My son," Red said, "dare to answer me this: if there was another creator, would he have created something as hideous as that? I think not!"
    *****

Red kept feeding his massive bloody member into his own mouth. His son was whacking his father's black orbs with a metal paddle. The father's sore-encrusted sockets were constantly leaking a red fluid and the corners of his mouth quivered in weepy silence.
    The member shivered as it began pumping huge draughts of syrup-thick goo down his fevered, raw throat.
    *****

"No, my son," the demon said. "Look at it this way. I will rip this off-" Snap... tear... "-and feed it to you like-" Shove... rip... "-and make you eat this, too!" Rip... insert...
    They looked down at the dismembered corpse. It was gazing up at them, helplessly, saying these words through weak lips: "When will you stop torturing me? Don't you know I cannot protect myself? When will you stop torturing me?"
    Its eyes were pleading up at them. The demon and the satyr wept with howls of laughter for a thousand lifetimes.
    *****

He vomited up a clotty mass and said to his father, "It's like having two snow cones shoved into your eyes while you're flying through the air at ninety-five miles per hour!"
    "Yes, my son, now shut up while I tell you a hideous story. Once, there was a lie that we lived a mortal life before our entrance here. No idea is more foolish - the true and final horror that you must face is that you have only dreamed such nonsense." Flatulence occurred. "You have always been here!"
    Their screams continued as before, unabated.
    *****

The father watched as the son leaned over the gray-white corpse. The son popped a dry eye from a socket and threw it to the rock floor. It cracked open.
    "You are the cruelest vampire satyr any father ever had."
    "I feel no remorse at all, Father."
    "My point exactly."
    They began laughing and continued to do so for many eons.
    *****

"Why do you fear to show me this next exhibit, my father?"
    The son was standing before a heavy crimson curtain, thirty feet wide and thirty feet high, and he knew not how to part it.
    "Because I fear, my son, that ye will ne'er stop laughing." Red looked at his son lovingly and noticed bright orange flames playing among the blood-clotted flanks of his fur-coated legs. It was advancement, and the son was unaware of it.
    "Show me, Father, show me!" His mouth blathered in his never-ending screams. His vampiric teeth bled freely, streaming down his beard.
    "Very well, bastard son." Red then addressed the curtain. "Open...now!"
    The curtain parted slowly. The son was unable to take in everything he saw.
    "Oh, Father, what is this?" the son screamed/whispered through his quivering mouth.
    There was a portly man in the middle of the red-lit room. A great silver machine encased his backside. Long needle-like arms protruded from the sides and entered deep into the ribs of the sweating man, penetrating repeatedly while the unseen rear of the squid-like machination thrust into him much like the workings of a steady clock. His eyes squeezed shut for the level of pain unknown to anyone
    "He has no legs, my beautiful, bastard son. Well, they had to be removed in order to fit him for the machine, which is by far the most necessary thing, as you will soon see."
    There was a dull black machine in front of the fat man. A large black pipe came from somewhere above the room and fed into the top of it. A thick tube then ran from the machine into the man's mouth, which was constantly salivating and blubbering. His throat expanded as some unidentified product sluiced rapidly down his gullet.
    Standing all around the machines, watching him, screaming but doing their best to look as if they were hysterically laughing, were ancient bodies. They passed around a golden key between the fifty-odd souls. When one received it, a body seemed eager and drooling to