twas hot
as a furnace
and the
bellow cheeks
of a
hollow god
were blowing
a hard
divine wind
creating
dust clouds
that
veiled the
horizon
as the
dark began
to cover
the once
lit land
materialising
out of the
dust clouds
riding along
a dried up
creak bed
as the
applause
died down
from the
stone crows
flapping
a
lone being
the Fates
called
Coyote
coated
in dust
rode
into the
Firmament's
baked hard
land
on the
back
of his
big red
planet
sized
horse
breaking
a
chilling silence
that had
fallen
throughout
the
darkening
ancient gods
graveyard
the sound
of the
horse’s hoofs
drumed
a warning
echo
through the
silent dusk
to the
phantoms
hiding
in the
cavities
and
behind
the
broken bones
on the
edge
of the
darks ledge
that there
was some
being
of a
some what
deadly nature
that had
entered
into
their realm
a warning
that a
doom slinger
was
coming
that would
go
unheeded
for the
aroma
of death
that hung
on the
horseman
was like
honey to
the Fates
and their
bear warriors
or
other foul
minions
Coyote
looked
along the
dried up
creek bed
at the
stretched out
burnt out
Satan
whose
smouldering
bones
the Fates
detested
rested
under the
hanging hair
of an
ancient ones
skull
the
broiling heat
was trapped
by the
dark lid
that slowly
covered the
Firmaments
cauldron
making the
atmosphere
feel
even more
oppressive
as Coyote
moved
his big
red horse
towards
the
charred form
as he
drew nearer
he saw
a trio
of stone
crows
perched
statuesque
on a
stretched out
bone arm
of an
ancient god
gloating over
Satan's
remains
Coyote
reined in
his mount
and
from his
elevated vantage
point
quietly drew
his
silver skull
engraved
shooting
pup
with a
blue
as death barrel
for
Coyote's
scary
white eyes
could
still see
wisps of
smoke
rising from
the remains
whispering
a warning
that
danger
could still
be lurking
somewhere
close at hand
in the
now
darkening
landscape
of the
ancient gods
graveyard
of blood
spilt sand
Coyote
leaned forward
in the
saddle
looking down
on the
smouldering
bones
to ask
of them
"well well
old fiend
of a
friend
i'm a
guessing
you're all
burnt out
from
chasing
that
figment
Justice
i'd say
time heals
all wounds
but
well lets
just say
i don't
usually use
gratitudes
platitudes
in an
interlude
it seems
an oracle
erred
it's seams
nah
seems
to me
to be
all oracles
err for
the Fates
and their
dictates
so why
one
has to ask
did you
believe
Destiny
questions
for
another time
i'd wager
so
bye bye
for now
ol' fiend
i have
other quarries
other stories
to get
done
and
dusted"
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the doom slinger 9 act 3
and so lost child
the being so wild
with
the fancy gun
went on the run
hurrah hurrah
he drank in the dark
to cover his arc
but
the Fates had time
for hearts do chime
hurrah hurrah
life's the toxin
fears concoction
so
we all do imbibe
life's bitter jibe
hurrah hurrah
he crawled to a tree
to set himself free
to
eat of a fruit so pure
'tis said to be the cure
hurrah hurrah
the Phantasos berry
it was quite contrary
now
how did the Fates know
where the tree did grow
boorah boorah
Satan
sat on
his
dark horse
with the
sweet
sickly
after taste
of the
intoxicating
berries juices
glueing
his tongue
to the
side
of his
mouth
looking
up
Satan
could see
Justices
vine arms
twisting
up
into the
canopy
of an
ancient
atlas tree
laden
with ripe
pus sore
filled
addictive
Phantasos
berries
around
his neck
were
Justice's
interlocked
skellington
locked
noosed
woven
decaying
ropey
fingers
Satan's
blurred vision
saw
whoman
wisps
leaping
round
a bonfire
flasks
pressed in
passionate
smudging
kisses
to their
lips
in thirst
fueled
passions
of their
fears
one sage
whoman
wisp
broke off
from
the group
he drew
his
swan off
shreddergun
loading
the device
with
powdered
belt salt
filled shells
then with
empty
calloused
roving
eye sockets
he shot
Satan twice
clipping
Satans wings
then from
the fire
he drew
out two
pistols
their barrels
glowing
bright orange red
which he
pushed
into
Satans
temples
laughing
dispassionately
in time
to Satans
howls
of pain
his feet
jigging
to the
cheers of
approval
from the
intoxicated
lynching
party
Lightning
flashed
across
Satan's vision
darkness
rolled
across
his eyes
storm clouds
bursting
he could
see
the drops
of
Justices
drool
rolling
of his
tongue
and
splashing
onto
his face
like drops
of
itching
burning
acid rain
Satan
closed his
eyes
the
lynch mob
had
disappeared
when Satan
opened
his eyes
again
and saw
around the
crackling fires
light
the eroding
graveyard
stillborn
dirt mounds
of the
recently buried
drunken
lynch mob
from the
fire light
stepped a
lady
on
spindly legs
her face
hidden
by a
grotesque mask
for half
of the
mask
the flesh
was so
so alive
with
Mira's
radiant beauty
where
as the
other half
was so
filled of
pale death
she
looked like
Hel
Hel
strode
to where
Satan
sat on
his dark
fading
horse
waiting
to be
hung
in the
Fates
eclipsing
mourning light
in
her hand
was a
unseeable
edged
fork tongue
blade
which
Hel used
desperately
to try
to cut
Justice's
tangled flesh
from
around
Satan's
emaciated
throat
instead
Satan
felt
Justice's
decaying
ropey
burning
fingers
tightening
around
his neck
his gnarled
broken
nails
digging
into
his flesh
in the
waning
moonlight
which now
reflected
out of
Hels eyes
Satan
could see
Mira
screaming
from
afar
at him
“ your hands
are free
take the
frackin'
knife
DRAKON
save
thyself
from the
vine
that binds"
thunder
clapped loudly
drowning out
Satan's
strangled
questioning
howl
into
the ends
darkness
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mourning found Drakon once again retracing his waltzing strides his wrath heating his flesh which dripped sweating weeping through his skin falling as droplets of sizzling fatty gloom into the streets coarse sands grinding teeth flies dodged the annoyed tails of yellow boned horse skeletons collapsed hitched outside the main streets drowning trough outside the blood stained glass window sinderblock church of the Fates Drakon consumed with wrath unable to stop himself continued on determination set deep in his cold whetstone opaque eyes yet Drakon could feel a strange cracking lunatic grin fixing itself across his burnt leather on bone face the light would be waning soon vengeance was a waxing dark aeons had come Satan's chest parted both bat wings as he entered the saloon his right hand hung loosely on a level with his fancy pistol the bartender cried out rather nervously “Whiskey…… OH Shit!” then the bartender collapsed to the floor boards prostrate before the bar as if it were an altar to the Fates that had just saved his life and he was before the altar giving his regrets Satan stared at the tall flaming charismatic figure of Justice standing at the bar only for the image to blur and fade out then fade back in to show Mira naked her bloody cemetery cartoon tree spindly limbs patched with tattered pieces of her abstract autumn leaves dress flies feeding off the dried blood that had ceased its finite weeping from the bullet hole in the middle of Mira’s head that watched Satan accusingly without blinking As if the man at the bar the Fates called their Justice could see what Satan could see he laughed loudly joyously as he stepped back into Satan's vision Justice gestured at the bar followed by friendly words thrown at Satan that stung Satan's burnt leather on bone cheeks flame white “man it’s a hotty Satan stop standing in the doorway a holding back the breeze why not getz yourself to the bar Hell boy I’ll buy you a whiskey lets drink to your dead witch and bastard son” Satan didn’t move flies stagnated around him in flight Justice drunk his whiskey then refilled his hourglass with his right hand leaving his left hand hovering over his holstered six shot flaming gavel Justice laughed again a lazy charming mocking smarming sound that went with his next monotone statement “ well Satan come lately if we ain’t gonna be civil like and drink together I guess as gentlemen in disagreement, to be civil we should perhaps due…..” Justices flaming gavel cleared his holster before he’d finished the word “duel” and had his flaming gavel's barrel nose up and deadly eyeing Satan's disappearing nostrils Satan's cold whetstone opaque eyes had caught a slight shift inJustices body position Satan's right hand grabbed his fancy pistol by the scruff of its neck and fanned his fancy pistol as he threw himself back out the saloons batwings Satan's fancy pistol's trigger guard had been cut away meaning his vengeance clawing index finger was squeezing off parting lead shots before his back hit the boardwalk a shower of wooden splinters rained stakes down on Satan from Justice's shots destroying the swinging top half off the bat wings that the towns laws were carved on with Yahweh the butcher's knife when no more shots followed Satan stood up he pushed open the remaining section off the bat wings while using his right arm to holster his fancy pistol he looked at the bar to see Justice dead instead he saw his lovely Mira sitting dead on the saw dust floor a sappy blood skid mark down the altar front from where his lead nails had punctured right through her chest and out her back. Mira’s head sat at a strange angle while bees went in and out her mouth as if it were their Nectar filled hive. Satan fell to his knees at Justices black spurred boots sobbing his words out that were choking him. “ Mira love i’m so sorry, Mira , my Mira” the dream blurred out then back in © bg 2021
the doom slinger 9 act 1
the past
rehashes
deep
scratches
within the
subterranean
consciousness
records
where Satan
fossilizing
buried
the deranged
the estranged
needle bones
of his
origin
in the
underground
sewers
where his
ghost were
now
socializing
had formed
and
risen deformed
to play
upon
his mind's
stage
in a
catacombs
nightmarish
pantomime
act 1
Mira
beautiful Mira
Lay outside
on the
dirt
beyond
hurt
at
the foot
of the
marred
steps
that led
to the
charred
threshold
that
Drakon had
carried
Mira across
into their
honeymoons
adobe
Less than
nine
full moons
ago
Mira lay
trapped
in the
spinning
cogs
inertia
of a
fairytale
death
Drakon
always
lost
his breath
at Mira’s
soft beauty
now
broken pieces
of his
heart
caught in
his throat
choking him
all
he could
see
through his
blurry vision
was her
silent
blood curdling
scream
her
dried up
tongue
stuck
lolling
playfully
cheekily
from the
corner
of her
rigor mortis
mouth
filled
with flies
hatched
from the
magots
of lies
Drakon
could see
dark matter
had exited
the back
of Mira’s
head causing
Drakons
world to
fly apart
the
pulpy mass
made it
look like
Mira
rested
on a
blood red
fly blown
plush pillow
her body
surrounded
by the
wreath of
stones
that had
pummeled
her dress
into her
divine flesh
till her
hourglass
lay a
bloody
pulpy
smashed glass
dessert
the
ground
swallowed
Mira
and her
mound
without a
sound
as if
she'd just
slipped
into
the creek
without a
splash
and
drowned
in the
groping dark
Drakon
tried
to dig
Mira up
from where
grief
possesed
he had
mindlessly
buried her
down
on the
corner
away from
little jack
mourner
in the
dried up
creek bed
that would
come back
to life
when the
primordial gods
seasonal
reigns
came again
Drakons
bare hands
became
bloody
worn down
to dem
bones
the
dry earth
drank
of his
blood
and ate
of his
flesh
Drakon
howled
Pain ,
Anger,
Love,
Hate ,
up
at the
moon
and the
moon
in that
dark time
reflected
back the
dark horse
Selene
to
carry him
along the
shadow canal
Drakon
had begun
crawling down
after kissing
Mira's
half
eaten lips
one
last time
before
whispering
one
last vow
into
Mira’s
chewed off
ear
then
without
even
the strength
to move
on
or flick
one grain
of a
dust tear
to fill in
the hole
he left
Mira in
looking like
Hel
Drakon
slowly
wasted away
wrath
began binding
Drakon
together
lifting Drakon
with a
howling storm
beneath his
emaciated
flapping
madly
drying
wings
to land
on
two strong
legs
beastly enough
to trod
on
the path
of
VENGEANCE
for aeons
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through the bones of primordial gods scattered by old crones across the plateau Satan tracked his fleeing foe from the signs he did sow defecating across the killing field where time cannot be appealed and not believing in luck set out in pursuit of his constipated lame duck the heavens on fire crackled and popped an infinite palette of marbled fiery red clouds rolling across a copper ceiling colliding with a thunderous murderous clap causing Satan to turn his opaque eyes to the angry heavens as transparent void droplets splashed down over him as he waltzed across the plateau in pursuit of his quarry soaked through to his bespoked chattering bones Satan cursed unto himself as he looked about helter-skelter for some shelter for he'd had enough of the reigning monarch's drowning piss just recently to sink a flotilla of arks Satan took shelter within the cranium of an old god passing the storm of time away trying to remember what his quarry's next move would be when Satan began wondering if the oracle's vision was malleable when suddenly as the oracle had shown the reign concluded but the heavens were still on fire and Satan felt trapped in a oracles mire worn down he fell asleep on a creek bed outside of the thoughtless primordial gods finger painting stained cranium hidden under it's dead weeping willow yellow hair seven sturdy pink hide mammoths hauled the wagon along the trail that drunkenly wound through and around the bones abound of the primordial gods off to the left the wagon trail mimicked the flow of the dried up sandy creek bed it paralleled the creeks banks were lined with bones some still had hair attached that hung weeping willowish over the dried up creek bed providing Satan a pool of gloom to rest under from the saturating heat of the heavens embers glaring judgmentally down on the Firmaments badlands cloth masks hid the wagons guard's and driver's scowling faces from the burning dust and choking light they wore mammoth white dyed wool robes the guard sitting on the left hand of the driver had a ankh shreddergun faithfully laid across his knees in the back of the wagon two guards clutched well used sarcophagus repeating rifles nested vested amongst the hacky sacks fill of untold fools gold headed for Woden'sOasis which was less than five bars aways as the wagon sways buried under the masks nervous sweat etched the faces of the wagon riders for their dangerous run between the indigenous gold mine and Woden'sOasis was nearly complete soon their dues would be paid their citizenship into Woden'sOasis purchased but they knew the jinn bottles would try to claim their salvation from them through violence and theft the driver hoped the lazy rag corked jinn bottles rolling around in the Firmament badlands wouldn't smell the lure of their pure fools gold they carted for he was in no mood to die this chapter the wagon had rumbled mumbled on past where Satan lay undetected covered in a blanket of dust escaping from his burdens when up ahead they saw deadfall on the wagon trail the ankh gunner tapped the wagon twice then lifted his ankh pointing it at the tangled mass of fallen god bones that could hide a bakers dozen of the nasty rag corked jinn bottles and more ominous had not been there on their journey out to the badlands gold mine the driver looked desperately swiveling his head from east to west for a way to steer around the deadfall but the rutted trail was following the dried up creek bed on the east while on the west the hedging primordial god heads empty bulging eye sockets watched their passing there was no way but through the deadfall or risk sinking their dreams somewhere out there in the badlands quicksand's the driver fried sighed preparing to haul on the reins for shifting the gods deadfall was a mammoths task the stolid sheared mammoths pulled back on their harnessed raw hides slowing the wheels of the wagon as the guards kept their guns nervously trained on the deadfall the butts of the guns quivering locked into their shoulders as their eyes perched on their gun sights searching the deadfall waiting for the jinn bottles ambush the guard with the ankh gun jumped down to cover the driver as he unhitched the mammoths he needn't have bothered for at that moment a shot rang out he fell against the wagon casting his ankh away then he slid into the hardening ground disbelief hidden under his death mask but not from been shot that he expected but from been tricked bye the jinn for the shot came from the dried up creek bed the guard drained out alone abandoned bye his companions busy as more shots blasted out of the creek bed as the two in the fools gold nest tried to swivel around and retaliate flame spouted from the muzzles of their sarcophagus repeaters when they got into position then blood welled from a deep hole drilled in one of the guards barreled chest his grape juice soaking into the white dyed trail grimed robe as the draining guard slumped back onto the bags of fools gold his eyes caked glazing over as the last guard existing reached over and took the drained guards sarcophagus to help fight off the attack several rag corked jinn bottles veils pulled up over their faces surged over the dried up creek beds concealing banks smoke puffed breathlessly from their wielded guns as the driver stepped out from behind a mammoths pink leg yelling while firing both barrels of the ankh from the hip shedding jinn bottles into mosaic pizzas the jinn bottles were closing the gap as the driver frantically tried to reload the driver turned to see the last guard thrashing around as grape juice gurgled from his throat torn open from a lead thirst the driver cursed he was alone stranded against a horde of gold lusting jinn bottles as he thumbed back his ankhs opposing hammers he thought about surrendering giving up his fools gold and his chance to gain entry into Woden'sOasis yes he'd throw himself on the mercy of the jinn horde then he spat out the idea that any rag corked jinn bottle would grant him a golden ounce of mercy for if their role were reversed he hadn't the ankh went off with a loud boom none of the jinn bottles fell because the driver had been punched in the gut bye several of their lead fists and he'd spilt his golden leaden death milt shot uselessly into the Firmaments wagon plowed ground crumpled leaking wine juice from his perforated barrel stomach into the unconsecrated firmaments badlands ground before the approaching indigenous jinn bottles he jealousy watched them reclaim their hijacked wagon fill of their coveted gold and fade from sight © bg 2021
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the ol' levitation corridor wound round the base of a low mole hill dotted with bush petrified and scattered around ol' god volcanic mountain oysters that literally begged to be licked for luck or misused for an ambush yet the tall wiry rider sitting astride the big red horse following the defunct levitation corridor seemed unconcerned under his dusty black bowler hat as his scary white eyes were preoccupied with whatever the words having a lie down on the books pages were telling him rather than watching for back yard back shooters like mean dean to pop up with a rifle to take his trifle coin and his trifle life mean dean was a mean shot dead eye back biter who stole from whomever then gave the coin away to the drug lords and their statuette pirouetting falling madonnas in any ol' towns temple he took a cleansing communal piss bath in the shot rang out once again mean dean had plugged his target dead center through and through knocking the bowler hat clean off the wiry riders head exposing his victims reddish greying ash hat hair which the breeze lightly tousled playfully yet the rider appeared unfazed as he continued digesting the words of his book around twenty feet away from the smoking eye of the rifle the big red horse pulled up and the rider looked up casually from his book to fix his scary white eyes on his ambushers secret robbers nest nervous sweat trickled down mean deans clocked face as the rider astride the big red horse stared unflinching at him as if he were nothing more than an escaped cadaver "you a pumpkin head kid it ain't Halloween kid now who boo you trying to scare cause i gotta tell you kid an ol' farmers wife with a rolling pin who thought blind mice were her sins would look more scary" dean's voice hid so his jaw flapping drew a grin from his accuser who was supposed to be his trembling tithe paying serf then his words squeezed out in a highly squeaked reply "frack you you son of a bitch" the rider leaned forward in the saddle asking of the highwayliege "you'll pass on your sweet regards to my momma when ya see her but what you jawboning 'bout kid you needs a new sock well if'n you ain't polite i'll a climb down from my high horse and put your foot in your mouth and pull on a new sock for ya" the rider straightened up in his saddle grinning from ear to ear at his mirth that made no frankincense mean dean stared along the barrel knowing he'd levered into the rifles chamber every ounce of his bravery as he stared down the sights into his victims lunatic gates befuddled as no mark before had behaved so cavalier marks begged marks pleaded THEY prostrated before their highwayliege giving generously for their lives they didn't insult or call him goddamn names "shit " who is this guy thought mean dean so spitting mad but knowing he was to scared spitless by his victims gloating demeanor to try so instead dean licked his crackling lips nervously before trying to speak again in a less mickey mouse voice "mister i don't know who in Hades you is or why you think you can insult me but if you don't start a explaining i'm a gonna donate you a third frigging white eye that'll be forever bloodshot " the more mean dean talked the braver he got he could feel his saliva flowing freely again so he spat then ignored the spittle that ran down his pocked chin to stalactite drip onto his dusty past chequered shirt muddening one dusty spot over his heart "o kay corral dem puffed up slogans kid fore i plants ya pumpkinseed i'll entitle ya to knows me handle the fates call me Coyote" Mean Dean sighed "nope don't reckons i knows you " Coyote grinned nodding his head " yep figured you weren't widely travelled also having followed your trail through the passage i thought i mights find you round these parts causing grief reckon for i kills ya kid you might be able to tell an ol' reaper if i be heading in the right direction to happen on Pandora's tunnel" "you thinking me an idiot mister Coyote the levitation corridor only goes in two directions you came from one so go figure mister jackass" Coyote grinned in reply as with his knees he maneuvered his big red turning a little more on an angle to mean dean then Dean blurted out relieved that standing up behind his rocks concealed his damp pissed squiggly patterned pants as he tried to cut a deal to get the upper hand "well i reckons if i lets you go you gotta let me live what you reckons there Mr Coyote we gotta deal" "can'ts say we do kid " drawled Coyote his smug grin dusted away to leave his face cruelly blank as a slate for mean dean to read "on account kid you been to lazy to bury your dead folk i've met along the ways kid you gaveth them a deal took their tithe then gaveth them a third eye in the back of their heads which tells me dispatching your sorry ass from this here territory is the only ways i see the light on the morrow " mean dean sullenly replied "i didn't wanna have to kill you mister Coyote" Coyote sadly shook his head " yeah kid you did it's your creed" Coyote looked mean dean straight in his raisin eyes deans mouth went dry again at the sight of Coyote's scary white eyes deans level head began to nod slightly unhinged unconsciously he began " a Baker's dozen odd milestones that away past an old morpheus tree grove there's a walled up hole in dem Asgard mountains i guess that's your Pandora's tunnel well your times up mister Coyote guess you ain't gonna go down without a fight but fore we throw down what's that book you're so engrossed in" Coyote looked down at the book cradled in his hands then he looked up grinning "why it's the good book of our Author kid and it says here do a kindness unto the mean and their gratitude shall bless you untold " mean dean brightened up and sarcastically chirped "so you ain't gonna kill me cause if you shows me a kindness I'll be ever so filled with blessings for you mister Coyote " Coyote snapped closed the good book in his left hand his right hovered over his silver skull engraved shooting pup with a blue as death barrel his muzzle now hidden behind a dark foreboding clenched mask only the white of his eyes told Mean Dean he was looking at the same man Deans trigger finger started to quiver as it tried straining with arthritic fear to curl around the flat cold piece of steel that could end mister Coyote mean dean had seen fast men including his narcissistic self when he practiced amazed and mesmerized at his own genius speed in drawing a gun magically out of the ether for hours in front of his own shadow but Coyote's speed surpassed them all in less than a split second dean felt one of Coyote's pup's spat out lead teeth sinking deep into his forehead a blinding ghost sheet of white light flooded his vision that darkness seemed to bleed and seep through as he whirlwind around the unconsecrated ground disappearing behind the ol' gods volcanic mountain oysters a knowing Coyote moved of to retrieve his holed hat from the yellow three eyed skull of one of mean deans previous marks as Coyote adjusted his bowler he remarked to Meanless deans resting worm riddled adamned corpse "that's the problem kid with the Author's book its open to interpretation your idea and my idea of kindness come from two totally different perspectives " with his holed hat back upon his head Coyote rode off into the shadows of the Asgard mountains tipping his hat in farewell to his highwayliege's hovering glowing dust devil © bg 2021
the doom slinger 6
trail dust that sticks like mud from the waste plains to the ether disguised the fact that astride the pale stallion with the peg leg a female materialized with whom one should not trespass across her path she looked every part a gunslinger of doom a killer there was nothing about her to tell a different story except perhaps the fact she rode a three legged stallion this might have informed an astute observer that this being however sick had a kindness Hel knew where her trail led she'd passed through once or twice before through the aeons chasing Justice all over the realms yet still she cursed under her foul breath when Purgatory walked into view shimmering exotically in the waste's heat haze Hel steered her gimp horse towards the gangplank knowing her outlaw never faltered was relentless in escaping retribution for Justice manipulated others to dispense commit heinous acts in his NAME and in a town like Purgatory he had his vine to harvest his rotten bunches Hel touched her defiled left cheek winced haunting images flashed through her mind bile spilled from her half eaten purple lips she would have retribution for her demon demanded it just as a stomach demands to be sated for Hel there were no borders she wouldn't cross for all territories had become her table to feast upon and if Purgatory was again to provide a main course then folks of Purgatory that is why when she sore your town she cursed under her sweetly sickly breath "amen" Hel pulled back on her reins after crossing the gangplank into Purgatory halting the tall pale stallion as she entered the main street where the white noise crescendoed a million flies worshipping feasting told Hel it wasn't her presence that had the town all abuzz piled up on a pyre waiting the executioners torch floating on the dead calm void were blood syrup soaked flesh vessels stacked pancaked one on top of the other noodle innards escaping oozed out of fatal wounds the sound of chanting echoed out of the mourners maggot filled mouths Hel inhaled tightening her half chewed lips her sunken eyes fluttered closed before opening wide as she nudged the pale horse forward past the remains of a battle knowing Flaming Justice was involved caution filled Hel as she guided the pale horse with her knees while her hands rested over the ivory grips of her shooting cubs as the moody heavens darkened indicating the passing of time while she guided her horse towards the house of ill repute rearing up beast like before her at the point of the fiendish towns pentagram her quick eyes noticed the bloodstains across the street and at the foot of the rocky stairs the soaked up fiery blood stained lake above which a few prospecting folk were picking out gold and lead nuggets from the ground and walls that had taken damage in the gunfight proceeding her entrance Hel sat back in her saddle as the pale horse instinctively halted nervous faces looked up some with legs took their nervous satellites and skittered away around corners or into quickly closing doorways Hel dismounted then calmly stood absorbing the defiant looks the remaining grapes gave her "you looking for something troll duckling" asked a blind ol' lady who carried a burdensome bag of lead as she stumbled along the courthouse steps Hel's smile deformed as she asked somewhat sarcastically "seen a critter named Justice round here got a flame beard and slaughter kinda follows him" the blind ol' lady paused considering a lie while watching the light vanish from Hel's sunken eyes " does he thinks himself a god" ‘‘Yep. He’s a full blooded god being" Hel nodded continuing "though he pretends to be a transcended bastard whomanbeing now and then " the blind ol' lady's face altered twas plain as false light in the dark she did not like the gods "he’s a god FRIG I hate gods and yeah as a god is my witness he was in Purgatory till that ol' devil came a calling and he hightailed it flaming through those dem doors the blind lady growled pointing up towards the unhinged courtroom doors "ol' devil eh" Hel stepped up thought ridden to begin her ascent ‘Yeah troll he was sort of tall real mean looking had no flesh on dem rattling bones which sure scared off your prey" she went on "oh i should of started with this tattered wings hooves and horns first time i'd seen the likes" "I’ve encountered such a being before" Hel sighed tugging at a braid of her long feathered crow black hair then hesitantly she took another step she didn't need to know more she mused inwardly "ha Satan so you couldn't have me so you think to have my retribution" a slow twisted smile lit up her eyes in their depths as she muttered coyly outwardly " silly ol' devil" to herself as Hel took another step towards Justice "what was that troll lady no matter i can see your busy contemplating but you watch your back now that Justice he got his cult of alchemist to try and stop that ol' devil i mentioned whilst he hightailed it they might see ya as kinda two peas in a pod if you knows what i mean'’ the blind ol' lady warned her before turning her back shuffling away Hel watched as she folded into the dark past "who the hell are you crone" Hel turned to face her abrupt questioner that had come sneaking up from behind Hel's sunken eyes reddened as she appraised the large oaf standing with one calloused loaf resting on the grip of his rusting pistol "yes Hel" she replied her voice dangerously level in the dark oaf couldn't see her blue flame fingers dancing over the bone grips of her own cubs oaf paused then raised his voice up like an angry bear preacher "you ain’t welcome in Purgatory best you take your rotten hiney and skedaddle crone" Hel sighed ‘I know that now stop interrupting go back to hiding behind your preconceptions fiend" Hel stood still watching the man's final countdown oh oh oh it's a draw Hel had an advantage she could see through the dark that surrounds whomankind the man whistled like when a kettle reaches boiling point his right hand furiously tugged his pistol from it's holsters dry mouth where as folks Hel's hands moved silky swiftly both her cubs were drawn from their tiger skin holsters in less than the mans racing heartbeat Hel cocked the cubs hammers and before she squeezed both hair triggers thought "i've beaten him do i need to kill him" then she heard her golden reply "do unto others as they would surely do to you" Hel tickled her hair triggers a moment yawned then one lead canine severed the mans vocal chord the other tore the mans head off like strong wind would lift off a toupee a look of death dread appeared on the man’s hard boiled blood egg shell shocked face as his gun fell heavily on to the courthouse step dragging its owners vessel in it's wake once the oafs flesh hit it bounced it rolled it bounced it landed to revive the sacrificial dried up fiery blood red lake at the foot of the towns hydra ©bg 2021
the doom slinger 5
Satan stirred hearing sirens through the fog singing the pungent odor of rotting life assaulted his nose cursed flies mated on his face he brushed them away with a imaginary arm he hoisted his eyelids forcefully light flooded in kaleidoscope images beamed into his yawning mind which screamed "cupids" Satan sat bolt upright the cupids who surrounded him stepped back the stench followed Satan stared into their sour pulp fish hook torn faces infested with maggots Satan cracked a smile his lips refused to produce lips numbly staring he mumbled his gaze from cupids to cupids who all stood naked except for a siren skin loincloth covering their pulpy mass nether ether regions each cupid held a crossbow or wooden handled club with idolatry carved stone heads in the holders image their snow white blood dusted mite infested vulture wings were folded allowing Satan to see chained and collared battered and bruised behind them sat the lamenting sirens who had woken him with their mournful singing Satan tried to gain his feet before a pulpy congealing muscled chested maggot infested cupid stepped forward shoving his poxed stone head against Satan's chest pushing him back into the pearly pebbles rage flooded Satan filling his being with birthing strength standing him up to face his roe foe as the cupid raised his stone face yet again Satan stepped forward growled "poor stupid cupid" (for the alley oracle foretold " they knew not what they did ") as he grasped the cupids wrist in an iron age grip the two beings stood eye to eye then with the power vested within Satan shoved the cupid back who stumbled a few steps as Satan reached for his fancy pistol the cupid shot forward his stoned face raised as Satan let the hammer fall releasing lead that parted the thick ether of tension between the emaciated washed up Satan and the pulpy roe chested cupid whose cold stone face kissed Satan on the forward head and shattered into a constellation meanwhile Satan's lead crossed bullet cast the cupids heart out onto the stones to season while the cupids body staggered backwards vertically challenged then as if melting dissolved into the voids bucket without a splash still surrounded by cupids Satan reached behind his back for his other fancy pistol then gave each a turn at the storm of cupids closing in he did not watch the cupids falling as like in his visions his grim faced lead bullets burst their targets like clown balloons twisted stretched into whoman form with his lead pins Satan realizing that the close proximity almost flat pebbled beach offered him no cover from the slings and arrows of his enemies and tiring from dodging the lethal projectiles inserted into the ether at him he created a bloody doorway using his lead crossed tipped chisels to carve the gap he flew through toward the cliff face where boulders grew like a beard he dropped behind a large rock hailing arrows followed striking the rock musically showering sparks and fossilized bone all over him as he continued to blast his fancy pistols while Satan's emotionless face bore the fresh burden of the truth tearing scarring his leather burnt on bone corpse gaunt features Satan swiftly reloaded his pistols and resumed blasting at the silent multiplying cupids whose arrows chipped away the rock Satan had chosen freely to take his stand behind he'd gunned down more than a dozen baker's dozen of the enslaving cupids but more were popping out where from Satan would of answered "the clouds" yet the ether was clear an arrow bounced of his left horn but he did not flinch as his boney fingers held the reaper triggers meaninglessly as his opposing thumbs fanned the flaming hammers of his fancy pistols while watching the futility of his unerring bullets knocking the cupids from the sky was only betrayed by his tears acid etching new scars down his emotionless corpse masked face for this was his lot ordained forever and ever war without end trapped cycling within wars punishing aeons seasons behind his emotionless mask blasting his foes with fancy pistols fancy pistols which again needed reloading Satan's bony fingers fished deep into his boiled leather jacket pockets for more damming ammunition hooking a handful he refilled his guns full of the void soaked lead bullets Suddenly an arrow hit Satan in the neck a spurt of steaming vapor stinking of brimstone whistled into the ether Satan grimaced cocked his hammers pushed his fossil emaciated frame up as close to the rock as he metaphysically could as the cupids were circling above blood dried rusty dust and imp mites fell from their feathers mixing with the brimstone and the acrid damming fumes of the fancy pistols smoke rising colliding to form humid clouds over the beaches where the cupids could hide their attacking formations far of on their rocks by the voids edge the captive sirens had crawled back to while their abusers attentions were elsewhere began anew an old song as their wounds were cleansed by the voids baptismal splashes the cupid vultures continued to fire their bone crossbows but they were shooting blindly through the thick cloud cover Satan ignored the volleys of arrows shot at him from above stepped around his rock his hooves trodding into puddles of the fly bloated fallen winged fetus carcasses bleeding and rotting on the pearl pebbled beach where he'd washed up Satan blasted both his pistols into the ether paused and listened for the sounds of cupids raining from above he didn't need keen eyesight to notice the dead and wounded plunging to their punctuated death beds arrows whistled happily through the smoke and dust from the cupids crossbows above suddenly the cupids broke cover to begin dive bombing Satan who snarled "this ain't right " cocked the hammers of his fancy pistols once more as he fired up into the attacking carrion leftovers barrel rolling and tumbling down from the heavens said his lead found their targets dropping to rest on one knee partly blinded Satan laid his guns down to rest while he wiped his dust caked opaque eyes as a cupid successfully dived bombed him the eerie sound of the cupid's stone face whispering a lullaby in his ear pitched Satan rolling into the bloody pea soup gravel shaking himself awake Satan saw his guns gleaming out of reach as a cupid swooped towards him Satan rolled into an aerial with drunken agility as he unsheathed his fork tongue blade from behind his back his acrobatic hooves placing him right under the screaming cupid he reached up snatching the dive bombing cupid by the braided umbilical like hair pulling down the cupid the long lethal unseeable edged forked blade was thrust into the cupid's chest as he was plucked out of the ether epilogue the cupids last kiss was the bloody unconsecrated grounds pearly pebbles he bled for Satan turned to see above a half-dozen cupids through the thick dust caking his eyes could see the stunned stunted expressions etched into their stoned carved faces he flew straight at them he forced the forked tongue unseeable edged blade amongst through their butter flanks melted blood flew off the fork tongues gleaming blade in artistic swishes as cupids fell all around when he had carved his way into the clear Satan retrieved the fallen fancy pistols to give a few fleeing cupids a parting shot before turning wings beat to climb the rocky cliff face up out of the slaughter house his hooves driving into its broken face's flesh yet no matter how fast he climbed Satan couldn't escape the pain he had inflicted upon himself as he pushed himself pulled himself over the cliffs edge to stand on the edge of a plateau ©bg 2021
the doom slinger 4
Satan spiraled through the woke turbulence vortexes his bullet clipped and holed emaciated wings spread like they were pinned by an invisible god's entomologists finger pads as he slipped through the killing jars ether Satan was desperately trying to slow his decent as he tried to read the ethers jet streams when he slammed into a hibernating shadow tree growing out from the pear shaped chasms stagnant weeping walls which knocked the wind from beneath his wings he then desperately tried to cling like a hatched partridge fetus to the tree for life as gravity suckered him into slipping like a snake along a branch then hanging like a fruit until inevitably rotting dropping back into the fall Satan's holy wings folded like in a prayer didn't have a hope of slowing his steep descent as he plunged head first into the watery cold black void his momentum dragging him under the voids dark foaming surface where all was absorbed corpse arms failing he rose to the voids foaming surface gasping just as the uprooted shadow tree slammed into his chest knocking the proverbial wind from him yet again he rose again to the voids surface gasping for essence the voids emptiness flooded in burning his lungs and throat knowing he was in quite the pickle he grabbed hold of one of the trees proffered outstretched limbs grateful for something to hold to in the meaningless dark foaming voids brine waves of fear rolled and crashed over him as Satan fought his way through the foaming void and tangled limbs to the middle of the shadow tree's trunk where being more stable he pulled himself up onto his dead looking tree of life raft before collapsing like an emaciated split crow carved on a totem in an exhausted relief a wave slapped him awake as he wiped the stinging void from his eyes until he thought he saw the blurry outline of an ark pitching and rolling on his horizon Satan paddled towards where he thought hoped he had envisioned the ark but the wind and lashing waves of the void tossed his life raft back into the dispiriting void as lightning split the heavens followed by the thunder of the emperor's fallible god's judgement the flash revealed nothing but the freezing emptiness of the heaving and lashing void his tree of life was tossed through while upside-downly downly-upside Satan hung on ever so grimly as through time the waves nine tails kept on stripping the tree to its heartwood while lashing the fallen to the bone the brine cauterizing the sap and scorching his lungs and throat when swallowed causing a reaction Satan shivered while retching to expel the void's icy emptiness of doubt as he stared wild opaque eyed into the howling blackness that stared mirror like back at him as he waited for forty benighted aeons and forty enlightenment aeons for the ark to reappear while the battered shadow tree appeared to dip and dive toss and turn trying to loosen his grip on life in another bursts of lightning Satan saw with foreboding other messiahs floating dead bobbing flesh corrupted eroding away on the void's dark foaming surface fastened to their trees their stomachs intestines exposed knotted in a figure eight bizarrely tethering them to anchors caught on the voids icebergs desperately Satan looked through the debris as lightning again illuminated the voids ship graveyard spotting no survivors among the wreckage Satan gave up and paddled on battled on fueled by an age of rage his wind milling arms churned the void Finally after time had abated Satan rested the raging void calmed light from the heavens above became constant no longer flickering injecting him with tormenting horrifying images of death and hope into the depths of his opaque eyes and the infallible god's thunder no longer clapped rhythmically in his ears his throat stripped raw from the brine's cattales swallowed and his mad bellowing echoing into the faceless storms pointless bombardments had fallen silent for Satan exhausted had hung his head ominously in contemplative resolve to continue down the path of revenge upon those that had traduced him and those of his ilk he loved lifting his head from his reprieve his eyes revealed a lands mountainous white cloud cliffs Satan wondered where in the void he had drifted as the distant lands greying harshness began to swamp his eyes with survival tears Satan had no idea how far offshore he lay adrift but as his corpse thin arms began windmilling upon his tree of life breaking the voids frigid surface he fixed his will on the beckoning distance that fed him intravenously a little more persistence thinking he was closing in with the land he began to make out the features of the distant rocky shore line his corpse arms exhausted wind milled limply on fill of aching knotts and will breaking pain Satan ignored his grinding bones continued circling willing himself on through the blissless will sapping milling void cranking up his heavy head for his opaque eyes to measure the distance left to beach upon that pebbled pearly shore his opaque eyes cried out from the crows nest "we be nay the closer cap'n" where upon Satan's vessel lost it's bottled elixir an odd specimen drained of adrenaline it's flesh gone skin baked on to crumpling bone left alone to atone on a fruit tree devoid on a bloodless void © by bg 2021
the doom slinger 3
enter
the courthouse
a realm
consisting
of a
deep deep deep
unfathomable
cave system
a
labyrinth
of
alternate realities
inhospitable
to its
notional
inhabitants
on entry
Satan observed
above
luminous
gravity defying
headless hunchback
seraphim
their
grey smoke entrails
spilling out
like
wisps of
egg whites
dropped in
boiling water
they
floated poached
haunting
the
polished
marbled walled
corridors
each carrying
ignoring
bundles
of
wailing
decomposing skin
parchedments
as
they past over
Satan
the sound of wind
sighing
or was it
moaning
could be heard
over the
wailing
yet
Satan
felt no breeze
only smelt
rotten
eggs
sand
flowed across
the
cave floors
corridors
erasing
Satans
hoof prints
as he
tried to find
his way
forward
into the
labyrinths
dark
alleyways
following
the
streams of sand
was as
deceptive as fruit
as they
merged
diverged
doubled back
on
themselves
covering
the flames
trail
or was it
erasing
sweeping away
one's own
tracks
towards
potters field
the deeper
into the
cave system
lit only
by the
smoldering
end
of a
carcinogenic
rolled
cigarette
polished marbled
walls
gave way
to rough
sketched nameless
rocky faces
which were
covered
in moss beards
from their
cracked crumbling
chalk skin
bleeding images
pearls of wisdom
spilled
eroding
incomprehensibly
into
the sand
rivers
to be
reformed
finally
admitting
to himself
he was
lost
in the
infernal
cave system
of the
courthouse
archives
Satan
suffered
a seismic
depressive
shift
of mood
when the
flowing ground
seemed
to list
"all is doomed"
Satan thought
a red tape
snake
that could
be found
naturally lurking
anchored
within the
systems cracks
beneath
the surface
of the
sand rivers
flowing
throughout
the
courthouse
cave system
had
looped
noosed
itself
around
Satans
left hoof
tripping
him up
as he
prepared
to hit
rock bottom
with a
doomsdays
meteorite
splash
Satan reached
round
to his back
unsheathing
an
unseeable edged
fork tongue blade
once given
unto him
by a friend
by a foe
once drawn
Satan
slashed
with his
knife
at the
snake
that would've
dragged him
into
the cracks
to
devour and excrete
him
into
particles
of the
caves pictorial
suspeculated
evidence
Satan's
forked blade
sliced surgically
parting
seperating
the snakes
erroneously
scaled body
from his own
entity
standing
free
for a moments
breath
but still stuck
in the
behemoths belly
Satan lit
one of his
previously
rolled
half smoked
cigarettes
with a spark
from his
flint nails
he stared
into the
thundering
howling blinded
heard of minotaurs
surrounded
in a
cloud of dust
picture frame
stampeding
bearing
down upon
him
corroding
sand grains
thrown up
by the
frightened
minotaurs
rained down
landing
pockmarking
his
burnt
leather on bone
tear scared face
ahead of time
through
the
oncoming
avalanche's dust
stinging his
opaque eyes
Satan
could see
a guilty flicker
of a flame
driving
the creatures
from
behind
towards him
"oh Justice
you flaming
son of a
tumbleweed"
Satan spat
at his
quarry
as he drew
his
fancy pistols
before
realising the absurdity
of his actions
he holsted
his
fancy pistols
preparing
to be
trampled
into
civilisations bedrock
instead
as he came
to peace
with futility
his
survival instincts
came to life
animated
Satan turned
finding a gap
in the
continuity
of the
cave systems walls
he ran
towards the crevice
without hesitation
forgetting
to look
into
the trojan horses
mouth
Satan
took a
leap of faith
an unforeseen error
beginning his fall
down
into a
chasm
© by bg 2021
resurrecting the trashcan bard 
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