From: kalmana@aol.com (Kalmana)
Date: 04 Apr 1998 10:03:21 EST
Flying always cleared his mind. Tonight it was no comfort. He wondered if he had been right to tell her what he had seen. He glided to a landing in an open field and suddenly the ground under him opened up and swallowed him. It closed with the overpowering smell of sulfur hanging where Kalmana had almost touched down.
The smell of sulfur was overpowering. "Welcome home incubus." That voice was cold and unsettling, even to a demon. "I trust you like our accommodations." Kalmana started to open his eyes when he felt the grating teeth of a spike passing through his two forearm bones grating the bones. Two similar spikes entered his lower leg. The incubus howled in pain. "Aaaaaahhh, yes. Another satisfied customer." Kalmana fought to open his eyes. The demon
he faced was one of the sect that tortured those who were joining hell. His ears were pointed and his skin distended with the spikes that protruded through it. The bluish scalelike quality and his total lack of any kind of hair made him look all the more menacing. "Fools. They send you here for reeducation."
"Damn you." Kalmana muttered in a pain thickened voice. His curse was met with an unnerving gale of evil laughter.
"It's already been done incubus." A chain snaked out and drove deep into the bone of his thigh. It split into barbs in the bone. Kalmana shrieked. "The advantage I have here is that your body will always repair it's self." A curved blade laid open his cheek with a sudden sweep. After hours of the slow motions, the incubus was held by chains all over his body as well as the initial four spikes. His vocal cords were bleeding from his shouting
and his voice came now in only the merest of whispers. In many places his flesh seemed to barely hand to his body. "You great fool. Did you think she would accept you?" Kalmana slowly raised his head and blinked slowly. It was her. Fiery hair and emerald eyes. She stopped before him and spat directly into his face.
"... her... truth..."
"He denied wha' ye'd said." She spat again.
"What does the truth matter Kalmana? If you were honest, her love will lie and who do you think she'll believe, hmm? Who do you think she'll hate?"
"...friend..." His whisper sounded more like a desperate plea.
"An incubus with friends?" The unnervingly evil chuckle. "He'll tell her that you were only doing it to get in her pants and she'll buy because you are an incubus. She'll call you a monster, incubus. She'll be right even though the reason she thinks you are will be wrong."
"...n... n... n..." All of the chains tugged and Kalmana opened his mouth in the grimace of a painful scream but now sound came out.
"Ah the sound of total pain, it always makes me feel good to do such a fine job." He leaned close to Kalmana, who's supersensitive powers of smell were overcome with the smell of rancid meat. "You are an incubus, not a human. Do you like this teaching? No? Start to follow the same patterns you had and you will again be facing me. In case you are wondering, this is a mere taste of the suffering I can cause you. If you had been feeding rather
than turning all mushy in the head like some bleeding human I never would have been able to pull you into this. Learn Kalmana. Feed, or spends years with me and discover the exquisite joy of pain for decades." The chains and spikes ripped from Kalmana and he fell. He hit the earth so hard a Kalmana shaped crater was left. He crawled into a near stand of small bushes and collapsed in a bloody heap.
No predator dared near him.
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From: kalmana@aol.com (Kalmana)
Date: 09 Apr 1998 15:51:19 EDT
Every breath sent spikes of pain into his head and throughout his body. As if the hours of torture had not been enough, his bones were now mending themselves back to new. The feel of smashed bones knitting was horrendous. Kal was weak and needed to feed. He stumbled for about 100 yards trying to get himself up but fell, a massive wing visible from the road, and passed out
again.
It didn't take long for a group of toughs to find him. Weak, dazed, and different. There were curses and fists and booted feet pummeling him. Breaking bones. Kalmana shrieked in pain when his wing were broken. Bleeding and misshapen, he was placed in the town square, tied up in pain and left for public view. Around his neck hung the sign "Freak of Nature, menace to all."
He hung his head feeling the bones of his powerful wings hung at incorrect angles behind him. Kalmana was unable to tell that he was not still under the hands of Hell's leading torturer.
He wanted revenge, badly.
Date: 09 Apr 1998 15:51:19 EDT
Every breath sent spikes of pain into his head and throughout his body. As if the hours of torture had not been enough, his bones were now mending themselves back to new. The feel of smashed bones knitting was horrendous. Kal was weak and needed to feed. He stumbled for about 100 yards trying to get himself up but fell, a massive wing visible from the road, and passed out
again.
It didn't take long for a group of toughs to find him. Weak, dazed, and different. There were curses and fists and booted feet pummeling him. Breaking bones. Kalmana shrieked in pain when his wing were broken. Bleeding and misshapen, he was placed in the town square, tied up in pain and left for public view. Around his neck hung the sign "Freak of Nature, menace to all."
He hung his head feeling the bones of his powerful wings hung at incorrect angles behind him. Kalmana was unable to tell that he was not still under the hands of Hell's leading torturer.
He wanted revenge, badly.
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From: kalmana@aol.com (Kalmana)
Date: 10 Apr 1998 18:59:16 EDT
Midnight of his first full day on display, a vision visited him. A vision that spoke of his abaility to choose to rise above and to avoid the temptation to become what the vision called a "Shadow Night."
Two days. Two damn days he hung there being spit on and mocked. That did not compare at all to the grinding, grating pain of his broken bones mending. He held the pain inside, almost a sacred thing, using its fire for reforge the blade of his spirit. At midnight of the second day he got what he needed. Thinking him delerious they copulated near him, giving in to the tangible temptation of each other's young bodies. Their intimate act was
interrupted by the snapping of the wooden supports. When they turned, the creature on display was gone and only the settling dust ever marked that he had been captured.
Kalmana had no plans on hiding out and licking his wounds. He knew how to heal himself and now was the time to do it. A view strategic landings and heated moments and he was whole again.
Date: 10 Apr 1998 18:59:16 EDT
Midnight of his first full day on display, a vision visited him. A vision that spoke of his abaility to choose to rise above and to avoid the temptation to become what the vision called a "Shadow Night."
Two days. Two damn days he hung there being spit on and mocked. That did not compare at all to the grinding, grating pain of his broken bones mending. He held the pain inside, almost a sacred thing, using its fire for reforge the blade of his spirit. At midnight of the second day he got what he needed. Thinking him delerious they copulated near him, giving in to the tangible temptation of each other's young bodies. Their intimate act was
interrupted by the snapping of the wooden supports. When they turned, the creature on display was gone and only the settling dust ever marked that he had been captured.
Kalmana had no plans on hiding out and licking his wounds. He knew how to heal himself and now was the time to do it. A view strategic landings and heated moments and he was whole again.