Thursday photo prompt: Timeless #writephoto

Gabriel was more relaxed than he had been in aeons. He had not lost his patience for at least three days. He was a new Archangel.

Saint Peter had mentioned this to saint Paul who inturn had mentioned it to the big man himself.

Michael and Azriel were happily going about their work of watching the errant humans. Azriel was relieved not to have had Satan whispering in his ear all the time.

“Where is Satan” saint Peter asked the big man. The big man smiled and winked. ….

Down on earth in the middle of nowhere in particular there was strange new vibes at a stone ring. The word new is not often associated with stone rings.

What was going on saint Paul asked of the big man. The big man touched his nose and smiled. They both looked at Gabriel who was relaxed, calm and happily oiling his sword.

It is all simply explained. Four days ago Gabriel had gone into total melt down. Saint Peter had found him running naked through Heaven’s gates. He had asked the demented archangel what was wrong. One word was the shrieked reply. “SATAN

Saint Peter had reported this latest event to the big man who had immediately visited Satan and frog marched him out of Hell.

They had arrived at the stone ring. The big man smiled and apologised to the old stones for any inconvenience he might be causing them. He explained that this new devil shaped stone would be joining them for a year.

The oldest stone asked what will happen to Hell while he is away. The big man assured them that Hell could wait, it’s timeless.

So peace reined in heaven, while a crotchety Satan did his best to cause trouble with the old stones, who totally ignored him.

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Twittering Tales

This is my entry for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales.

More trouble in Heaven and Hell.

The snow had fallen for days now. The whole town was cut off. Those stuck in the library were warm and well entertained. Micheal was helping Gabriel search for his talc and Azriel. St Peter had told the Big Man it was a Code White. Satan was warming himself by the fire, happy.

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The Day after Halloween

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The Day after Halloween

November  the  first and  he had  been left  behind

All witches, ghouls  and  ghost  had  returned home

Gone  every imp  and  devil, he  alone the  only  remaining of his kind.

Here amid  the  humans, what  was he  to  do  alone.

 He roamed  the  streets, haunted  the parks, prowled  the  shopping centre

He hung around  the  schools  looking  for like  souls to play  with.

He messed up children’s  rooms, upset teenagers, no door he couldn’t  enter.

He was  so lonely  and  bored  nothing on this  earth  any  joy  could give.

 After  a  while  when  the  demons  roll was called, finally he  was  missed

All hell was let  loose  where was  the  boy,  the  haunted  soul

Who would comfort him, could  a human  sooth him like a vampire  kisssed

Would  angels  find him  and  steal his  evil and make him something whole.

 So out  the  went  the hoards  of hell to search  the  world and search it  well

All  this  fuss  for just one  boy, because the  devil loves  his  own

The loss on Halloween was  more than he could bare, an  empty  space in  hell

Out  the Furies  went, they  found him and  took him  home.

 

 

Gate Keepers :4

Reality begins  to peel away layer  by layer

The mists  of time swirl and so emerges the first player.

As the bell rings out it’s manic knell

The hordes of pain and sorrow stream out of hell.

 

 

Chilled to the bone and filled with fear.

 

The gate keepers watch the past rush in and future disappear.

 

Pinned to the  spot unable to move from where they stand.

 

They watch in horror as the unplanned ignores all ceasing commands.

 

All thought of hope abandons them as they watch all descend into mayhem.

 

 

The Stand 3

His fangs sank deep in to my neck as I fell I heard something crack. I couldn’t breath with the weight of that filthy hound on my back. My hair was red with blood the dog knocked me down with a thud!

He ran his paw along my spine I stabbed him hard with my knife. I took pleasure in hearing him whine. I felt his blood gush out of the wound, it fair made me heave. I swear I felt his evil soul crawl across my bleeding body as he took his leave.

I threw his filthy carcass off and and tried to make a stand. I pushed my hands in to the sludge but to rise was harder then I’d planned.

At once another hound was on my back. I was so very tired I cursed the help I lack. This one is toying with me I feel him push my face in to the maggots and demons on the ground. They  claw my eyes and scratch my face. I tried to scream blood fills my mouth I cannot make a sound.

Up on the hill I see a flash or is it a trick of the light. Is this help can I dare hope. Could that be the Lady Pen……. is that  a dragon’s smoke.

The pain is growing too much for me to bare, I feel I must give in now that my true allies are here. I feel the life draining from me I can no longer see. My spirit floats above me  the battle to  oversee.

TO BE FINISHED……………………..

THE STAND 2

They had left me, they had gone. I alone stood to face the foe from hell.

The slime and shit that crawled up my spine shrank back as they got the smell.

Unmistakable the stench of below where fungus festers and brimstone flows.

The Dogs were coming at me now , I raised my sword and drew my knife

I could smell their breath and feel their heat upon my skin, I loved life

but I feared that mine had run it length. I dug deep within to find my strength.

The hounds drew near acid from their mouths burned my toes, the stench of their breath got right up my nose. Their teeth began to tear at  my legs loosing the demons off my back the shit the dregs . I was glad their grip was gone they had been draining my strength for far too long.

I swung my sword and slashed with my knife,

I made them bleed and I gave them strife.

They bit my shoulder and ripped my arm, how I bled

I screamed and kicked and hacked at last one of the dogs was dead.

The others angry at their brothers demise roared and rolled their demon eyes.

I was certain all was lost all bridges burnt all mountains crossed!

I raised  my head up to the sky as a dog leaped at my throat and screamed OH! God,Don’t Let Me Die!

TO BE CONTINUED………..

The Stand

Alone I stood.  Lost, deserted railing at the moon.

Angry  was I, and abandoned too soon.

Fled, they had all left me to my fate

My preparations barely finished  all my hopes blown away like loss of faith.

Unready, unprepared I felt my pride and strength begin to drain.

It was not so much what I had to face  but, their betrayal that caused the pain.

My body twitching my bladder suddenly emptied.Was I this, wretched weak

Could I  not hold my pride whatever the future was, no matter how bleak.

As the last lights of their lanterns disappeared from sight

I was engulfed  by dark and the unholy spirits of the night!

They curled around  my feet and drank the water I had passed.

The ran their tongues and claws up my spine. I did not know if I could last.

Suddenly with no warning there they were, blood for drool and fire in their fur.

They stretched and then they caught my scent,  piss and fear heavy on the air.

There was nothing for it, what else could I do.

Those bastard cowards left me here and I would damn well see it through.

I took a breath and faced them ignoring the demons on my back.

I raised my sword and screaming I threw myself into the attack!

TO BE CONTINUED………..

The Final Act

This is the final concert the last and final act! You will not be leaving here dears with your bodies or souls intact!

OMG they they were fucking epic this closing act they took the audience  in their hands and squeezed the life out of them just like a tiny cat.

No one could quite believe what they all saw with their eyes the girl she was on fire (smoldering) and he covered in maggots and flies.

But the music held them it lulled them into trust , sadly that is where it all fell apart as their souls were turned to dust.

Something in the music turned them all mad if it had not been such a free for all you might of thought it sad. It was nothing more than an orgy couples at it everywhere naked arses and boobs abounding everywhere. As the music grew louder orgasmic cries could be heard the crowed could not get enough of each other” YES YES ” was all that could be heard.

As the music got even louder and blood began to flow from their noses and their ears  and between their lips, why, we will never now. They all began to drink the blood they loved the bitter metallic taste , they sucked it from each other, the lapped it from the floor  not a drop went to waste. The howls rose up loud and clear for  MORE, MORE, MORE!!!

Death and his daughter Apathy performed their fatal act, louder, louder their music rose and the walls began to crack! The floor beneath the audience suddenly gave way. Not surprising it could not take all the shagging that took place that day! The ceiling started falling as the crowed fell down to hell and Satan and hoards stoked up the fires  and greased their wrack’s and shout “Thanks Death that went well!!”

So Death turned to his daughter Apathy, he grinned at this spectre that he loved so very well and said to” Okay Sweetie we gave them merry hell!!  ”

GREED

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Greed, greed evil fingers reaching out to grab you, it will rip you up and make you bleed.

Feel the tingle feel the gain lovely luca give it, give it straight through my vein.

Creeping crawling, sweaty rush give me give me I crave for more see me roll in greed on the floor.

Nothing quenches this endless craving I want, I need I will lie and cheat you, I am just beyond saving.

Silk and satin by the roll pretty diamonds I control. Filthy money makes me high like a drug it makes me fly.

Leave me??  will you, see if I care my soul is lost. Your touch means nothing if  your money is not there.

Greed , greed come consume me make me fly lift my joy into the sky fill me fill me give me more watch me writhing on the floor.

Greed, greed evil fingers reaching out to grab me, it will rip me up and make me bleed. Slowly dragging me through the ground and in money I am bound .

I have no soul left only yearning, give me, give me  the craving is burning . Nothing left at all of me and all because of greed. greed.

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