DEVIL'S FOOD: CHAPTER ONE BADDGURL'S CARTEL HOUSE PRINT COLLECTION

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"DEVIL'S FOOD" 

Julie Mars...on loan from the FBI. She's chasing a murderer across the United States. A murderer who also happens to have a taste for human blood. The murderous rampage escalates...as Julie follows a trail of mutilated corpses...un-naturally mutilated corpses. The murders are becoming more vicious...time is getting shorter. Julie fears she is the next victim...as she races to discover the murderers true identity!

FEBRUARY 14, 2017

CHAPTER ONE

Something woke Lomax Dev'Roe from a sound sleep. Still not fully awake, he felt an evil presence as he raised his head slightly from his pillow. There was someone in the room with him! A faint shadow crossed the room. His shaking hand reached for the lamp switch. His eyes searched as bright lights flooded the room. He saw nothing...nothing that could be seen with the eyes of a human! He jumped out of bed, nervously grabbed his Glock from its hiding place under the nightstand table, and headed for the bathroom.

The search was on. Every night for the last two weeks, something or someone was coming into his home. Opening his double-dead-bolt...triple-sliding-bars locked front door. Something was coming into his home...up his stairs...coming into his bedroom...violating him!

Lomax thought for a long time it was just a dream. At least the first week he did.But then he noticed the two small almost invisible holes in his chest, right above his heart. And there was always a sulfur smell. And now this. He felt terror! 

Now, he hated coming home. The minute he entered his front door, his hair would stand on end, and he'd get chills...down...way down...into his bones...chills. Chills that increased with each passing day. Why did he feel like someone wanted his soul? 

Confusion had started to set in...as he looked into the bathroom mirror and wondered. "How did these tiny holes get in my chest...and why won't they heal? Why is my bedroom always cold...and has that sulfur smell? Does someone have keys to my home? Is this all my imagination?"

Lomax shook his head in disbelief as he searched the rooms again. Nothing was amiss, and the house was securely locked down. As always! He put up surveillance cameras all throughout his house. Never saw anything. The cameras were always blank, except for his comings and goings. But yet someone was coming into his house...into his room...in the early morning hours...when everything decent was asleep.  He searched in all the rooms one last time. Nothing. No one...just as all the other times. And as always the air was drenched with the overwhelming smell of sulfur! 

"Why me!'' He wondered. Who would play such a trick on me--cruel trick on me? He never considered himself evil, or bad! Now...he felt like he was losing what little 

mind that he had left!

Lomax sat down on the edge of the bed. His eyes glanced at the clock on the nightstand, it read 10:00 pm. He wondered, how could that be. It was well after 1:00 am. His head started reeling, as he tried to figure out what was real...and what was imagined. He fell back on the bed. Sleep overtook him like a freight train unnaturally. But his senses were telling him...he was fully awake...only paralyzed! 

Almost in a twilight sleep, he opened his eyes slightly, as he again felt an evil presence and thought better of it. He was hoping it was only his imagination...since he had already searched the whole house from top to bottom at least twice. Out of the corner of his eyes...he caught sight of something. A shadow. A blur. A...He closed his eyes!

Something started to rise up from the floor deep into the shadows. A dark mass of a thing. Darker than the darkest night...ever! The shapeless began to mold itself into that which has no earthly name...and if that name should be discovered...it should never ever be uttered by a human! It glided across the floor towards Lomax. Stopping at the foot of his bed. Called out to him.

"Lomax...Lomax...open your eyes! See me! Open your eyes. Those lovely blue eyes. Lomax, I've come for you!"

The bed covers lifted slightly...letting a cool breeze kiss the bottom of Lomax's feet. He timidly opened his eyes...and forced them to look towards the foot of his bed where the voice came from. There stood the silhouette shadow of a demon. Lomax started to sweat...even though there was frost forming on the inside of his window. His heart raced...as he realized he could not move...not one muscle...not one inch...could he move! Only his eyes were allowed that privilege. He promptly squeezed them shut!  

The shadowy silhouette's red lips smiled at Lomax. So wide a smile...looked like its throat was cut...revealing large razor like teeth...that ended in needle-points. It spoke to Lomax again...as it's putrid breath filled the night air.

"Open your eyes, dear Lomax...I have come for you...I have chosen you...I want you...I desire you, Lomax." He only squeezed them tighter. Tighter until tears ran...and his throat convulsed with unspoken words.

"Well, Lomax...If you don't open your eyes and see me...then...then I'll just have to take them from you...but first I must satisfy myself with yo....." 

Lomax stopped listening and began to pray to God. A God he did not believe in...never believed in!"Jesus...please help me. I know I said I don't believe in you, but if you....."

Lomax prayed no more as his eyes opened...and became riveted to the covers on his bed. They were being lifted up higher...and something was crawling under the covers. The demon was getting into bed...with Lomax! It was cold, and foul smelling. It held him down with a grip of steel...held him down needlessly. He was already paralyzed. Totally paralyzed.

The demon giggled!  Menacingly crawling up onto Lomax. Slowly...agonizingly slow...crawling up him. Up, his legs. Up, his groin. Up, his chest...stopping...at the two holes at the center of his heart! The demon began boring...digging...grinding itself into Lomax...into the two tiny holes into his bones...

Lomax begged to lose his mind! Prayed to lose his mind! Wanted desperately to lose his mind. In all the world...he wanted nothing more! Lomax began to pray gibberish prayers...of the insane kind!

Sweat began to pour off of him...He foamed at the mouth!...His eyes protruded, glazed over and rolled to the back of his head, and then they rolled around...and around...and around...and around like marbles. His body began to shake so hard that the bed began to thump, as he went into seizure mode. His arms and legs desperately tried to flail about. But it was a needless motion as they were frozen to his side.

The demon wrapped itself around Lomax's insides as if they were lovers...and held on tight! Lomax screamed...screams that only his soul could hear...before it was ripped from his body. He screamed quite screams...while his organs were being slashed and mutilated...from the inside. Many times...over and over again...did he allude death. Before the night was at end...death would be a welcomed friend!

Before...he prayed to live. Now...now he prayed to die! His eyes, were the last to go...as his bloody eyelids were held open...wide...wide open...by something monstrous...to witness it all. It wanted to be seen...as giggles spewed forth from lips that were engorged with hot-blood. Lomax had long ceased seeing!

The demon stepped across the threshold of Lomax's home at 1:59 am, shut the front door, waved a blood-encrusted-clawed fingernail at the locks on the front door. And they all slipped into place. All five of them! Its forked tongue flickered as it licked pieces of Lomax's heart from the corner of its mouth. 

With a hellish giggle...the demon breathed in the night air...and disappeared into the black night...leaving behind a putrid scent...and trickles of blood...leading to its portal of entry. Red glistening droplets...leading to the abode of Lomax Dev'Roe.

For Lomax it seemed like an eternity of pain, as he was brought back from the brinks of death...over...and over again...until the demon ended it. He'd gotten bored...and cast Lomax's broken...shredded body aside like an old rag doll. He'd tired of hearing Lomax's prayers to his sworn enemy..."Jehovah." No god was going to save Lomax...especially not Jehovah! Jehovah the sworn enemy of all the demons in hell...and on earth. 

He would have had mercy on Lomax, and not tortured him so...inside-to-out...if he'd  just not called out for Jehovah. That infuriated him. And he even had the nerve to call out for Jesus too. Lomax spoiled all his fun! Lomax's torture was child's play. And for the demon...this was just the beginning. From then on there would be legendary torture!...Hell had come to earth!  

A work of fiction By: TheeDiva  Ov'Writtin