May 11th, 2002
I saw the devil last night.
The disco was dark, the music was loud, and naked, erected, lubricated bodies, were sliding amongst the vampires, eagerly begging for some money in exchange for their oily beauty.
I was just having a drink, outside the bathroom door, closing my eyes to make the darkness even darker.
Suddenly I felt something touching my body. It was not a stripper. It was not human. I opened my eyes and saw a red silhouette gliding towards the stage. A dark blood red shapeless figure, floating rapidly, filling the empty spaces between the users and their hustlers.
I shivered. At first I thought it was the ghost of the owner of the club, who died a few months ago. But no, it was too intense. It was evil.
I knew it was the devil. It melted into the crowd.
I finished my drink and went dancing on my own.
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He told me he saw the devil too. He was wandering late in the night in a deserted neighborhood, and bumped into a tall man, dressed in white, with a white hat. He could not see his face, but noticed the man was not walking: he had no feet and was floating in the air.
He immediately pulled out a steel cross hanging from a silver chain around his neck << he showed it to me as he was speaking, and let me touch it, it was warm >> and presented it to the man. The devil stepped back as he saw the cross, and asked if he had recognized him. He said yes << and begged me to buy him a Cuba Libre >> and insulted the devil, as he was proudly showing his protection. He kept walking, but after a few steps, he turned around and said to the devil they were going to meet again in his dreams.
Three nights later he saw the same man while he was sleeping. He was again dressed in white, with the white round hat. But the man started changing his image. He said he was going to show him all the things the devil could turn into. He became an old man, then a boy, then a dog, then a black man, then a woman, then a bird. << His friend, the stripper from Belén de los Andaquíes, Caquetá, with an incredible body, came by and put his huge erected cock on my leg to see if I was willing to have sex with him - of course, not for free. I told him I had already made some plans with my friend there. He smiled, and left, disappearing into the crowd. I realized the devil can also turn into a beautiful man with a huge cock >>
After all the transformations, my friend told him he was not willing to see him again and insulted him "Diablo maldito, vete de acá". He woke up and kissed his cross.
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I remembered the boyfriend I had around the time of my surgery. The stupid prick that used to sniff coke all the time. Poor guy. He once told me he tried to sell his soul to the devil, when he was desperate and had no money. He did not get into details, but he made a few attempts to get in touch with some dark forces.
He told me he used to see a dark shadow from his bed, that would never step into his bedroom but that would throw some kind of a black blanket over his body.
Someone who sniffs a gram of coke on a monday morning never managed to sell his soul. He became a poor devil.
I saw the devil last night.
The disco was dark, the music was loud, and naked, erected, lubricated bodies, were sliding amongst the vampires, eagerly begging for some money in exchange for their oily beauty.
I was just having a drink, outside the bathroom door, closing my eyes to make the darkness even darker.
Suddenly I felt something touching my body. It was not a stripper. It was not human. I opened my eyes and saw a red silhouette gliding towards the stage. A dark blood red shapeless figure, floating rapidly, filling the empty spaces between the users and their hustlers.
I shivered. At first I thought it was the ghost of the owner of the club, who died a few months ago. But no, it was too intense. It was evil.
I knew it was the devil. It melted into the crowd.
I finished my drink and went dancing on my own.
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He told me he saw the devil too. He was wandering late in the night in a deserted neighborhood, and bumped into a tall man, dressed in white, with a white hat. He could not see his face, but noticed the man was not walking: he had no feet and was floating in the air.
He immediately pulled out a steel cross hanging from a silver chain around his neck << he showed it to me as he was speaking, and let me touch it, it was warm >> and presented it to the man. The devil stepped back as he saw the cross, and asked if he had recognized him. He said yes << and begged me to buy him a Cuba Libre >> and insulted the devil, as he was proudly showing his protection. He kept walking, but after a few steps, he turned around and said to the devil they were going to meet again in his dreams.
Three nights later he saw the same man while he was sleeping. He was again dressed in white, with the white round hat. But the man started changing his image. He said he was going to show him all the things the devil could turn into. He became an old man, then a boy, then a dog, then a black man, then a woman, then a bird. << His friend, the stripper from Belén de los Andaquíes, Caquetá, with an incredible body, came by and put his huge erected cock on my leg to see if I was willing to have sex with him - of course, not for free. I told him I had already made some plans with my friend there. He smiled, and left, disappearing into the crowd. I realized the devil can also turn into a beautiful man with a huge cock >>
After all the transformations, my friend told him he was not willing to see him again and insulted him "Diablo maldito, vete de acá". He woke up and kissed his cross.
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I remembered the boyfriend I had around the time of my surgery. The stupid prick that used to sniff coke all the time. Poor guy. He once told me he tried to sell his soul to the devil, when he was desperate and had no money. He did not get into details, but he made a few attempts to get in touch with some dark forces.
He told me he used to see a dark shadow from his bed, that would never step into his bedroom but that would throw some kind of a black blanket over his body.
Someone who sniffs a gram of coke on a monday morning never managed to sell his soul. He became a poor devil.