“Unfolding before his eyes, there came a series of disturbing events: an altar painted in blood, something gnawing at a denim clad leg, a baby torn from its mother‘s arms.
There was a room full of severed human heads, giant claws ripping flesh, a deformed figure crawling through dirt, and then there was Lucifer himself, his teeth like needles, eyes like the sun.”
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Keaton was gargling softly now, spluttering foam and blood. Again he convulsed, arching his back, gnarled fingers digging into the bark of the tree. They tore two handfuls from it when he spun on his aggressor.
In spite of himself, of the gun in his own hand, Gary flinched. Keaton seemed taller now, more muscular, his movements assured, powerful as he stepped forward, arms wide, shoulders hunched. Another step and Gary hit him with the butt of the gun, hard, as hard as he could, hard enough to drop any man to the floor, but Keaton’s head only turned with the blow, shedding foam from his lips over his shoulder.
Quickly, Gary readjusted his hold on the gun, his finger threading through the trigger guard while a car engine loitered in Keaton’s throat.
Slowly, Keaton turned back, grinning from ear to ear, his mandible extending as he did, extending way beyond what Gary had thought humanly possible.
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Belial’s roar continued, its still rising pitch, causing all in the room to cover their ears in pain. Directly beneath him a short pile of corpses burst like bubbles, their fluids flooding out across the floor, touching and spreading around the trainers of the skinny lad, who paused at the sight. His face grew ashen and in his eyes there crept an utter despair, threatening to drag him down into insanity. Belial knew the look, having driven many mad in his youth. He’d since grown to consider madness an escape from the pain and acted quickly to snap his prey back into reality, thereby prolonging his own fun.
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