The Angel Of
Pain
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Down in the depths of hell
In that sweltering slaughter pit
Where the souls are racked with torment The charnel dwelling of the immortally
damned.
Just beyond the looming onyx gates of Hell
A backdrop of vivid flames,
Roaring to the very ceiling
Slowly burn and blister the tortured souls
Who then scream, thrash and groan in agony
With no equal and no end.
And then a tall, slender female figure is seen
Walking out of the raging flames
Through clouds of billowing black smoke
Smelling of sulfur, blood . . .and dried fantasies
With a deft hand she tightens the loose laces of her leather bodice
Exhausted, Beaten, Broken souls
Mercilessly whipped lay chained to the wall And yet cry out feebly to her
Each hoping that within her black heart
Lies maybe a thread of humanity.
Alas, they are sadly mistaken
Sympathy for them . . .
She has not . . .
In response to their pleas, she merely laughs
Cracking her whip upon the shredded backs.
Smiling as the whip scores deeply into their flesh
Slicing cleanly . . .Exposing bone to view
The flames reflect beautifully off her pale skin
Giving it an almost ruddy appearance of vitality
Her delicately oval shaped face is framed by long silken black hair
Pleasing to the eye . . .Soft and luxurious to the touch
With silver highlights, glistening almost like stolen rays of moonlight
Yet a scent of blood lingers in it
She pauses . . .
And takes a moment to gaze over the weltering souls
She smiles having decided that occasions such as this
Make her ecstatic to be known as
And carry the title of . . .''The Angel Of Pain''
Her gaze having the ability to cause a soul to tremble
and quake in absolute terror
Oor bring a smile to the lips of the dreaming sadist
Awash in fantasy . . .
A lithe and sensual being is she
In possession of a fiery passion
Somewhat pensive, she flexes her black feathered wings
Flaps them a couple times
Stretches them out to a span of six feet
Then folds them neatly behind her
Yet the sweet sound of rustling feathers is no match
For those howling in abject agony
She cracks her whip and it scores a soul along the neck
Slitting wide open the carotid artery
Thus resulting in crimson spraying violently from the wound
Draping . . .Drenching
Her leather clothing in blood
She pauses momentarily . . .
A truly breath taking creature
Crimson blood slowly dripping down her sensuous form
Surrounded by leaping flames and wailing souls . . .
Whip still in hand . . .