Nyarlathotep

¿Who is in control?

–Are you sure?–My disbelief was evident at the strange request of the outside god.

–! Of course I do–the girl began to jump from an excessive allergy, while she jumped repeatedly on the table–, ouch!– a moan came from her–. How does it feel to be abused like that? It's a question that has been on my mind for a long time.

Nyarlathotep is one of the cosmic beings known for being extremely evil, cruel and vile. But make no mistake, something as simple as good and evil is a primitive and archaic concept for "us" who are beings that surpass human comprehension. I move towards the girl, who still seemed ecstatic and blushing at the idea of ​​"tasting a spoonful of her own medicine."

–... Okay, but I don't want you to regret it halfway through– the girl didn't even seem to pay any attention to me–... Did you hear me?– she turns to look at me with total indifference to my voice.

–Yes, yes, yes! –He leaned in my direction, arching almost completely in my direction–. Let me taste what human evil will feel like on my own body.

I just stared at her in disbelief. I don't know why I doubted her, after all, she was the kind of person, that in human terms, they would call a hedonist, although trying to understand the actions and words of a god like human philosophy is insufficient. It gives a slight idea of ​​the kind of person I could become.

–This story will take a while to finish, you know that?–I leaned towards her.

-Yes I know.

Those words were enough for the goddess to enter the story I was creating, and she nosily asked me to use her as one of my characters.

The world is created with extensive vegetation, forests and desolation. Which implies that we are as far away as possible from any trace of cities, towns or buildings created by modern man. A small, miserable, ruined and gloomy wooden cabin was in that place abandoned by any human civilization, and where only a maniac would live, as in this case. The cabin was very small inside, with only a dining room, a living room, a room on the second floor and a basement, which is where we will go very soon to investigate. The cabin was obviously made of very old wood, where humidity, mold, and some other vegetation was growing through the cracks of the disturbing cabin, although without a doubt the basement was the most unpleasant part of the whole place. Where at this moment an obese, naked and smelly man opened the inside of one of his victims, from his belly to his chest, where he took out his internal organs and threw them into failures that presented a viscous green liquid, where those organs could be seen in his The man, when he finished his strange and unpleasant hobbies, came out of the basement with a piece of human flesh in his hand that he cooked and then devoured while watching the television show news of missing people who lost all trace of life or hope for their families who cried uncontrollably. He gets up and looks outside his cabin for a few seconds, goes out and gets into his car, which a short time later starts, but not before looking back in his garage at the pig's head he used for his acts. He drives the truck to get to the nearest town to him. While he was driving down the road, he looks for a few seconds at the image of a white-haired girl, which was reflected by the lights of that car. He brakes, looks at the girl and she is there. He gets out, and this would be enough to start wondering why a girl is on the road, in the middle of the night and far from any human civilization? Although this does not surprise him, he is not surprised. It mattered, since he was completely fascinated by the image of that girl, who awakened his feelings and moved the inside of his pants, which were beginning to tighten.

"Teacher..." the girl couldn't finish speaking, as her breathing stopped at that very moment.

The man grabbed the girl, threw her savagely into the dirty, run-down car. The man entered and abused the "innocent" girl who did not scream, cry or laugh. She simply remained static, rigid and inexperienced in her childish face. Usually, after performing those acts, not only with girls, but also with boys, women, men or the elderly, any of them were valid, he satisfied those primitive desires that moved inside him, although mutilation was a more pleasant sensation for him. As he said, the sensation that that girl produced inside him was greater, in every sense, than any that he had experienced in his twisted human life. While he knew that girl carnally, his senses, knowledge and even experience, transcended to levels that the human mind, simple and frozen in time for the gods that roamed the cosmos, could not normally bear without falling into madness and drug use to increase the pleasure of the lucidity. From that day on he left everything behind, the murders, rapes and perverse acts on other people, to bring his agreement to "Alice", as he nicknamed the girl, who never said a single word in the months she was with him. He did everything to her in that short time, he abused her, he tortured her and he even did both at the same time. Now, you would think that this time for that maniac would be a time of joy, excitement and unbridled lust, and yes, in a certain way it was the first two months. If it weren't for the fact that the more time passed, and the acts were repeated, now the acts of torture and abuse "hurt". It hurt a lot, it was as if some gears were moving inside him and bet your intestines, organs and bones, which were crushed brutally inside him. Why didn't he stop then? You might ask yourself, and the answer is simple. The lucidity, knowledge and sanity of the man, who was slowly recovering, was much greater than the pain that the gears were causing him. A year had passed, and the man was almost a body, although he was still dominated by his pedophile instincts. The girl at this time became pregnant, and her childish belly was already promising. The man had forgotten when he last ate, the shelves had been empty of any food for months, but he was not hungry, he does not remember when he last slept, although he is not sleepy, and he does not remember when he last left the house, but he could not do it. One day the girl's screams sounded like lost souls in the house, which was now a complete "challenging chaos" in any place you looked. From inside her belly, and coming out of her childish private parts, a baby with transparent skin, crawled out with the umbilical condom that was torn off by its own hands, causing him great pain that turned into tireless crying. The man, frightened by this,She ran towards the exit of that maniacal place, where the laughter of the girl, along with the crying of the baby, and the silence that formed in the few moments that both remained silent were unbearable. So she ran and went out the door, which took her to the basement of her house, where the screams of her son and the girl could still be heard. One, two, three, a quarter, five, six, seven, eight and many more times she tried to get out, without any result. In all this time, neither the crying nor the laughter stopped, and her mind could not resist any longer. So she grabbed a gun, she felt its artificial taste in her mouth, and a sound of the trigger being pulled and the bullet coming out was heard. The hobee fell, but he did not die, he could not die yet, that girl was not going to allow him. And since his brain was perforated, his body did not move, and he had to listen for an endless time, the laughter, the crying, and the silence of the cabin. A torture that surpassed to death itself, and that it was the inner hell for a man so disturbed, that he would hear day and night the echo of his sins, until those gods grew tired of this pathetic act. And in his last moments of lucidity that man only thought of one thing.

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The girl on the desk was looking at me, a look I returned.

–...And how was it?– I ask him.

–! Fantastic, I know what human pain is like! –the girl did a somersault on the desk, then turned her head and looked at me–, although in reality that man disappointed me... He was a sick, pedophile, pathetic and useless being who let himself be carried away by the most primitive pleasure, the fast, instantaneous and fleeting... A total disappointment.

–He was a hedonist, what did you expect? His search for pleasure was not based on the consequences of his actions, but on the pleasure they could give him.

–... Like me–the girl raises an eyebrow.

–... Yes, I did something like you.

–I doubt it, human beings are instructed by a moral ethic from the moment they are born... Not us.

–But, we understand the concept of good and evil.

–Yes, but we didn't grow up with them, and to a certain extent we consider them archaic.

–But we understand you, so even though they don't mean anything to you and me, they do mean anything to human beings.

–And that should matter to us?

–... No. Why should I?