Dark Tales from the Den by Dona Fox

Author:Dona Fox
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: James Ward Kirk Publishing
Published: 2015-04-11T04:00:00+00:00

Satan’s Heart

The snake stretched in the brittle sun of Hell. “Am I beautiful?”

“Surely.” The woman ran her fingertips down its glistening scales.

“Pick me up; let me curl around your hand. Feel my warmth; lay me against your breasts.”

The woman did everything she was asked.

“Do you feel a stirring between your thighs?”

“I do,” the woman said.

“Lay down with me.” The snake coiled around her and, again, she did as he asked.

The man came and joined them. The snake blew vapor into the air, intoxicating the man and woman. Their bodies vibrated. They cried out with pleasure until they were sated.

“Will you worship me now?”

“What is worship?”

The snake sighed. “Will you love me?”

“What is love?”

The snake sighed again. “When you want always to be with the other; when you want to be one; when you want only to please the other. Do you love me?”

“We love each other.” They pressed their naked bodies together.

The snake grew. His head became massive; his body split--he stood on mammoth golden legs. His voice thundered as the man and woman cowered in his shadow: “Each other! You are but clay!”

He smashed them.

Lilith approached, wiping the red mud from her face. “What have you done, now? Another failure, my son?”

“No, I don’t fail. I’m just playing.” Slowly his face morphed from the giant Gila it had become in his anger back into the perfect planes of his father’s dreams. His muscles rippling beneath near crimson skin, he smiled as he reached for her. Whether in anger or love, she stayed his grasp. As a sobbing boy approached through the vapors, Lilith slipped away.

“What is your story, boy?” He drew the young man onto his lap.

“I know I was my father’s favorite—the smartest, strongest, and most handsome. Yet he took my brother to his bed instead of me—not that I wanted that. Oh, no, never, yet why take him and not me? But then, perhaps it’s not even true, I have only the word of my brother.”

“Yet you believe it. Why do you believe him?”

“I have a doubt because I remember the way my brother flirted with my father as we ate, in front of the other men, and how angry my father became. But that’s not proof.”

“I will allow you to return. Go back and plunge a knife into your brother’s heart. Watch his blood soak into the earth and the life breath leave his body. Kill your brother as you would kill a lamb.”

“That’s it. That’s what I shall do. Thank you.” The boy kissed Satan’s feet. “I love you.”

“Go. Go, before I change my mind.” Satan smiled then he whispered to himself, “And I shall call it Murder.”

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