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 An angel among us
   A dark tale gothic, demon+g, rape, horror.  Pedo.  If the rape of a
child offends you go away now.  This is graphic and violent.  If you enjoy
such work see how a pure voice and heart deals with evil....
   He waited in the pouring rain in a darkened alley just outside of a
stage door.  The cold rain ran down the back of his heavy blue overcoat. 
The black brim of his stolen `smoky bear' state police hat kept most of the
late October weather off of him.  He kept to the shadows hunched down
avoiding the other Indiana State Police officers who had been detailed to
provide security for the sold out show.  The red and blue lights flashed
from the parked patrol cars blocking the entrance to the hall.  They lent
an eerie background to the rain soaked alley.  Any man that saw a glint of
red in the man's eyes would have passed it off as a refection from the
cars.
   He could hear the roar of the packed house as the young child finished
her song.  No the thought that was not right.  It was not a song for no
mere words set to music could convey the calming smooth power that came
from her angelic form.  He could see the blue light that enveloped the
girl. Others could only see a small child from Western Pennsylvania with an
amazing voice.  He knew in his black soul that she was so much more than
that.  She was the one, the one that would lead the world from the
impending despair and darkness.
   His master had sent him from his frozen chamber deep in the lowest
bowels of hell.  He could remember rain, it was raining when he had led the
mob into the streets of Moscow to pull the Czar and his children into the
dark night.  There were flaming torches lighting the gloom as the peasants
vented their rage against the royal family.  It had been an easy thing to
worm his way into the ranks of the Bolsheviks and fan the flames of
revolution.  It was a straightforward thing to burn and kill to destroy all
that had been built up by others.
   Dark blood ran in the cobblestone streets of the old city that night. 
The cries of dying and terror of the young girls of wealth and privilege as
they were tossed to the hard ground and raped filled the gloom.  Anastasia
screamed in vain as he swung his Cossack's saber in the gathering shadows
signaling the ragged line of `comrades' to fire.  The uneven volley cut the
Czar's family down.  He walked among them giving them the final kindness, a
bullet to the brain ending their pain at least for this existence.
   The young child Anastasia lay on her back an ugly red stain spread
across her chest darkling the hand embroider linen gown from the jagged
hole the bullet had made.  Her breath came in ragged gasp as she clung to
life.  She looked up into the eyes of the tall man standing over her.  She
could see red flicks behind his piercing black eyes.  The child raised a
hand seeking mercy from this demon walking the earth.
   He cocked the heavy Russian pistol and let the hammer fall on the brass
cartage.  The weapon kicked against his hand and a flash of flame licked
out sending an ounce of lead into the child's skull.  There was a pink mist
as her head evaporated into the night.
   He could see the dark froms rise up from the sodden ground and rip the
souls from the departed and carry them down ever down into the pits of that
eternal lake of fire and suffering.  It was a good night to be free and
walk among the living, those that went about their lives no knowing just
how precious each moment was.
   He heard the scream of a young house servant as two brawny peasants
ripped her dress from her small frame.  They pulled the child into the
sim-privacy of a clump of manicured hedges.  He could feel the lust rise in
the men as they fondled her nude flesh.  Their course fingers touched soft
skin and invaded her most privet parts.  Probing her folds and tiny
openings touching the supple flesh they molested her body.
   Her fear and shock radiated as a bacon to him.  These clods did not
disserve that child's innocents.  He did.  He pulled back the dense
interlocking bushes and saw the larger of the two drop his filthy pants and
grab the child's legs.  He bent to enter the waif when there was something
very wrong.  He found it hard to draw air.  There was a burning pain in his
chest.  He forgot the nude child below him and looked down at his chest. 
It seemed that he had sprouted 12 inches of cold steel from between his
tits.
   He coughed and dark blood sprayed out covering the child below.  He
tried to turn his head but he felt so very tired.  Perhaps if he lay down
and napped for a while he would feel like fucking this little bit of fluff.
He was pulled back as the demon drew his blade from the dying piece of
shit.
   The second one must have had a bit of intelligence about him for he
quickly decided that he needed to be far, far from this child and whatever
was looming over her.  He dropped her arms and scurried away into the
night. The dark figure grabbed the dying filthy man and tossed him back
into the street.
   The child was perhaps 10.  She lay sobbing as she looked up at the
man-thing that was towering over her.  She felt an immense coldness
emanating from his form.  His eyes were smoky black, black as the soot
rising from a funereal pyre.  His clothing dropped from him exposing his
alieness.  His flesh was smooth and it look as if it were blackened glass.
Between his legs a snake like member twisted as if it had a mind of it own.
A vile green slime oozed from the wide slit at the head of the thing.  A
drop of the thick substance fell on the child's leg.
   She screamed as the slime burned into her flesh.  Yellow smoke wisped up
from the wound and the fleshy tissue around the lesion turned black as red
lines spread out webbing her lower leg.  Suddenly he was upon her.  His
hands lifted the child and enfolded her body.  His hips split her legs and
she found her legs wrap around his cold hard mass.
   There was a searing agony as his member entered her body.  The walls of
her immature vagina were ripped open as he forced the too large thing into
her unwilling body.  The thing twisted and bore into her flesh stretching
her soft tissue as it punctured her undeveloped cervix.  Her blood mixed
with the vile substance of the demon.
   She screamed as he used her body.  He stole her innocents and corrupted
her soul.  He filled her with animal lust as she fucked him back ripping
her body on his thrusting shaft.  Her young body was now a vessel for his
corruption.  She beat his back and bit down on the hardness of his flesh.
Her fingers shattered and her teeth broke as she abandoned her body to him.
   The poison from his loins spread throughout her elfin body and it was
consumed as she melted into a pool of icky green-black nothingness.  The
demon stood and looked down at the mess that had a few moments before had
been a living breathing child.  He jogged off into the night seeking the
second fool that had fled.  He had to protect the idiot from the violence
his master had let lose, for the master of lies had significant plans for
one Joseph Vissarionovich Stalin.
   The Russian thing, that had been a good thing netting the master over 60
million souls.  Evil grew and prospered under the iron hand of Papa Joe. 
Well that was nearly a 100 years ago, not so long if you are damned for
eternity.  No not long at all just a blink of an eye and time outside of
your frozen pit passes.
   There was a disturbance at the exit, a strewing of bodies as the door
was flung open and the press of humanity surrounding the child moved
forward as a wave.  The officers moved back and stood tall hoping to get a
glimpse of that perfect diva.  She moved as if she were floating above the
ground.  She wore a white silk gown with golden ribbons laced in her flaxen
golden hair.  Some stooge opened a black umbrella to shield her from the
rain.
   The crowed was still chanting "Jackie, Jackie, Jackie, over and over. 
The yellow light from the hall spilled out into the alley pushing back the
darkness for a moment.  He saw her.  He looked upon that face and saw in it
the goodness of all things great and small.  Bright lights flashed as the
slugs of the press circled in like the pack of jackals they were.  They
pushed forward into the line of cops holding them back.
   He threw open his heavy blue overcoat and thrust out the auto loading
shotgun.  The weapon barked and fame and death issued forth from its dark
barrel.  The officer standing in front of him was cut down and others
followed as he swung the deadly instrument at the line of humans between
him and his prey.
   Some panicked and ran and trampled any unlucky enough to have fallen in
the wet alley.  Two large men threw their bodies in front of the child and
tried to get her back into the safety of the brick and stone of the
building.  The crowed behind them still pressed out and they were trapped
there in the doorway.  Three officers drew their weapons and retuned fire
striking the man who was advancing still firing cutting more men down.
   The heavy 9mm rounds struck him and knocked him back but he did not
fall. One office yelled.  "He is wearing a vest.  Take head shots, kill the
fucker!"
   The pistols barked and bullets careened off of his body whining off into
the darkness.  Someone raised an Uzi and emptied all 32 rounds into the
man. He bent double and dropped the empty shotgun to the blood soaked
alley.
   "Got the fucker!" the cop yelled and slammed in another magazine
charging the weapon.
   "My turn." the dark man said as he rose and drew a wicked long black
blade forged in the pits of hell.  The jagged blade whipped through the
darkness and men fell severed dying in pools of their blood.
   Then he was there.  She stood before him all around her dead or dying.
He raised the wicked blade and moved a step closer to the child.  The blue
aura around her blazed bright and drove him back.  She bent her head and
looked upon the thing before her.  She saw in him that small tiny bit of
his soul that he still possessed.
   She lifted that small hand and pointed it at him condemning him for all
the evil he had become and beckoning that small bit that was still good. 
She sang a pure single note that pierced the darkness of the night and the
blackness of his heart.  The black blade turned quicksilver and melted
away. He screamed in agony, agony that he had inflicted upon others all
came flooding back into him.  The dark glass like shell that was the demon
shattered.  A withered old man stood weakly and fell prostrate before his
better.
   She bent to him and reached out with her petite hand touching his
upturned face.  The agony left his body and he felt only shame and sorrow
for all the evil he had done.  He had failed her.
   "I have learned a thing or two in hell dear.  Sing the song and turn
back the hands of time and I will undo this evil I have done." he begged
her.
   "You know that your master will not be pleased if you do this thing. 
However it is the correct thing to do." the child said as she rose and
lifted her arms and sang the notes that called to the gates of heaven
itself.
   White bright blinding light issued froth from her form and the night was
pushed back.  The rain fell and a tall man in a stolen overcoat turned from
an alley pushed though the line of officers and walked off into the
darkness.  The crowed cheered as she finished her song drowning out the
single report of a gun jammed in just the correct spot to slay a demon.
   This is a twisted work of fiction, do any of this to a real child and
you will find out just how real hell is.  I know that I am a sick
motherfucker, been told that by judges and wardens.  If you hated it there
was the delete key.  If you enjoy such works then there are others here at
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An Angel among us