Unleash Hell by Godofwine
‘Unleash hell,’ the Preacher Man had said.
Those were the last words Charlie remembered. Those words brought forth the demon and put Charlie Rosen to bed. Charlie slept through the whole process - never remembered a thing once the demon was summoned. Not bound by Charlie’s moral compass, the demon rose to eliminate non-believers at the behest of the Preacher Man.
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Rain dripped from the demon’s long brown hair as Merritt Thompson crawled toward the large maple tree in his backyard. His ankle broken, Merritt knew he only had one chance to escape the wrath of the Preacher Man.
“You wouldn’t be looking for this, would you?” the demon asked.
Merritt looked over his shoulder; the demon held a .380 pistol in his large hands and Merritt turned a ghostly white.
“I knew you wouldn’t keep a gun in the house with your children.”
The mention of his children scared him more than not having his gun.
“Tell him I’ll pay,” Merritt begged. “Tell him I’ll pay him whatever he wants.”
“We are way past making deals here, Merritt,” the demon said, a sinister smile playing on his lips. He leaned in closer to man on the ground. “You said to the congregation – what was that again? That ‘paying tithes is for suckers.’ Did you say that?”
The demon wagged his finger and slowly walked forward.
Merritt, still crawling, cornered himself, pinned with his back against the tree.
“I was wrong, okay? I was wrong. I understand that, now. Just please don’t hurt my kids. My wife, and my kids. I don’t care what you do to me, but my wife, my wife and my kids. Leave them be.”
“Children always pay for the sins of the father. You know that, don’t you Merritt? ‘He will by no means leave the guilty unpunished, visiting the iniquity of fathers on the children and on the grandchildren to the third and fourth generations’ - Exodus 34:7”
“No. No, please, no,” he said. Tears streamed down the man’s face mixing with the rain that fell from the dripping leaves. He clenched the dirt and grass in his hands.
“No. No, please, no,” the demon mocked. “I’m here because of you. ‘For ye were as sheep going astray; but are now returned unto the Shepherd and Bishop of your souls,’ – Peter 2:25.
“Please,” Merritt begged again.
“Psalms 7:8 through 12, ‘The Lord shall judge the people: judge me, O Lord, according to my righteousness, and according to mine integrity that is in me. Oh let the wickedness of the wicked come to an end; but establish the just: for the righteous God tries the hearts and minds. My defense is of God, which saves the upright in heart. God judges the righteous, and God is angry with the wicked every day.’
‘If a man does not repent, He will sharpen His sword; He has bent His bow and made it ready.”
Merritt cringed as seven-inch knives slid from holsters on either hip of his tormentor, the silver shimmering in the fading light. He lay helpless as the demon clinked the blades together. The demon continued toward the cowering man brandishing swords, his mission laid out by the Preacher Man and confirmed by scripture.
A bolt of lightning flashed showing the demon’s blood red eyes, followed by a crash of thunder. Thunder that shook the ground so hard leaves and raindrops fell from the tree.
The demon rushed forward; Merritt feebly held up his arms in self-defense. The blades sang as they sliced through the wind; thunder drowned out Merritt’s screams as his hands were severed at the wrist.
Lightning flashed.
Another crash of thunder smothered Merritt’s final cries as the knives formed a scissor removing the head from the body.
The demon stood without taking time to admire his work, and walked to the house to eliminate the wife and kids.
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I don't go to church. The last church I enjoyed was Mount Caramel Baptist Church 1100 Church Street in Norfolk, VA, but even if I did I wouldn't pay tithes so preacher can drive a Jaguar
‘Unleash hell,’ the Preacher Man had said.
Those were the last words Charlie remembered. Those words brought forth the demon and put Charlie Rosen to bed. Charlie slept through the whole process - never remembered a thing once the demon was summoned. Not bound by Charlie’s moral compass, the demon rose to eliminate non-believers at the behest of the Preacher Man.
***
Rain dripped from the demon’s long brown hair as Merritt Thompson crawled toward the large maple tree in his backyard. His ankle broken, Merritt knew he only had one chance to escape the wrath of the Preacher Man.
“You wouldn’t be looking for this, would you?” the demon asked.
Merritt looked over his shoulder; the demon held a .380 pistol in his large hands and Merritt turned a ghostly white.
“I knew you wouldn’t keep a gun in the house with your children.”
The mention of his children scared him more than not having his gun.
“Tell him I’ll pay,” Merritt begged. “Tell him I’ll pay him whatever he wants.”
“We are way past making deals here, Merritt,” the demon said, a sinister smile playing on his lips. He leaned in closer to man on the ground. “You said to the congregation – what was that again? That ‘paying tithes is for suckers.’ Did you say that?”
The demon wagged his finger and slowly walked forward.
Merritt, still crawling, cornered himself, pinned with his back against the tree.
“I was wrong, okay? I was wrong. I understand that, now. Just please don’t hurt my kids. My wife, and my kids. I don’t care what you do to me, but my wife, my wife and my kids. Leave them be.”
“Children always pay for the sins of the father. You know that, don’t you Merritt? ‘He will by no means leave the guilty unpunished, visiting the iniquity of fathers on the children and on the grandchildren to the third and fourth generations’ - Exodus 34:7”
“No. No, please, no,” he said. Tears streamed down the man’s face mixing with the rain that fell from the dripping leaves. He clenched the dirt and grass in his hands.
“No. No, please, no,” the demon mocked. “I’m here because of you. ‘For ye were as sheep going astray; but are now returned unto the Shepherd and Bishop of your souls,’ – Peter 2:25.
“Please,” Merritt begged again.
“Psalms 7:8 through 12, ‘The Lord shall judge the people: judge me, O Lord, according to my righteousness, and according to mine integrity that is in me. Oh let the wickedness of the wicked come to an end; but establish the just: for the righteous God tries the hearts and minds. My defense is of God, which saves the upright in heart. God judges the righteous, and God is angry with the wicked every day.’
‘If a man does not repent, He will sharpen His sword; He has bent His bow and made it ready.”
Merritt cringed as seven-inch knives slid from holsters on either hip of his tormentor, the silver shimmering in the fading light. He lay helpless as the demon clinked the blades together. The demon continued toward the cowering man brandishing swords, his mission laid out by the Preacher Man and confirmed by scripture.
A bolt of lightning flashed showing the demon’s blood red eyes, followed by a crash of thunder. Thunder that shook the ground so hard leaves and raindrops fell from the tree.
The demon rushed forward; Merritt feebly held up his arms in self-defense. The blades sang as they sliced through the wind; thunder drowned out Merritt’s screams as his hands were severed at the wrist.
Lightning flashed.
Another crash of thunder smothered Merritt’s final cries as the knives formed a scissor removing the head from the body.
The demon stood without taking time to admire his work, and walked to the house to eliminate the wife and kids.
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I don't go to church. The last church I enjoyed was Mount Caramel Baptist Church 1100 Church Street in Norfolk, VA, but even if I did I wouldn't pay tithes so preacher can drive a Jaguar
