She Painted Fire Across the Skyline

Well, chapter two... I had to force some of this out, and I spent way less time on this than I did on the first chapter. For more information without fucking up the reading, skip to the bottom and check out the notes I made. Enjoy!





- Enter Legion -





The club was pounding, literally. Some band lit up the stage with their set, guitars blazing, vocals searing ears and splitting atoms with their brutality. For an Indie Grindcore band, I found the chaos quite enjoyable. I bathed in the decibels, circulating my head in time with the crashing cymbals and machine gun screams.



I'd left Kellie earlier that morning, asleep. I know I'd never bring her to a place like this, a place filled with such trash and filth undeserving of life. I came for the bands, the booze, and the broads. Tonight, only for the bands, though. The majority of the female populus within the club were either gothic teenagers, full of angst, and groupies. Naturally I went for the teens, as many of them threw themselves at someone willing to talk them out of their cothes. Perhaps they needed the sex...



Early in my life I'd been into Gospel, and I still found myself at times chanting along to the chorus of many a Gospel tune, but I hadn't seen a spirited performance in decades, what with the churches burning though my skin and all.



I felt slightly depressed at the thought of never sharing her religion, but I mean... I didn't really care. I don't think I have a soul. After all, I am a creature spawned of Satan. I was Legion, for I was many.



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Blood dribbled across the floorboards, dripping from the man's skull in a torrent from the gaping maw that was his throat. I split open his neck, licking across the tendons and explosed flesh, digging around and making his last moments in life as painful as I could. I enjoyed his weezing screams, vocal chords too mangled to properly support his breath.



I bit deep, drawing out his soul, eager to taste that bit of death I could no longer find. He passed in seconds. I threw the body across the warehouse floor, into the rotting, fetid pile of corpses sitting in the corner. The place was really starting to smell... Maybe I'd burn it down...



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I sat atop the courthouse tower, watching the flames rise high into the heavens, licking at the feet of angels. The darkness parted way for the blaze, and the fire spread the stench of death onto the city, tearing into homes and allowing no comfort for the surrounding neighborhoods. I chuckled quietly, turning away from the oh so pretty scene, and hopped through the clock face's service door.



Kellie would not be home yet, but I still felt my hackles rise at the thought of claiming that perfect body of hers again, and again, and again. I could feel my blood boil, my member rising to its full length in preparation for its bathing in her divine little snatch. After a kill my more primitive instincts seemed to surface, and I knew foremost never to get around anyone whom could endanger me in the least. Especially those damned priests. Such nosy bastards, always spreading their filth around the world as if your very soul depended on it... Wait. It did.



I laughed at the irony of my predicament as I crossed the rafters in the aged attic, never letting my steps fall short. I finally reached the elevator and called for it, checking my watch as the seconds sped by. It was almost eight, and I was glad I had stopped by her school to check on her and see her getting ready for band practice... I knew she'd have to sit this one out, though. A small smile lit my face at the recollection. She would be later getting home than I had first thought, and I desired no confrontation with her parents. I'd hate for her to return to her beloved sire and mother torn apart and strewn across the house.



I think I was falling in love with this girl. I'd not killed in weeks, just for her. I would not do that for just anybody... Hell, almost nobody deserved my respect. The only one capable of my destruction was Jesus, and he'd long ago left this planet. I knew not to stray too far into the destruction of man, for surely the Holy One would send me back to Hell... and I really, really hated that place.



I knew Kellie would go to Heaven upon death, and I felt no jealousy for that blessing. Of course, I could force her into Hell, maybe keep her protected from the others... But I could not do that to anyone, could I? I stopped, noticing my surroundings. I'd walked so far in such a small lapse of thought. I had walked perhaps four miles and it had seemed by a few seconds. I smacked myself in the skull, thinking, 'How could the day have passed so quickly...?'



There were lights on in her house, but I sensed no aura strong enough to pass for her... But there was... something odd about the home. I sensed pain here. Distress... I began to run. If anything harmed her parents Kellie would be devastated... For a moment old feelings of disgust at emotions bubbled in my mind, but I shoved them back, zipping into the house and letting my power envelop my hand, warping the fabric of the world around me. There were harsh sounds coming from the master bedroom. I entered slowly, cloaking myself in the anguish clouding the house.



Blood was splattered all over the walls, and her father lay by the bed, a massive hole torn in his gut from a large fire arm. I glanced directly up from his body, the cloak narrowing my vision. Her mother, an older, but still attractive woman in her late thirties lay naked on the bed, her limbs tied down ver tightly, three men violently raping her.



Lust rose within me at the display. I dropped the cloak about me, and tore into those ravaging my beloved's mother. I stabbed elbow deep into the one thrusting into her pussy in the neck, smiling at the loud crack that stopped the others in their actions of fondling her small breasts and furiously fucking her throat.



He slumped over, dead. I glanced down, and knew I'd soon be fucking her as he had been. Her eyes were surprised, to say the least, and shame and joy clashed in her shimmering green orbs. I sent a small trickle of energy through my palms, shocking the one masturbating himself into death, shutting down her nervous system and listening to his heart still. I made a mess of the third, sending a physical bolt of power rocketing through his chest and splitting him apart at the sternum from the waist up. The three dropped in less than ten seconds, and blood splattered across the shut curtains of the large window.



Kellie's mother stared at the third rapist, her eyes wide in shock. I would blame the rape on the three. Kellie would never know. Especially with the only witness dead.



I unzipped my jeans in a hurried fashion, pulling out my cock as quickly as I could. I kicked off my boots and pulled off my shirt. I slipped the boxers I wore off and jumped onto the bed, glad to see none of them had came yet.



I smashed my palm into her face, cracking her jawbone out of place. She tried to scream, but the pain from her mouth stopped her. She whimpered quietly as I felt her up, rubbing my cold hands down her blisteringly hot body. Her breasts were small, but perfectly formed, each tipped with the same nipples as Kellie. I felt further down her body, rubbing her soft tummy gently, before running my hands through the thick, brown bush that covered her pussy. She was leaking some lubricant, but I didn't ponder this for long. I grasped her thighs, spread her open wider and leaned above her, setting her legs by her head. I pushed past her hairy folds, shoving my dick into her pussy quite hard.



She groaned as I filled her. Her pussy was tight, and I suspected she and her husband did not have much sex after their little surprise known as Kellie happened. I pushed her legs down to the bed, clenching her at the knees with an iron grip. I began to furiously screw her, shoving myself into her cervix until it parted before me. She was hot, the lubricant giving me an easy entrance to her soft, silken passage. I split her apart at the apex of her thighs, beating her pussy with my own groin until she screamed as I fucked her raw.



I came inside her, spurting rope after rope of stringy sperm inside her brutalized passage. She began to cry, but I paid no heed. I released her thighs, noting the already bruising hand prints and yanked her up, ripping her skin on the binds that snapped under the sudden strain. I flipped her over, hiking her ass up and setting her on her knees. Her tears fell faster, now much larger drops of sorrow. I looked over her ass, noting the absence of hair and the streams of cum falling out of her pussy.



I parted her folds with my left hand, chanting quietly as I pulled my demon seed from her innards and splattered it across the floor. I bent down, opening my mouth and parting her ass cheeks. I licked around her anus, burrowing my face into her, and sticking my tounge into her anal orifice. I circled around the tiny rosebud, running my tounge around her. I'd make her forget all about that sore cunny...



I pushed my finger inside, just enough to envelop the digit just past the nail. I pushed in, and pulled out, loosing up the tight muscle. I felt her tense up, unsure if what she was feeling was pleasure or pain. I pulled the index finger out, and stuck my tounge inside her, running it all around her anus. She shivered, and I knew she was loving it from the trickles of her own wetness running down her thighs. Maybe she'd never even been ate out before, much less been the receiver of analingus.



I pushed my finger all the way in, running it along her walls, pushing and prodding at her passageway, stroking the smooth walls very softly. She was getting looser and looser. I pulled my finger out, and stood up, pulling her ass with me. I pushed my cock up to her anus, settling the head down just short of her passage and shoved it inside enough to envelop the head. She moaned as I slowly pushed my seven inches inside her, inch by burning inch. She was soaked now, her drippage turned into a tide of ambrosia. I thrust inside her, pulling out halfway before shoving back in.



She groaned very loudly, and I pulled my palm upwards, rubbing her soft, tight cheeks very gently. I pushed inside harder, speeding up a bit until I was furiously fucking her burning hot passage. I picked up my hand, and slapped her on the ass cheek. I did it fairly hard. Hard enough to leave a red print on her pale cheek.



Her body was a lot paler than her daughter's, as she most likely spent very little time sunbathing or at the beach as Kellie did with me and more often her friends, but I loved the pale ones, as I couldn't get enough of seeing how red I could make them. Some from passion, some from pain.



She cried out as I hit her across the back, smacking her hard. I repeated the action, getting harder and harder as the speed and strength of my thrusts into her ass grew. I'm sat to report it was no long before I had abandoned my spankings, grabbing her by the thighs and shoving her to the bed and viciously fucking her ass hole until I came. I left the cum inside her, letting it settle inside her gut. I chuckled silently, watching her curl into the fetal position. I smacked her across the face as I stood up. I had been going to lick her out very thoroughly and give her at least an orgasm before she crossed into death, but I had gone a lot harder than I had intended, and I was tired. I cracked her neck with a swift strike into the skull, killing her silently.



I sat on the soaked bed, and began to put on my clothes. I knew this momentary lapse in my usual calculations would seriously... for the lack of a better term, "fuck up" my plans. My damn instincts ruled me more than I did, at times. I smiled in a self deprecation sort of way, and waited for Kellie to come home, as she would ride home with a friend after her band practices. I would have to spirit the girl away, obviously. There was no other way.



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Okay, I know this seems WAY different than the first chapter, but I wanted to prove I was not pulling any punches with this one. I finished this chapter up in around two hours, as I had some motivation from a certain... movie... to get up and write!



Sorry if it seems a little rushed, or more so distracted than the first, but I did have to force some of this out. I hope I have not disappointed anyone with this update, and that if anything more will read it. I've had over 300 hits in only one night, and two reviews! I personally think that's pretty damn good, myself!



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