The Godsend Backfire: The Beginning by Harold Straugh (books to read in your 30s TXT) 📕

what he did to me.  He tried to struggle, but I took and rammed the hot, fire poker through his groin and into his midsection. I thrusted it back and forth as the sound of sizzling skin came to my ears and I watched as he stared to bleed out.

“WITNESS THIS, YOU WILL ALL SUFFER,” I said, loudly. They watched in horror as Al’s muffled screams died off as he died, and puddle of blood pulled up below him. “Now where is Mer-Alz-Azkiban. Tell me and I will let you live….well some of you…okay the person who tells me will live.”

Then from out of nowhere, an axe came through the air and hit me square in the chest and bounced off, I laughed as it hit the ground.  The crowd dispersed, quickly, screaming as well, but that didn’t stop me from throwing the axe in the back of one of the villagers.

It was among the crowd that I spotted Mer-Alz-Azkiban.  She made eye contact with and me and bolted.  I used my speed to get in front of her, cocked my head back, she was too busy looking back to see me. I then gave the most, wicked, headbutt, that sent her doing a back flip in the air and she landed awkwardly on her leg, snapping it.

I needed to disarm her, if she couldn’t speak any curses, she couldn’t stop me. I had my hand in her mouth and pulled her tongue before she could speak, then took my thumbs and gouged out her eyes. I put them in a small bag she had on her and saved them for a later use. I had blood on my hands again and this time my stomach rumbled. Then, out of character I licked my fingers and the taste of blood was amazing.

I got up and dragged her by hair over to the post that Al was tied to and tied her too it, then built a small fire around it.  She was still alive, I could tell by her blood-filled moans.

The fire took off and then Al, woke up screaming, which startled me, I had thought he had died. I went in his hut and found the oil pot he used to dip is torches in and threw its contents on them.  The flames engulfed them after that, their screams filled my ears and the smell of their sizzling flesh filled my nose.  I just smiled as the screams died off and they quit moving.

I wasn’t done yet with Sodom, but I wanted to get to Gomorrah and decided to walk there, nice and slow.  I wanted the people who fled, to tell Abakanazar that I was coming, I wanted there to be an army to try to stop me.  While I was walking, I felt my rib where Lucifer’s horn was at. I could feel the texture of it through my skin and I smiled, I still wasn’t for sure how I was going to use it, but I knew I would get some pleasure out of it.

I was right to think the villagers of Gomorrah would fight me.  There were about twenty of them, standing guard around the Hall.  The rest of the villagers ran again, sure, they can all stand around a rape someone, but they couldn’t deal with the consequences.  They’d have their time, one way or another,

I fought the first two off with ease, the third and fourth one, they got a few good hits, but their hits felt like I was being bit by a small insect, instead of being hit by full grown man.  I was able to use my speed and strength to get through most of them, mostly using their own weapons against them.

I speared one guy, with his own spear, through the gut and into the ground.  I heard a faint whistling noise and moved my head out of the way as a scythe, sliced through the guy I had speared. I kicked scythe owner’s legs out from underneath him, then stomped his back hard enough to snap it.  I picked up scythe, I liked the way it felt in my hands.  I turned around to face the rest of the crowd with a crazed look and a smile on my face.  It must have been scary looking, because the rest of group tossed their weapons down and ran away.

I kicked the door in of the Hall and at the table sat Abakanazar, stuffing his face, he looked surprised to see me, he actually thought his people could stop me.  He let some of the food drop out of his mouth, swallowed what was left then slowly reached over and grabbed a drink.

“I suppose you’re here to kill me for my actions?” he asked, then slowly put piece of meat in his mouth.

“No, I wanted to see how you are doing” I said sarcastically.

“Let’s get on with it,” he said and waved me on, but I was just wasn’t going to kill him, I was going to make him suffer.

I used a sash he had around his waist to secure his hands to the chair before he could even move. I set the scythe down and got in front of him, “You know, I’ll never forget you flopping your big, sweaty, stomach on my back before you did what you did to me.”

“I wasn’t myself, but I did it, regardless, why not just kill me?”

“Nobody killed me,” I said, scooping up a handful of food, “Eat!” I said as I shoved it in his mouth. He tried to resist but soon I was wrist deep in his mouth, forcing him to swallow. I grabbed tray after tray of food and shoved down his throat.  He screamed out and spit out some of the food, which I just laughed about.  I came to a plate of potatoes and looked at him, “You don’t get