Search Posts
Flinching at the sight of the sacred seal of King Solomon that binds him to its bearer's servitude, Barron growls in Abyssal: G+# d~%n thee eternally, thou child-buggering malcontents! I be bound by the magical power of King Solomon to serve thee as thou pleasest! What would thy will be done?
As François Prelati struggled to find an answer to his lord's impatient demand, the black smoke of burning sacrifices coalesced over the unholy bonfire of naked, mutilated bodies of children, some of them headless, some with slit throats or broken necks... The smoke blackened and solidified into a large, demonic form with horned, bat-like head, drooling fanged maw, gory red sinews glistening in the firelight, and shaggy goat-like legs ending in cloven hooves that trampled the charred sacrificial victims! Barron, demonlord of child murder and Infanticide, had at last answered the summons of Gilles de Rais and his evil accomplices! Its voice sounds like the buzzing of a hive of hornets forming Abyssal words that echo maddeningly in the secret underground crematorium: zzzGOGNAZZZzznnt drrrzzzzZZAAANNNGGGTTT!!! TROZZZZzzzrrrrnnnn!?... xxXAAAAARRRRROOOOOXXXxxxttttAAAZZZZZdddt BARRONNNNN zzzZZAAAAIIITHHH!? Abyssal: Such impertinence and impatience, my mortal friends! I am here now! What the Hell do ye want, ye child-buggering maggotfilth!? Why should Barron not gore and trample thee to pudding, and slurp up thine innards for a late night repast!? |
