Date: Mon, 22 Aug 2005 14:54:20 -0700 (PDT) From: paul taylor Subject: murderous hero this story is contains gay relations, violence and black magic. if none of these is your cup of tea, then i suggest you try something else. good bye. MURDEROUS HERO by Stuart Tempest Dark eyes and ears pierce the night and the minds of men. The ears hear evil thoughts of hate towards two lovers. How can anyone hate love, The purist thing on earth? The mind attached to the dark eyes and ears thought. The ears heard who the evil thoughts were hunting. The whole body of the dark eyes followed the evil thinkers. "Let's kill these faggots, boys." The ears heard one of them say. The dark body followed on the roof tops of the old city. He followed preys and predators to an alley. The evil predators were closing in on their helpless preys. But, suddenly, the leader of the hunters was suddenly missing a head. The dark body had moved with light speed. No one saw him cut off the hunters head. As the black figure turned around, He transformed into a beast from hell's lowest level. The dark figure walked over to the leader's body, And spoke sacred words only demons can understand. As the murderous hero spoke, A green light came forth from the leader's dead body. The two lovers were the only ones who knew that it was his rotten soul. The other predators ran, but only got to make two steps. For as they tried to make their third step, The demonic savior of love opened his mouth and spewed black fire at them. The dark eyes watched and laughed as the remaining haters burned To a black crisp. Once again, the strange savior spoke the words that fed him the rotten souls of the former hunters. The demonic hero transformed back into his handsome human form. He went over to the pure love birds and asked in a charming voice, "Are you two ok?" The shocked lovers could only nod their heads to say yes. The demonic guardian then bowed and apologized for giving his rescues such a scare, and jumped up onto the building to his right. It was at after this time that very few hate crimes were committed, For the haters of love knew that there was a guardian of love who would steal their life and their soul. Foolish mothers who forced the hate to fester in her children cried out for justice, But they do not understand that the death of their children was justice. Foolish mothers who enslaved their children in pseudo-morals cried out for revenge, But they do not understand that the death of their children was Revenge. The black savior meditates in his home. He seeks out his people's enemies. He seeks out his people's revenge. He seeks out his love. The black savior knows his love is out there, Somewhere, Alone, Feeling the pain the murderous hero does, Feeling the need for the satisfying glory of true and pure Love. Suddenly, he sees him in his mind. His love reincarnated. His love from many years ago. His love is in the city. His love will fill the hole in the murderous hero's heart, And he will do the same to his love. The black savior grabs his black trench coat and flies out the window, To his love eternal. Down in the gay community street, A young man, Who just turned 21 tonight, Was out with a friend to celebrate. But alas, he was still feeling the woe of loneliness. Such is the life of a misfit like he. The moving beet of the music in the club could barely move him to dance. He thought to himself that even his new lucky talisman baphomet could not help ease his pain. The young birthday boy decided to go outside for some fresh air. After telling his friend his plan of action, he stepped outside. After he lit a cigar, he saw an unfriendly face. He saw his nemesis from college. A member of the hypocritical right hand path who would not hesitate from killing a Satanist, a Jew, a homosexual, or any other person that didn't see eye to eye with his, Stupidity. This enemy of the left hand path was the reason the birthday boy carried a hidden knife. The birthday boy tripped his nemesis while their glares of disgust met. The hypocrite stood up and tried to punch the birthday boy. Unfortunately, at least for the right hand fool, the b-day boy dodged it and let the fool break his knuckles on impact against the brick wall of the club. "What's the matter, shit head, did the queer make you break something?" The people standing within hearing distance laughed at the clever remark. "I'll kill you faggot!" Was the hater's only reply. "Not if I kill you first you hypocritical swine!" Just then, a police car started to come down the street leading to the club. This was a silent sign telling the archrivals that their problem will have to wait for a solution. The birthday boy returned to his friend inside the club. He told her about the joyous encounter. Don't worry hun; you'll get that bastard someday, as well as man, Was her reaction to the news. Him? Have a man? That seemed unlikely at this rate. Most of the men he met were either not interested because they were straight or they just couldn't have a relationship with someone that was like a brother to them. He decided to just let the beet of the music make him dance. Right in the middle of the song, The birthday boy had a feeling that there was a pair of eyes on him. He looked around, No one on the dance floor was starring at him, No one at the bar was starring at him, No one near the bathroom was starring at him either. As the birthday boy looked around the entrance of the sex room, He spotted them. There were two sparkling emerald eyes looking straight at him. The eyes pierced him immediately. The eyes had a mystery to them. The eyes seemed to summon the birthday boy over to them. The birthday boy could not resist, The birthday boy did not want to resist. As the eyes came out of the shadows they revealed who had owned them. The owner was the murderous hero. At last, After decades upon decades of looking, The demon savior had found his eternal love. After years of searching, The birthday boy finally found someone to love. Neither one of them spoke a word to each other. They didn't need to either. They could hear each others thoughts, Even over the loud music of the club. The dj started to play a slower song. The black hero offered his hand to his found eternal love for a dance. The birthday boy gladly accepted. As they danced on the floor, The birthday boy's friend saw him dancing with the demonic messiah. She was over whelmed with joy that she cheered the birthday boy on. The lovers heard her cheering, And it just made the moment even more euphoric. All the two rejoined lovers did was talk to each other. "Damien, I know this might sound odd, but..." the birthday boy admitted, "I feel as if I have known you all my life. It's as if we were lovers in a past life or something." "Well Glenn, I wouldn't call that odd at all. In fact, I know that our relationship was before and shall forever be." Damien replied. Glenn was shocked by this. He was starting to wonder if Damien was Mr. Right after all. Damien could see the fear and confusion in Glenn's eyes. "If you don't believe me, just follow me and I will explain." Glenn still felt a little bit nervous about the whole thing, but something about Damien, maybe it was his beauty or his charm, made Glenn more willing to go. Glenn gave his hand to Damien and said, "Lead on." With a gleeful smile, Damien took Glenn to his lair. Once they arrived, Damien showed Glenn his ritual chamber. It was a dark room that was only lit by candle light. Even moonlight couldn't enter the room. Glenn saw Damien's beautiful altar. A baphomet plaque was placed in the middle of two inverted crosses. All of the candles were black except for a white one that was on the right side of the altar table. Also on the table laid a sword that bared ancient and sacred markings. This set up looked so familiar to Glenn, yet he had never set foot in any ritual chamber except his own. "Why do I get the feeling that I've seen this altar before. Wait, I know. It was in my dreams," thought Glenn as he soaked in his surroundings. "Those are not just mere dreams my love. Those are memories of a past life. Your past life that was a part of my life," Damien explained. "How did you know what I was thinking? And what are you talking about?" pondered Glenn. "I have many gifts from all my years of studies. As for what I'm talking about, just take hold of my sword on the altar, and it will show you," Answered Damien. Usually, Glenn was not taken in by such mystery, but somehow he had a feeling that Damien was telling the truth. So, Glenn grabbed the sword gently and a sudden wave of images flew into his head. These images were of the same altar, but in a mansion painted of ruby red. He saw Damien serving as a celebrant and himself as a human altar in a black mass. Glenn also saw Damien and himself sleeping in the same bed and whispering sweet nothings into each others ears. He saw Damien reading in a library full of dark knowledge. Glenn also saw how he died in his past life. He saw hateful men with torches burning down their home. Glenn suddenly felt Damien's hand on his and the images stopped. Suddenly, Glenn knew that his love for Damien was meant to be. Glenn looked into Damien's green eyes, And Damien looked back into Glenn's blue eyes. Then, Damien hugged Glenn and kissed him. Oh how they missed the touch of each other. Oh how they missed the smell of each other. Oh how they missed each other. Damien and Glenn stood their holding each other for ten minutes, but it felt like an eternity. At last, Damien had someone to call his lover. At last, Glenn had someone he can feel secure with. On that night, In that apartment, Their two bodies became one. Fini