Faormuc - J.B. Jones (reading an ebook .txt) 📗

at the insane destruction not two paces from where he stood. Gibberish spouted from the Prince's lips as the creature that mutilated one of his men turned its attention to him.

 

"Boy, I have come for you."  The powerful voice came from behind the squashed skull of Corrigan. Bafamel held the head of the Prince's man in front of the youth's face.  Grey matter streaked with blood and yellowish fat oozed from every orifice and all of the fissures the demon's violence created. Bafamel drank in the boy's terror, nourished and amused.  The hellspawn's laughter boomed from its gargantuan chest and a flurry of obscene confetti blurred the campsite. Grass stained with bits of Corrigan covered Italo. He spewed last night's dinner and repeated a breathless mantra, "I will be King. I will be King. I will..." 

 

After the hellion flung Corrigan's ravaged head into the forest, it seized the chanting Italo around the waist with both thorny hands and departed. The boy's hysterical screaming continued long after his flailing body receded into the dawn.

 

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Imprint

Text: J.B. Jones
Images: Karen Arnold (find her other wonderful artwork at Kaz@pixabay.com)
Editing: J.B. Jones
Publication Date: 12-19-2016

All Rights Reserved

Dedication:
For Claire, who saw this chapter in my life unfold long before I had written it.