and put your lips to my handsome chest."
He obeyed and blood flowed fast from Red's chest into the man's gaping mouth.
"Guide my member up your hole so I can have my way with you, my son."
The man obeyed and felt the writhing member tear him to pieces from the inside. Its thickness ripped him open more as the flesh bore itself upward, chewing as it climbed.
The demon huffed and puffed as he became lost in the exercise. Over and over he pounded his son until, finally, the man felt fire fluid flash within his insides.
"That's good, my son," the demon said. "Let's do that for 13,000 generations."
And they did.
*****
On another night, as the demon rubbed burning oil over the man's naked bottom, a thought occurred to him. "My son, there is only one sight of beauty in all my park. Let us go and I will show it to you. In my holiness, I will commit this act."
The man extracted the entire length of the member from within him, eventually able to spit it out and watch it fall to the demon's lap. Red rose and walked. The man followed and they came upon a living (dead) horror.
Two figures could be barely seen through the towering flames. They writhed in the center of a burning arena. A dark man was lying on his back on the smoking ground. His large hands gripped the hips of a white man trying to escape the connection between them, but it was an eternal struggle.
"All his natural life," began Red, "the white man feared being raped by black men. Ahhh, sadly, he was only remembering his future:
"He will always be here;
"He will always be trying to escape;
"He will always be raped; and
"For all eternity!
"This is the only truly beautiful thing in the park. I never have it far from my thoughts."
*****
After this session a student stood to speak. "Is there a point to this?"
A young woman nodded. "Yeah, where are you going with this?"
The old man laughed. "Maybe nowhere. But, then again, maybe I am leading you on a wild goose chase."
"We have never heard that expression," another male voice near the back said. "Is that 'old speak'?"
"Yes, it is. It means you might think the book gets worse and worse, but the truth may be that when you see the ending, you will realize that, all along, things have been infinitely worse than you expected."
He pulled his shirt over his head before he put his pants on, relishing the fact that the students had been drawing him for so long, and he loved his nude body.
"Well, when does the sex stuff end? You're repulsive."
"It's true, I am. You have already passed the first invisible act of three that make up the book. Not that there aren't nauseating passages still to come, but I had to establish, right from the beginning, that when you come to Infernus, you lose all hope. That is gone. You no longer choose options; you are chosen. The first act is sexual brutality. The second act we are about to enter is hyper-violence."
"It hasn't been that until now?"
He laughed again. "It has, but now we enter a realm where it is mostly just that . Would you like me to tell you what the third invisible act is?"
Another student stood to be heard. "Why didn't you just write it in three acts?"
"Because I didn't want to write it in three acts. This is the only opportunity you have to learn them. I never had any desire to delineate them plainly in the text."
"Why not?" asked the same student.
"Because I sincerely believe there are women and men in this world that are a hell of a lot smarter than I am, and it would insult their intelligence to write down to them. They would tell me I was pretentious and superficial. The third invisible act is hyper-violently surreal."
"But, I already think it is hyper-violently surreal," another student said.
"Uh, no you don't," the man said, smiling, and left it at that for the week.
CHAPTER NIGHT
"BLOOD AND GUTS"
The demon's elbow rested just below the man's chin. The rest of his arm (including his forearm) was down his son's throat.
"This proves my love for you, my
He obeyed and blood flowed fast from Red's chest into the man's gaping mouth.
"Guide my member up your hole so I can have my way with you, my son."
The man obeyed and felt the writhing member tear him to pieces from the inside. Its thickness ripped him open more as the flesh bore itself upward, chewing as it climbed.
The demon huffed and puffed as he became lost in the exercise. Over and over he pounded his son until, finally, the man felt fire fluid flash within his insides.
"That's good, my son," the demon said. "Let's do that for 13,000 generations."
And they did.
*****
On another night, as the demon rubbed burning oil over the man's naked bottom, a thought occurred to him. "My son, there is only one sight of beauty in all my park. Let us go and I will show it to you. In my holiness, I will commit this act."
The man extracted the entire length of the member from within him, eventually able to spit it out and watch it fall to the demon's lap. Red rose and walked. The man followed and they came upon a living (dead) horror.
Two figures could be barely seen through the towering flames. They writhed in the center of a burning arena. A dark man was lying on his back on the smoking ground. His large hands gripped the hips of a white man trying to escape the connection between them, but it was an eternal struggle.
"All his natural life," began Red, "the white man feared being raped by black men. Ahhh, sadly, he was only remembering his future:
"He will always be here;
"He will always be trying to escape;
"He will always be raped; and
"For all eternity!
"This is the only truly beautiful thing in the park. I never have it far from my thoughts."
*****
After this session a student stood to speak. "Is there a point to this?"
A young woman nodded. "Yeah, where are you going with this?"
The old man laughed. "Maybe nowhere. But, then again, maybe I am leading you on a wild goose chase."
"We have never heard that expression," another male voice near the back said. "Is that 'old speak'?"
"Yes, it is. It means you might think the book gets worse and worse, but the truth may be that when you see the ending, you will realize that, all along, things have been infinitely worse than you expected."
He pulled his shirt over his head before he put his pants on, relishing the fact that the students had been drawing him for so long, and he loved his nude body.
"Well, when does the sex stuff end? You're repulsive."
"It's true, I am. You have already passed the first invisible act of three that make up the book. Not that there aren't nauseating passages still to come, but I had to establish, right from the beginning, that when you come to Infernus, you lose all hope. That is gone. You no longer choose options; you are chosen. The first act is sexual brutality. The second act we are about to enter is hyper-violence."
"It hasn't been that until now?"
He laughed again. "It has, but now we enter a realm where it is mostly just that . Would you like me to tell you what the third invisible act is?"
Another student stood to be heard. "Why didn't you just write it in three acts?"
"Because I didn't want to write it in three acts. This is the only opportunity you have to learn them. I never had any desire to delineate them plainly in the text."
"Why not?" asked the same student.
"Because I sincerely believe there are women and men in this world that are a hell of a lot smarter than I am, and it would insult their intelligence to write down to them. They would tell me I was pretentious and superficial. The third invisible act is hyper-violently surreal."
"But, I already think it is hyper-violently surreal," another student said.
"Uh, no you don't," the man said, smiling, and left it at that for the week.
CHAPTER NIGHT
"BLOOD AND GUTS"
The demon's elbow rested just below the man's chin. The rest of his arm (including his forearm) was down his son's throat.
"This proves my love for you, my
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