Mark Of The Beast
Men come in, dropping the rings that they wore tightly on their fingers. Pretending to be a single man, held by no chains, no family obligations to be seen, these men love to pretend to be free. Wagging their dollars, calling out the women that past them by. Each seductress eying what poor fool is holding the most in their hand, the man they will give one minute of pleasure, then lead them out of the brothel, were they will slumber back into the street with a smile, and a burden on their shoulders as they sneak back into their home. With a wife that will see the signs, even after they shower and shower, to wash away the stench of another juice all over their flesh.
All seem eager for lust, for a kiss, for sex. But not him, the one in the corner, twirling the gold coin, tossing it in the air, remembering the night the Devil tossed the coin to his feet. “ Something for your mother’s service.” He kept the coin with him, never letting it go, never letting slip from his hand. This was his only this thing he had from the Devil, the only proof that he existed, when others debated his existence in life.
He waited for him to show, Stella the dancing sexual queen, the one that promised to lure the Devil out with her flesh and meat, something he found as a treat. She promised on her grave, she would not show her face till she brought what he so wanted to claim.
How he waited for this day to come, so many years, so many restless nights trying to find that evil that flew away into the night. Now to have it here, to have it near, he exactly knew how he would react when that evil step through that door. He would hand him the same coin he gave to him that night, put the blade under his neck, smile wide as he did, and see the blood gush side to side.
Minutes elapsed, till she walks through the door, soaking wet. A storm had come. She watches him from afar, nods her head, doesn’t meet his gaze.
The man holds the coin tightly to his fist, muttering these words under his breath. “ Tonight you shall come, as you did into my life, tonight you will die, as I died that night.”
The door swings open, everyone in the room falls silent as the night. The man that has entered is not the Devil, but just a mere puppet that was with him that night, the man that was begging and waiting his turn to enter this poor man’s mother insides. A round man, long mutton chops, rotting teeth, a gold chain with Jesus pressed to his chest, with a large dark coat that hung on him like his soul.
Stella runs to him, shock in her face, she falls to the ground as this man graces her present. “I thought he would come, I called for him, sir, did he not answer my call?”
The man spits on top of her, showing her the kindness he will show her, and anyone that lays in front of him. “ No wench, he does not answer you, nor does he answer any man. You call him, but what do you have to offer, just use used abused skin, what makes you think he would rise from the ground just to answer a filthy thing that gives herself to any man?”
Stella picks her head, fear in those eyes, just like everyone who mutters a prayer, hoping this evil will leave and let them be. Not a single one dares to bat an eye at him. “ Forgive me, I thought he would come, I thought I held a place in his heart.”
The man laughs and snickers at her. “ You will pay for this, this is why I am here. You call on such a man, waste his time, demand!” He growls at her with those busted teeth. “ You must be taught to learn your place in this world, as all of you should!” He screams at the people here, they all bow their heads.
Stella cries for mercy as her hair is pulled by the brute “ Forgive me sir, please I beg you to forgive.”
He laughs like a mad man, dragging her like a doll. “ No, no, every whore has to learn her mistake, it’s time you learn yours.” Taking her out to the cold, far from a place she called home.
The man in the corner follows behind, people gasp knowing he follows the cold chill that runs through the room.