PRIEST.

    THE DEMON,   _{as  cruel  as  it  was  solemn,  speaks:}    “ GET UP. “

_{It  stands  tall  over  the  other,  who  lounged  and  groaned  as  it  lay.   Such  priorities  were  never  FORCED —- they  were}  demons,  _{after  all —- but,  the  Hell  Priest  couldn’t  let  another  lay  in}  sloth_.

“ _{We  shall  find  work  for  you  yet ;  cure  you  of  some  of  your  banalities.} “

_{half - startled,       the creature sits upright,     one effortless,    FLUID movement      ;       eyes,   dark as pitch, gaze upward.           ‘       –        shall we       ?       ’        it stands,     then   …  the hell priest looms over it,        & the violator nearly sighs.          ‘     i should HOPE so,   ’         it continues,       turning on its heel.      a scoff.                                                         ‘        –       banalities.      i am TICKLED.      ’}

                                                                          _{@hellpsalm​   /   liked.}

_{it has been    SPRAWLED    out on the cold ground for what feels like hours      –       time,    it has decided,     is MEANINGLESS     &       FLIMSY.          having remained still for so long,     the violator swears it feels the   REVERBERATIONS   of this everchanging realm resonate through the floor     &      through the thick,     black hide that it is clad in.          suddenly it becomes aware of a familiar PRESENCE         –        it shifts only slightly, tilts its head LANGUIDLY,     lazily.           ‘      i      –     ’       begins the cenobite,    monotonous.    ‘    …   am bored.     ’}