He was enormous. At least 8 feet tall.
He had broken in through the ceiling—stumbled through but still landed on his feet—and was dripping glowing blood-red and black gunk from his wings and the hole he’d come through. His wings and skin were coffin-moonless black, and his face was a swollen hell-red, with a dark black beard, sickly yellow-green eyes and a face like a cross with a lion and a mountaineer.
He screamed at me like he was looking for blood, until he got a frenzied look in his eyes, and I noticed he’d caught the covers of the fashion and celebrity magazines we sold on the shelves knee-high to the customers. It was then that I noticed his 12-inch rancid-scaled dick between his matted-hair goat thighs, because he started grunting horribly, with a furious and throbbing veined red claw and black fingernails grasp on his cock that looked like a coal-black Great Horned Lizard that had been in the sun too long, and wailing and moaning.
Once I realized what he was doing, I started swearing. Out loud, mostly due to shock. Luckily, that got my brain working again. I ran in the back and started pacing and cursing some more, trying to think.
Eventually I was able to come up with a thought process. Obviously, I thought, the thing wanted to kill me. So I had to strike first. Since it seemed to be erstwhile distracted—considerably, at that (I could still hear the whining)—I found a broom and snapped it in half, making a jagged spear out of it.
Starting at the far end of the aisle straight behind it—with no concern for subtlety, since the howling and woofing at this point had climbed to near ear-splitting levels—I built to a full-on run, leapt with a war-cry, and drove the wood down in a massive stab through its throat. It threw cascades of neon-black blood everywhere, screaming rage and hate and swiping at me as it fell.
Unfortunately for me, the shock had set the goddamn climax off, and the beast had shot its green glopping jackzim all over the counter and cigarettes, cash registers and windows, and the WHOLE thing—him and his mess, which even had small green pebbles with eyes in it, like lime-green kidney-stone tadpoles mixed in with his spill—melted and dissolved like acid right through the floor, desks, and all the surfaces he’d stained. Everywhere.
What a dick that guy was.
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