When I visited the devil, I expected his intelligence level to be up there, but it wasn’t. He’d been in hospital for over a week due to an injury to his head. I walked over to the bed side where he looked up at me with a great big beautiful docile smile. It made me happy to see that somewhere inside, that amazing being was still there.
I took to the foot of the bed where I knew his feet would be and lifted the hospital blanket back so I kiss them. I did so with great tenderness.
He began to moan and so I continued only now I was bringing passion along with my mouth. Gnawing and biting like I was trying to eat his wretched soul through his feet. Delicious. My love was growing.
He let out one final moan and I stopped, letting out a massive shudder and gaping wind. I looked up to see his head had rolled back, eyes open and mouth ajar with a lovingly gaze spread across his sweet face.
I felt enriched. Powerful. Fulfilled.
I pulled the hospital blanket down back over his feet and slipped out, down the hallway and back into my own ward.