The Haunted Traveler May 2017 Edition

even butchers of the foulest abattoirs could not have
stomached.
Gradually arising from the gleaming viscera, was a
creature covered in blood, earth, and what was most
likely fecal matter, and an infant, whose head bore various
protrusions of demonic bone that formed a crown
atop its scalp. Spinal thorns pierced the skin of its back,
giving it the appearance of some primordial reptile. Its
arms were long, impossibly elongated formations that
ended in fingerless tips, and it had demon-spear limbs,
which I somehow knew would surely penetrate the
hull of the most formidable man-made constructions.
Everything about the creature held a grotesque familiarity,
as if somewhere within the shared memorial lineage
of humanity, existed a fear of this entity that then
uprooted itself within my mind.
The monster still sat within the ravaged bowels of
its surrogate mother, apparently lavishing in the putrescence
and gore, and it was only after a careful focus
of acuity that I realized the grosser horror. The lower
regions of its body, specifically starting at the nape,
were fused with the abdomen of the slain demoness.
With its post-birth writhing, she too jerked about
though uncoordinated and without life. For the second
time tonight, I had watched that woman die, and
although she sired an even more detestable evil, I still
could not bring myself to lament at her demise.
This creature had somehow stopped the demoness’s
wild storm, which seemed to be of an ultimate and preternatural
evil. That revelation had brought me great
fear, for whatever it intended to do would surely beget
something impossibly worse. It spoke, as if sensing my
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