Amongst the spiraling rubble

stood a figure with a bladed maw

and slithering serpent fingers

staring at me with a complacent gaze

of orange and torturous fire.

I stepped through a puddle once a man

toward the statuesque concoction

of the realm of cradled torture.

The closer I approached

the more his body crumbled

yet it reanimated just as quickly

as my presence pulled it apart.

His blackened demon organs

were constantly revealed

as his flesh and bones continually

attempted to reassemble.

“I know where you’re going,” he said to me,

voice so liquid and guttural.

I allowed my Nectar to reveal their faces

to the swirl of speaking flesh.

Yet no true being

was sucked from his chaos

and he remained standing

with a vainglorious ever shifting grin.

“You cannot absorb me.

It is I, Asmodeus,

king of the demons,

proprietor of betrayal and misery.”

I reached my talons

into the chaos of his chest

and wrapped them around

the blackness of his heart.

My surroundings became absent

and flashes of a perilous eternity

swarmed my vision with painful color.

I stumbled backwards

talons freed from his chest

and held my balance

with the tips of my wings.

“I know your plan,

I know the path you’re going to take,

and knowing this realm as I do

I wish to lead you to your destination.

For I want the angel

overthrown as much as you.”

This of course was not my plan

but I allowed him to think it be.

And so this ever destructing column of matter

walked with me

through the disintegrating demon city

as a temporary tool,

an oblivious guide,

through the expanding infernal horizon.






© Chris Morey 2010



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