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Morbid Angel · (08-30-2016)

Tonight we're summoned for a divine cause
Remembrance - No
But for their future loss

This chapel of ritual
Smells of dead human sacrifices
From the altar...

Beduins and nomads
Carried through the times
Through pestilences and famines
These ancient scrolls of rhymes

"Our fallen angel vexed
Was banished from the sky
Recite now from the text
Pray for ALL to die"

This chapel of ritual
Smells of dead human sacrifices
From the altar bed
On this night of ritual
Invoking our master
To procreate the unholy bastard

"Our father
Who art in hell
Unhallowed be thy name
Cursed be the sons and daughters
Of thine Nemesis
Whom are to blame
Thy kingdom come"

Tonight we summoned for His unholy fiend
Now celebrate
The End

This chapel of ritual
Smells of dead human sacrifices
From the altar bed
On this night of ritual
Invoking our master
To procreate the unholy bastard

Absolute Darkness drapes the room as if the sun died a thousand deaths, to shine nevermore!

One can only assume that Morbid Angel was standing somewhere in the darkness, confused and most definitely naked. The only noise is the sounds of Morbid Angel breathing and slowly shuffling his feet across some stones.

"Hello?" He said meekly as if to try and arise some sort of answers to this current predicament...His answer came to him with the fury of hell-fire and some sort of jewish stones.

The intense light hits him like a blowtorch to the cock! Morbid steps back, covering his manly bits from the heat.

A man appears before him, He was a middle aged white male dressed all in white. His eyes had long since fogged over as if he were blind. Morbid Angel stood tall in comparison to the man, he knew who this was....Satan!

The man walked towards Morbid Angel while straightening his suit, stopping two feet from the much larger Morbid Angel.

"So you think you deserve to travel in time. Why do you believe this is something I'll allow?" The beast's voice was not what you'd expect, a cross between Helen Keller and Jeff Stacy would more than justify his tone.

Morbid Angel was not impressed by who was standing before him, he uncovered his cock and balls and looked down at the little devil.

"I thought you'd be taller...and maybe a bit more red" The Angel of Light was far from amused by Morbid Angel's humor. Besides we all know that there is nothing worse than some motherfucker making a joke when you are trying to be serious.

"Joke now because your future will be anything but funny, I can guarantee the fact that you will not enjoy a single fact if you proceed. You may be known as Morbid Angel to the living but when you enter my world you are nothing more than a simple pup to be abused and there is nothing you can do to change that as much as you would want to."

Satan said while slowly paced the room.

"Look, motherfucker! I sacrificed an animal to you, went to the specific house at the specific time and I expect to get what I want! I don't give a fuck how tough you want to talk to me but seriously you are nothing more than a genie and I just rubbed your motherfucking lamp! YOU FUCKING SEND TO TO KILL VINNIE LANE NOW! You owe me!" Morbid Angel then started to follow "He Who Shall Not Be Named" while lecturing him on what he will and will not do...Mistake number five during this adventure!

"You ignorant fool. You think that making mere threats on me I will bend to your whim? That is not only a foul thought but also far from what will actually happen because this flesh I am now wearing is not a form that feels pain, I am truly forever and you are just a fleck of dust blowing around, small and insignificant. You will be forgotten in time, the only ones that know of you are just a small fraction of everything. More people have no idea that you even exist. You are nothing, you are worth less than a piece of lint." His words were true but Morbid Angel wasn't even listening. The cost of being delusional and really believing you can browbeat the Devil to grant your wishes.

"I did what was required now hold up your end!" Morbid stopped abruptly as Satan turned around quickly to face him. His fog eyes slowly wanders up the Dick Collectors body, not even slowing for his muscles or large, syringe marked cock and balls before reaching his face.

Satan's face does not change as he gets an idea on how to punish such arrogance.

"OK, I will grant you to travel through time. Be warned, you may enter a time as a mortal but repercussions that come from altering time will effect everything around you. You may end up making yourself not exist. I grant you mortal form to meet Vinnie Lane. Kill him if you can. Let's see how you enjoy this. Good Luck, "Morbid Angel". You will need it!" Like a wishmaster he granted Morbid Angel to continue but as just A mortal.

When dealing with the Devil you should know that nothing is as easy as a mere agreement, you are playing a game as he plays with words and the outcome could vary between almost what you wanted at great cost or not really what you wanted at all with a little cost. Satan knew Morbid Angel to be someone that lives for hate and pain, so what would be a good alternative to grant the passage?

To pass him on not as himself.

The Scene Fades Out!

The scene opens to a blue colored room, the sun peeking in through the blinds somewhat covering the window across the room, it was warm, a comfortable warm enshrouded with the feeling of security. How could these things give one the feeling of security?

Morbid Angel opened his eyes, he was laying on a bed, staring at the ceiling trying to place where the fuck he was.

He sits up in the bed, the covers fall from his body...he is wearing clothes!

He looks down and sees that he is wearing pajamas, he grabs at his shirt and feels bone and flesh underneath. A panicked look fills his eyes as he has been unable to feel bones in his chest because of his massive muscles for years. He looks at his hands, They were small and pale, he then grabs at his long hair...gone! He jumps from the bed and starts to flail around while touching his muscles, feeling that they are gone. Slowly he notices the window in the room...he stops his flail and stares at it, not the window it's self but the frame...It was eye level with him

"What the FUCK!" He said in a high pitched voice that was not his own. His hands quickly slapped over his mouth, his eyes showed terror as he wondered what the fuck was going on. "Did he make me a woman?" He thought to himself as he grabbed the front of his pajamas and pulled forth the elastic waist band to see if there was in fact a pussy below only to reveal hairless male genitals, small enough to be confused with those of Peter Gilmour prior to his Morbid circumcision.
He released the waist band and fell to his knees in the middle of the room as he let out a pitiful whimper, He looks over to the door and sees a reflection of himself in the mirror. Morbid Angel is now a small boy. Not just any kind of boy, a Jewish looking boy with a big fucking nose and black hair. Not Jew-fro but still Jewish enough.

Was Morbid Angel defeated?

Fuck no!

As he knelt there sulking for the loss of his massive muscles and way above average cock he thought this could work out more to his advantage as someone in his true form would not be allowed to sneak up on people as easily as a child. A child could get right up close to someone and it would be OK versus A 6'9, tattooed, scarred and obviously steroid abused body. That's not to mention a thick Russian accent....speaking of accent...Did Morbid Angel still have one?

"Hello?...hello, hello....Bananar! Maverick is gay...Doc D'ville is a pedophile!...Oh shit!"

Not only was his accent gone but he could totally get Doc arrested!

That is if he knew where Doc was because this is time travel and we are somewhere back in time...Vinnie Lane's past somewhere. Probably Florida, what fucking year is it? Where could he find anyone?

First thought was to check all the local gay bars looking for Lane but that was quickly pushed aside as he was obviously not tall enough to get in and a threat would be laughed off. Followed by the thought of "what if".

What if he found Lane and Lane just rapes the shit out of him. Everyone knows Lane likes the ladies but we're talking Morbid Angel logic here. What if Lane over powers him and gives him the Pest treatment in the ass.

What if Lane was a new born baby at this time? What would Morbid do then?

I'll tell you what he's do...He would shake the living shit out of that fucking baby!

Shake that fucking shit to death!

YES! That's what would happen!

Morbid Angel now has a plan!...But first!

FIRST!

Morbid needed to get dressed...

You can't go out and shake a baby wearing pajamas. It's a special day when you can shake a baby so you need to be dressed right for it.

He goes to the closet and looks inside, seeing a bunch of toys on the floor, a few dress shirts, several pair of jeans but nothing he would wear to shake a baby but he needed something so he quickly grabbed the darkest pair or pants and a shirt that wasn't too bright and got dressed.

Making his way out of the room, quietly so he wasn't heard. Even he knew that there must be a parent around somewhere so being quiet was top priority. No one will get in the way of his victory!

He makes his way into the living room...empty!

Going down the hall heading for the only door in sight, the kitchen door.
He heard movement behind him but was going to make a dash if he could.

"Dominic, come here for a minute."A feminine voice said. It was one of those feminine voices that you can tell belonged to a fat woman, know what I mean? You can hear the jiggling of her body fat and the cholesterol deflecting off her vocal cords and together they make fat speech.

Morbid ignored her words because for one, his name isn't Dominic and two, fuck that shit! He was on a mission.

"Dominic! Come here right now! Don't make me come and get you!" Still he ignored her and made his way to the door and grabbed the handle but was quickly slapped away by a large, yet fat hand. He falls over to the floor holding his ear.

"I told you to come here! This is the last time I am going to tell you to listen when I am speaking to you!" She said pointing her fattened finger at his face.

Morbid gets to his feet and looks her dead in the face.

OK, you now have my attention. What do you want? He said in his tiny prepubescent voice as he crossed his arms.

"JUST WAIT UNTIL YOUR FATHER GETS HOME! YOU ARE GROUNDED!"

Morbid Angel just stares at her with a look of severe anger but far from intimidating coming from such a small child.

The only thought in his mind was "NO ONE GROUNDS THE MORBID ANGEL! I don't give a goddamn fuck who the fuck you fucking think you are!

The scene fades to a Blood Red!

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