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The Lord of Maggots (Revisited)

Captain.Heroin

Captain.Heroin

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Catastrophic calamity, a loss of self
Awe struck salt bar, the bridge forlorn
Eloping vacancies, disrupting norms
An eruption from the ground. Property destroyed. Lives lost. Power outages.
The Lord of Maggots has returned.
"Aside from this valley of vapid arrogance, I have a purpose here." A snarling voice echoes in the recently decimated landscape.
Cautious cauterization leads the Lord to the ruined temples of wasted energy.
Drunk wandering people notice the Lord. No one questions this apparition. Intoxication induced hallucinations aren't as grand as the Lord, but the indigents believe they merely reached a supreme euphoria, unmatched by any previous experience.
"Fuck me, kill me, these people reek. Shall I spare any lives?" The Lord asks no one. It was a rhetorical question to no one, for nothing.
"Shall we never meet again?" A voluptuous woman speaks to the Lord. She dares challenge him. She dares to seduce him.
Her breasts swayed, uncovered and warm from her fast beating heart.
"Goddess Aphrodite, mother ..." The Lord of Maggots trembled before her nude body.
"Adonis, your father, would be proud of you to return to this wretched realm. Destruct and become victorious."
A blazing light began and then consumed Aphrodite. The Immortal Goddess merely laughed as she walked in the ruins, torching the destruction.
The Lord of Maggots held his breath until he became light headed. He waited for his vision to grow dim.
Then he inhaled. The stench of untouched cervixes wafted up his nostrils. He grinned with delight.
 
"Expose her flesh on the iron cross." The Lord of Maggots demands a follower. The robed, silent, and skillful figure takes his place in securing this female offering to the Lord.
"Please, have mercy!" The girl screams. The follower doesn't flinch from her objections. The Lord merely laughs.
"Yes, this pleases your mother." The echoing, distant voice of Aphrodite came into the Lord's mind. Her guiding light would lead the way.
The Lord of Maggots became erect and began to rape her on the cross.
 
"You cannot have her - she is mine!" The dethroned priest wailed from a distance. He looked onward with a sniper rifle. He knew the bullets were useless against The Lord of Maggots. His cries were heard by the Lord, only because his hearing capabilities are superb, and transcend human hearing abilities.
The Lord of Maggots laughed. "Mother, destroy his temple. Destroy his followers. I will not stop." The Lord of Maggots commanded his mother, Aphrodite, to eliminate the temple and followers of the denounced priest.
The girl on the iron cross continued to cry out for help. Her labia spread open, and her breasts swaying from her feeble attempts to free herself from the expertise restraints. "Somebody, please, help me!" she cries. The Lord merely laughed.
 
An abrupt sensation of cold ran through the Lord. The female he had pinned to a cross was frozen solid. ADONIS enters.

"My son, I promise you my mother, Aphrodite, in trade, for this female. Your new mission is to exterminate the believers of the forgotten, forbidden priest. Destroy him. Aphrodite is yours, son. I know, having lived through you in a previous lifetime, that you will already accept this offer."

Adonis touches The Lord of Maggots, and The Lord vanishes, his will to do so intact, and he becomes aroused knowing Aphrodite will once become his. She is of unmatched beauty; the human creation was in no match to Aphrodite.

He thought of exterminating the frustrating, aggressive, and attrocious, otter-like priest, and all of his kind, all his believers. It aroused him so that his phallis and nipples grew equal in length.

...TO BE CONTINUED
 
Vicious purple bubbling liquid surrounded the materialized form of The Lord of Maggots.
"Son, now we can be together, forever. Have you extinguished the followers?" Aphrodite asked.
"No, mother. I want to enter battle with you, together. We will be victorious." The Lord of Maggots envisioned desecrating all relics, all temples, all ruins and peoples that followed the forlorn priest.
Choking on dust in the air from crushed brick.
Pillars knocked over.
Virgins defiled.
The believers raped.
The houses of belief destroyed.
The Lord of Maggots is coming.
 
The Lord feasts upon the pus of the open herpes blisters laden on the infectious dry-rot mons pubis of the harem's lascivious Mistress. The greenish discharge would irritate his cracked lips if his face was not wholly anesthetized by the copious insufflation of cocaine and xylene. He inserts earthworms in her anus and suckles upon her lactating breasts as they wiggle in-and-out of her asshole, tickling her.

"MOTHER! Does this please you?", he calls to the heavens in a booming voice, hoping to be heard by Aphrodite.

He awakens the pastoral pederast in the adjacent room. He is displeased as his rest from abusing his catamite was abruptly interrupted.

"What be the meaning of the rude molestation of my and my gay lover's slumber?" he inquires hastily after he charges into the quarters.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!",
The Lord let's out a somewhat effeminate, yet hellacious screech, then rushes the Catholic clergyman, pounces on him like a cat and proceeds to bite his nose off violently. He gnarls like a lion. The whore looks on in astonishment. The priest falls to the floor and weakly attempts to detach the Lord's teeth and head from his face. The Lord viciously bites the priests lips and tears the flesh. The priest screams in terror as red crimson paints his white garment. The Lord impales his teeth in the priest's right eyeball using his orbit as a fulcrum to rip it out of his skull. The priests screams as he lies mostly faceless in a blood puddle. The Lord is continually munching all the flesh from his face. The skin of his face is now hanging like cloth.
 
Waffle Sock said:
The Lord feasts upon the pus of the open herpes blisters laden on the infectious dry-rot mons pubis of the harem's lascivious Mistress. The greenish discharge would irritate his cracked lips if his face was not wholly anesthetized by the copious insufflation of cocaine and xylene. He inserts earthworms in her anus and suckles upon her lactating breasts as they wiggle in-and-out of her asshole, tickling her.

"MOTHER! Does this please you?", he calls to the heavens in a booming voice, hoping to be heard by Aphrodite.

He awakens the pastoral pederast in the adjacent room. He is displeased as his rest from abusing his catamite was abruptly interrupted.

"What be the meaning of the rude molestation of my and my gay lover's slumber?" he inquires hastily after he charges into the quarters.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!",
The Lord let's out a somewhat effeminate, yet hellacious screech, then rushes the Catholic clergyman, pounces on him like a cat and proceeds to bite his nose off violently. He gnarls like a lion. The whore looks on in astonishment. The priest falls to the floor and weakly attempts to detach the Lord's teeth and head from his face. The Lord viciously bites the priests lips and tears the flesh. The priest screams in terror as red crimson paints his white garment. The Lord impales his teeth in the priest's right eyeball using his orbit as a fulcrum to rip it out of his skull. The priests screams as he lies mostly faceless in a blood puddle. The Lord is continually munching all the flesh from his face. The skin of his face is now hanging like cloth.
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amazing read, thank you for sharing!

very graphic.
 
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