Johnny Angel; Demon For Hire. Chapter 4 Part 4 Of 5. The Blood Witches Of Bavaria, Poem by Shaun Cronick

For we haven't tasted demon blood for countless centuries,
Such a deliciously dark delicacy and one so extremely rare.
For you shall live and from you we all shall thirstily drink,
Every day for all eternity, every day your blood we'll share...

Johnny Angel: Demon For Hire. Chapter 4. Part 4 Of 5.
The Blood Witches Of Bavaria.

My stump now spraying blood on her face, drenching it,
She moves closer licking her lips for she can't resist it.
Now closer as she thrusts my stump in her mouth to drink,
I'm still hexed but now I'm waiting for the shock to hit.

She suddenly puts both her hands to her throat. Poison!
Poison! Poison! My hex now broken I move like a total blur.
My Keeper once spellbound I thrust into her black heart,
She screams and the Witches haven't a clue what did occur.

I pluck the Runestone from her fallen wand.OH THE POWER!
My stump instantly regenerates a new demonic hand.
As I pick up Dragon's Breath and watch the lifeless Azsalem,
The Runestone I place in The Orb now at my command.

Now at last to purge this noxious nest of Blood Witches,
Who are all now in hiding and keeping well away from me.
As I seal my Dragon's Breath to my Orb to burn them out,
But I still haven't finished with that Witch Queen banshee.

It's called The Tears Azsalem, The Tears Of Angels,
A weapon thats what mingled in my blood when you drank.
My delicious demonic blood you just could not resist,
So stop play acting your dead Azsalem Witch Queen prank.

Her eyes now open, Gabriel warned me of your sly and cunning,
He also warned me you possess two hearts, one ripped apart.
While the other in you still beats, she now loudly groans,
And by my Keeper hand from this world you shall forever depart.

And when you arrive in Hell Azsalem, tell Lucifer this,
I then whisper a private message in her Witches ear.
My angered words filled with uttermost malice and spite,
My wrathful message for Lucifer so deadly and clear.

No! No! No! Please! As I raise my Keeper in the air,
I thrust it deep into her second heart and yank it free.
As her life dwindles away I cleave it neatly in two,
And her last words are a vengeful curse spat at me.

My Orb and Dragon's Breath both obliterate her,
As I leave this lifeless cavern I hear dull thumping.
And scratching and cursing at the blocked entrance,
Now my powers alert and my demonic heart pumping.

Sixty six Blood Witches trapped between me and the stone,
Sixty six Blood Witches on seeing me begin begging and pleading.
Mercy! Mercy! We all beseech thee! Spare us! Spare us!
I pull out my last weapon for any mercy for them I'm not conceding.

I place The Thunderclap on the ground before me and step back,
My floating Orb and Dragons Breath now back in my waistband.
But I still grip my Keeper as the Witches start screaming madly,
They know what a Thunderclap can do and what I have planned.

They decide to attack me on masse but they're too late,
The Thunderclap explodes atomising them and the onyx block.
As I walk through their black soot and into bright daylight,
As my Runestone's power collapses the cavern down to bedrock.

Karl Kurgan's outside wildly clapping and applauding me,
Catch! He says as he then throws something so small at me.
I catch it easily, look at it and my demonic eyes light up,
A powerful second Black Runestone, for how can this be! ...

Continued in Part 5 Of 5.