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by Champy Faper

Rating: everyone
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Length: 622

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Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-08-28 04:33:06 UTC

Chapter 1

I awaited in the bushes. My black silk ceremonial robe donned with the utmost pride, the only piece missing was the beautiful ceremonial mask, made of gold with the mouth contorted into a sick smile, bearing teeth. the facial features (Eyebrows, teeth etc.) being embedded rubies. I was checking my gear before I began the most holiest of ceremonies.

"Chalice... check!" I said gleefully "Candles... check! Ceremonial wine... Check! and of course! The ceremonial dagger!" I held up the most glorious of blades in my hand, inspecting it by the moonlight (The ritual must be done on the first day of the full moon.) and inspected the blade. It's frequent use did not show one bit from the care I took of it.

It shined in the moonlight. The silver, curved blade bore the inscription OIAD LOE OL OIAD GAHA IP NOASMI GEMEGANZA the hilt had "Hail Satan" Engraved in plain English.

I looked at my watch. A gift from my grandfather. Before I found the true light and had to kill him in the early days when I first started communing with the dark father himself. After that the eternal prince of hell and his servants, both demonic and fellow mortal were the only family I ever needed.

"11:58" I muttered. The anticipation was killing me. I always hated having to wait until the next full moon before I could show Satan my adoration again, sure, I killed on my own time. But nothing could compare to the feeling of sending the magnificent dark prince another soul to toy with for eternity. The thought of my sacrifices being tormented, raped, abused and subjugated until the end of time and beyond sent shivers of pleasure down my spine.

The watch beeped. It was time.

I donned the mask with pride and drew my knife. I slowly creeped into the backyard. Jumping the fence with ease from my experience back upon earth. I made my way to the back door and picked the lock. Slowly and carefully I guided the lock pick, lest it break and jam it.

The door clicked open and I made my way inside the hovel. My eyes adjusted to the dark interior and soon found my way to the staircase that led to the bedroom. I reached the bedroom door of my target quickly. I peeked into the door.

The reddish mare lay asleep in her bed peacefully. No idea about what was about to come. I believe her name was Cheerlie.

"Awe Satana." I muttered under my breath and then lunged at her, landing directly on top of her I had the gag in her mouth in no time.

"MPHPHMFFF!" The heathen pony tried to scream. I simply laughed in the pathetic bitches face.

"You heathen simpleton. You cannot fathom the glorious acts of worship that you will be apart of." I said evilly as I pinned her down by her throat. I produced the blade and said with a smile "Scream or fight and you die. Stay still and I may spare your miserable, godless life. Can you do that at least you buffoon?" These animals deserved no mercy. Fully devoted to love and peace. They are even more sickening than the twisted heathens on earth.

The pony nodded, tears streaming from her eyes. The sheer amount of fear was hilarious. I knew that the dark lord was watching and that he was pleased.

I bound her legs with a length of rope and left her on the bed, squabbling in her own shame as I prepared the site.

First I cleansed the area of all purities. I read from the dark lord's scripture and splashed ram's blood across the doors and windows.