Demonic king plucked at the snares, the ruses, the machinations of his infernal schemes, permitted to finally wander from locked confines and into the chilling, sinister air. A vicious web, a heretic spiral, of malevolent undulations and precise motions, the conviction and deliberation of licentious endeavors, like a feral flame he conducted the ferocity, the depravity, of Satan’s favored statue, come to life to spear debauchery into the hides of men. Detached and infernal, he spread his potent puissance into the earth, finessed forbidding, ravenously poised the plundering, the immorality, of his arched seething, searing, scathing maelstrom, an enriched, unholy possession of ethereal ruins and plundered treacheries. Consumed, ravaged, swallowed by the grasp of corruption, he sought only the wretched convictions of his bloodthirsty creed, greed coiled in infidel entrails, nefarious innards, callous destruction. A ruin for bedlam’s opus, rubble for havoc’s orchestra, fallen monuments for Mephistopheles’ symphony, forging onward to pay the virtuous their begging reel for absolution, plunging forward to burn, desecrate, pierce ineptitude. Hollowed, indifferent, apathetic, he craved enmity, listened for its hostile croons, its hedonistic murmurs, its devilish whispers, a plague upon wandering houses, wayward and trenchant, mordant and cruel. With an avaricious plunge, he searched, scavenged, scaled wintry walls and ashen hearts, master of malice, of menace, of toiling disregard and warrior contempt, devouring and slaughtering, secrets slain, bodies flayed, leaving the remains to be burned, bleached, in dust. He watched for afflictions, for weaknesses, for the call of abhorrent disdain, for the wretched strum of disdain to play its simmering chords, domination and supremacy carving pariahs into movement, antagonistic prose and pose, poised horror, savage temptation, ravenous, unforgiving, and reticent. Compassion ripped, torn, disheveled and thrown aside, sin singing a Machiavellian sonnet; violent and baleful, rampant chasm of the monstrous, the evil, the vile, black, black hearted.

Beyond, his puncturing stare caught a victim nestled in its bristling pace, ripping out foolish nettles, painted and without a sword, without a shield. Where was the femme’s armor, her chainmail, her carapace? Did she linger outside their Basin, their walls, their mountain towers, their icy hunting grounds, without a care, without a thought? Did stupidity choke, strangle, and suffocate the lives outside their glaciered hold, playing the game of survival without holding thoughts of how to conquer its diversions? Could he lay siege upon it, watch the triumph, the ferocity, angle, fade, wither away from her eyes, and only death, stillness, quietus blend into its slits? A predator, a raptor, a wolf, the beast stalked, haunted, possessed, calmly, composed, claimed the shadows of snowdrifts and piles: pursuing newfound prey. Rapacious and exploitative, he made no acknowledged sound towards her frame, did not announce his presence, forged silence into the rime and frost, and chiseled the grave apertures of his deadly, lethal nonchalance, devastation lurking, waiting, shadowing inanity with rotten, primitive hostility, boughs of the meticulous, of the diligent, of the conniving, argent domination. Wild and heinous, a foretold, augured wound twisting, coiling, reeling around its intended casualty, ensnared and licentious, impending minatory enticement; the ruler and the killer.