The Urban Book of the Dead (13 page)

I pushed my cock between his firm and cleft butt cheeks and entered, feeling the warmth of his ravaged entrails and slamming him repeatedly into the wall as I did. He roared as I pushed into him and literally flattened his body against the wall which cracked and split jagged like continual lightening strikes against him.

As I worked on I looked through the door next to my head and looked at the commotion down below. Colossus was working his way through the crowd; he threw a large man in a fashionable wool cardigan over his shoulder. Then a woman with long varnished nails I could see from here ran and came at him. The reluctant crowd parted and held back as one big nervous entity. A right sock to the jaw took her down and she fell into the crowd that pushed her away. Colossus continued his Moses act of parting the sea of scared viscous hordes, reading them the riot act like scriptures, mouthing words I couldn’t hear and looking for (some woman’s) burning bush.

The crowd knew they were out matched by my men and held back. God had not chosen them well and they lacked both courage and conviction. Satan punched a man in a shirt, who came at him with a bottle, using the fist on the end of the long neck where I belonged, the man went down. Then with the swirling action of one long finger on the same hand, a woman in a low cut black number; had her ample bosom blow up with air and break out till scrambling she floated towards the ceiling, huge nipples twirling; under her skirt her Môn’s showed where her knickers should have been and between her moving legs, Colossus pointed and set a fire, he had his burning bush, he looked up at me and smiled, then smiled more when he saw what I was doing. Colossus and I had shared the same joke, not through telepathy but intimate knowledge of each other.

Face to face with God again I smiled into his roaring face. “Ahh, I’ve still had her, I’ve still had her and you can’t take it away from me” he snarled. His body crushed and fragmented against the wall, he managed to hold his head back and shook it powerfully. That is with the memory of lost power guiding his movements. He coughed painfully with his crushed lungs through broken ribs.

Jane got up and pleaded holding my arm “what are you doing, don’t do that just kill him.”

Jay had different ideas “Go on Monster fucking empty you’re sac!” He laughed a “ha-ha” and clapped his hands.

I did just that, throbbing into God with a powerful shudder and release into the soft enveloping flesh of his rectum.

At that moment a bouncer who had been at the doors downstairs no doubt, came into the room. Jay squeezed the squeezy bottle in his face from his pocket. The contact poison turned the man into rotting purple flesh that fell off his skeleton, as the man wild with an hallucination looked up at the ceiling and raised his arms romantically “Oh my Lucy!” The man sang; before falling in a heap of dissolved human garbage. As I tore at Gods head, trying to separate it from his shoulders, I wondered what the man had seen.

“I’m going down stairs with this stuff, its good!” smiled Jay.

Jane looked away from us and covered her eyes. In the midst of separating God’s head I heard a low scream under the din and I remembered. “Judith! Empty Judith from the bottle and untie her.”

Jay looked calm but panicked in his movements and a flicker on his face as he grabbed the Jar off the desk and opened its contents onto the floor. He picked her up and touched her small buckling form fascinated, he stroked her tiny legs and wings “Untie me you fool!” she screamed, breaking Jay’s reverie and he went about untying her.

Gods head came off in my hands, leaving some spinal chord; his face roared at me “Don’t leave anything, don’t leave a trace, I’ll crunch you into a little ball . . .” I took the opportunity to zip up my fly, though my cock dangled with a lazy God killing magnificence.

I replied to him, letting spittle land in his face, “You are now separate from your dick.”

I looked out of the door for it had gone silent down below. My men clapped their backs and rubbed their hands, they walked towards us to the stairs amongst twisted human wreckage, distorted, dead or mutated I only took a glance. I gave a quick wave and they waved back.

I sat on the floor and cracked the head against the floor boards trying to break it open as his mouth swore silently, beyond words. I tried to split the skull digging my fingers in it.

Jane looked on interested, and then she said “You look like a monkey trying to crack a coconut.”

There was a lot of work to do there, with that relationship. I got a good grip and tore his head apart; the flesh split jaggedly right down the middle. I knew what I had to do if I was to absorb his powers of creation and stop him coming back. I scooped a handful of brains and shoved them in my mouth; the taste was salty and repugnant. I scooped the rest and ate them too.

I heard the crying of a small child as I threw away the dead head without looking. Then I saw a dark haired boy. Looking about three and with a lithe athletic young frame, pale and perfect, the face angelic, he looked up. He was playing with the head. He took an eye out surprised at its roundness as he held it to his face; he rolled it on the floor and then put it in his mouth.

“Daddy!” the boy called happily.

I looked at Judith, back to her full sized formidable self. She smiled looking all mumsy. “That’s our future right there” she smiled, pointing a wavering finger at the boy. “All power to the imagination, what does that mean with the likes of us!” Judith laughed. “Everyone creating reality and living their desires with out restraint!” She laughed again. “Oh Satanism! It’s the future and I fucking love it!” She twirled around and lifted up our son “You’re daddy’s created a wonderful world for us, yes he has!” Then she laughed again and I wasn’t sure what she meant, it was something above Christian ideas about good and evil, it emphasised pleasure and fulfilment not pain and sufferance, a world this child of ours had been the first to step into.