(Demon Butterfly by Bjørn)

Prologue

Once a pone time in a place not that far away there
was a little caterpillar that lived deep inside a dark and enchanted forest. He
lived there with his devoted and loving parents that had a little house on the
top of a grand Oak. There they lived in peaceful bliss from the evils of the
world, but as any young caterpillar the day came when he wanted to leave his
parents to explore the mysteries of the world. At this news his mother wept and
asked the caterpillar to promise that he would come back to visit, which he did
and his father gave him a blanket that he should only use when he would be
ready to become a man. And so the caterpillar left his parents home with the
moon lighting up his way through the thick darkness of night.

Not long after the journey had begun the caterpillar
herd a faint cry, “Stranger pleas help me!” The caterpillar stopped up startled
and looked around, but all he could sense of the voice was a cold breath and
with a scared voice he asked “Who’s there” as he clutched even tighter to his
blanket. “I’m only a poor creature that is desperately in the need of help from
a young and gallant creature like your self.” “I wish I could help dear Sir,
but my father tolled me not too stray from the light of the pathway” Replayed
the caterpillar. “My dear friend, would you leave me hear to die?” “No!” “Then
pleas come to my aide” With that the caterpillar stepped of the pathway and
entered the heavy darkness that tightly rapt it self around him. “I can not
see” said the caterpillar “I’m here my dear friend, just come a little closer.”
The caterpillar approached the voice slowly until he met something hairy and
wet. “There you are my friend; I’m eternally grateful that you would risk your
life to come to my aide.” “Risk my life?” asked the butterfly. “Yes for the
predators that devour living flesh hunt only where the moon does not shine, but
do not fear my dear caterpillar for you are hear by my request and no one may
touch you besides me.” “Are you to eat me?” “Oh no my dear caterpillar” laughed
the cold voice. “I spoke truthfully and now you must listen carefully for I’m
about to tell you what I require from you. Earlier this night I drank blood
that poisoned me and I shall now die within the hour if the poison is not
extracted from my body. I wish that you will bight in to me and suck out the
poison, but do not fear for the poison will not kill you.” The caterpillar felt
sorry for the dying creature and did as he wished without any hesitation. “I’m
in eternal debt to you my dear caterpillar and I promise that none of my kind
will ever harm you, for now some of my blood runs through your vanes. But you
must make haste and return to your pathway for there are other creatures then I
and my kind in the darkness.”

(Trany the Angel by Bjørn)

Chapter I

The caterpillar was not an idle creature, he had eaten
him self fat on leaves and explored a good part of the world, at least that’s
what he thought for him self. But he was still not shore if he was reedy to
become a man for how would he know? His father said he would know, but what
would it be like? Would he suddenly have a pompous voice in his head saying,
“My dear Caterpillar you are now ready to commence on to the last stage of
metamorphism.” Or would he feel a physical urge like the need to relive one
self? He was starting to feel frustration towards his father for not
elaborating further and out of sheer defiance and anger he threw the blanket
over him self. Within moments it turned in to a cocoon.

Peace is bestowed upon those who enter the realm of
tranquil dreams. However the caterpillars visions of tranquil have sadly bean
subverted by his encounter with the creatures of the dark. He is being fed
pleasure from the delights of pain inflected on him by hideous monsters. The
feeling of letting these emotions flow throe him is pushing him along, making
him feel evil like the creatures of the night, and he enjoys the feeling. He
feels his body and mind changing and soon he will be ready for the world.

The metamorphism is complete, the caterpillar has
transcended in to a butterfly with beautiful whinges that would either shine
purple or blue depending on what angel you looked at them. There was so much he
wanted to do, so much he wanted to see, but first he had to for fill his
cravings for flesh. He looked high and low for a spouse to release his desires
on to, but there were no females to be found. Day and night he searched with no
luck, it was not that they were not there for he could smell them. It dawned on
him that he could not attract what he desired making the cravings within scream
out in unbearable pain and before he knew it he was captured in a spiders webb.

“You will be one step from Hell if you give in to your
desires.” Said a voice that came from his spine.

“My; what a wonderful day, I shall certainly have a
most delightful fest of you.” Said a wonderfully elegant spider Queen that let
her teeth slide slowly over the butterfly’s flesh. The butterfly monad with
happiness never dreamed of. “Oh my, it seams that you are not to be devoured
but enjoyed with the pleasures of pain.” 
“I don’t understand” said the butterfly “You are a rare creature, maybe
one of a kind. My evil nature and sharp teeth turn you on, makes your blood
boil with passion” “NO! it’s not true” 
“Search your sole and you will know it to be so” said the Spider
Queen  whilst her sharp teeth
crossed his skin. The butterfly felt his body spasm, but he strived hard to
lock down his feelings. 

A female butterfly flew in to the web; the Spider
Queen smiled and said “I know what will release you from your defences, my
sweet little play thing.” The female butterfly looked to the butterfly pleading
for help. “Now now you little Tart, why should he help you when you and all
your friends looked at him as a slice of dirt.”  “We never did that, we were just afraid, theirs just
something different about him.” 
“Yes there is, something delightfully different” Said the Spider Queen
as she violently tore Tarte the butterflies wings asunder. The screams were
like an opera to the butterflies ears. “Yes give in to your desire, don’t be
afraid to delight in the suffering of Tart the butterflie, come worship my feet
as I destroy this pitiful creature that dared look down on you.” The butterfly
closed his eyes and screamed to him self, why do I have these feelings, I don’t
want to hurt a fly.” “You sick pervert you are enjoying my suffering are you
not?” Screamed Tart the Butterfly with spite as the Spider Queen poked out her
left eye. The butterfly opend his eyes and said “Yes I am, make her suffer my
Quen and please punish me for my sins when you are don with here.” The Spider
Queen laughed like the evil creature she was, “Come to me my little play thing
and lick my legs whilst I tear this reached Tart apart.”  And so they lived forever more in evil
delight, until an unfortunate encanoter.

A little blond girl of 7 was having a tee party with
her dolls when she lost her attention to the striking butterfly that was on his
way to pick some dark flowers for his beautiful mistress. The girl remembered
the words of her mother “If you desire a wish you must capture a butterfly and
whisper that wish to it. Since the butterfly is mute he can not reveal the wish
to no one but the Great Spirit who hears and sees all. When you then release
the butterfly it will be grateful for its freedom and carry your wish to the
Great Spirit.” So the little girl captured the butterfly and whispered, “I wish
that mummy and daddy can get back together again” but in her eagerness she
grabbed a little too tightly and the butterfly died on that day in her little
hands.

The girl shaded many a crocodile tear over the
butterfly’s dead corpse; she even had a proper burial for him. For a coffin,
she gave him a matchstick box padded with cotton wool and for a cross; she used
the two remaining matchsticks. She appointed her self as the priest and her
dolls were to be the butterfly’s grieving mother and father. “From dust you
came and with dust you shall live in death.” Finished the little girl after
talking far and long about what a wonderful person the butterfly used to be.
She would be eating her own intestines if she had only known what destiny she
had laid upon the butterfly. Her guardian angel knew, but could say nothing to
the little girl, maybe just as well.

The guardian angle used to be a man, but now he has
big tits, milky white skin, striking reed hair and magnificent blue wings.
After the burial, the Guardian Angel chose to wish the butterfly luck on his
journey and gave him 13 words, that one day would become famous in fairy tales
for naughty little children. “Your sinful indulgement has condemned you to Hell and
the name Demon Butterfly.” And so it came to pas that the butterfly was the
first of its kind to enter Hell.

(The flower by Bjørn)

Chapter II

The smell of scorched flesh and body fluids flowed
through the rivers of hell as all kinds of monsters in shiny rubber indulging
in pain and pleasure with earth beings. The site knocked the breath out of the
butterfly for he could see further then ever before which made him feel small
and insignificant, but maybe most of all pretty scared. “Pleas pleas help me
out of this telly,” Asked a rusty old voice, the butterfly turned around and
saw a raged old woman inside a TV watching her self inside a TV, that is
watching her self inside a TV and so forth. “Pretty butterfly can you pleas
pull the plug?” “Why…?” “Many years ago I stopped up to look at this TV, to
find that I was only looking at my self. Something that has got a bit boring
since I have turned old and ugly.” Said the old lady in the TV. “I’m afraid I
have no hands, no hands have I, there are no hands on me that can help you, no
hands I have.” Said the butterfly “I see, go to the dark and spooky cave over
there, the monster within might give you some hands or two.”

The butterfly flew over to the dark and spooky cave
over there and knocked on it. With a gust of wind, the cave sucked the light
away like any other black vortex. “Who wishes an audience with the all mighty
monster in the cave?” said something in the dark. “I do,” said the butterfly. “Who
is I” said something in the dark. “If I say who I am will you say who you are?”
“I might” “I is the butterfly in front of you, and you are?” “I’m the nail that
is pierced in to the slimy wall of this cave.” “Ah… that’s nice… may I have
this audience you speak of? “ “Yes you may. The butterfly who is in front of me
seeks an audience with the all mighty monster in the cave.” Said the nail that
is pierced in to the slimy wall of the cave with an echo that died in to
silence and more silence. “So when is this almighty monster in the cave going
to speak?” Said the butterfly after much time had past. But no one would
answer. He flue around, brushing against the slimy walls until he knocked the
nail on its head. The cave vibrated and hands came out of the walls grabbing
the butterfly in a firm grip. “I sense you desire hands, but what will you
sacrifice to have them.” Said an all mighty voice. “I don’t want to sacrifice a
thing.” “Sacrifice you must, and I shall take a slice of your brain, the part
that drives your sexual desires” The hands ripped the skin and skull of the
butterfly to take out a big slice of brain and when they where finished they
did a poor job in putting him together again. The butterfly awoke finding him
self in a pile of blood, he lifted him self out of the gue and realised he had bean blessed with two
new hands, but he no longer felt the raging desire that flowed through his
veins. “What a fantastic gift to be free from sexual desires” he said
with utter most pleasure and finished with a magnificent scream “Mother
nature you can no longer control me.”

“Good work young butterfly, may you be so kind to pull
the plug out of my telly with those beautiful new hands of yours.” The
butterfly pulled hard and long but the plug did not wish to move. “You cannot
just pull you must also desire the plug out of its hole” And so did the
butterfly. “Well don my beautiful night in shiny armour, I freely give you my
body to desire and indulge in” said the old lady that morphed in to a repulsing
beast of sexual attraction as she stepped out of the telly. “I’m afraid that
I’m no longer in possession of my desire.” “How rude, maybe you will find it
again if you get an infinity to look for it.” With this the beast entered the
skies and the butterfly found him self looking at him self in a TV looking at
him self until he met Infinity.

“Neet isn’t it” said Infinity. “What is neet?” “That I
exist of course” “Why’s that neet” “Because if it hadn’t been for me then you
would not have bean hear” “and what is so special about hear.” “Why me of
course.” “Uh hu” said the butterfly and started to fly away. “You know that you
can’t fly away from me. At every moment and every second in time and space
there is a you having a conversation with me.” “What ever… I only know one me.”
“Don’t forget that you are seeing an infinite number of you at this single
moment.” “I’m trying to ignore that fact” “Imagine if you could control all the
infinite you’s all across time and space” “Then I would kill my self an infinet number of times, for
what would be the fun of experiencing everything all at ones and all the time?”
“Well… you would get to hang out with me” “… hurray… how exciting.” “Don’t you
like me…?” “No… you are just too much…” “Oh… ok then… well I shall be in the
bar if you ever change your mind. We could watch the berth of a universe from
the ass of a hippopotamus over a cold bier or…” “Just stop there… would you.” “Ok…”
And the TV exploded violently, scorching the butterflies flesh.

His body was still burning when he woke up in a pile
of debre. “Oh my head” he aggressively complained to the closest talking
organism, which happened to be a twisted and burnt flower in a medical vas with
blue acid. The flower bent down to him and spoke with a soothing voice “if you
drink my liquid you will feel much better”. The butterfly looked up at it and
was struck with its beauty. He flapped his broken wings and gracefully tasted
the flower. The butterfly’s pain was replaced by a dizziness, “You taste
extremely good, may I drink some more.” “By all means drink as much as you
wish.” The flower said with a little moan and swinging of its head. The
butterfly felt power and energy bubbling within him for each sip he took, but
at the same time he felt his will fading away, slowly being replaced by desire.
The flowers thorns grew around him, finally pining the butterfly down. “My dear
how do you feel?” “I feel fantastic” 
“How wonderful, I sincerely hoped I could make you feel so well.” With a
brutal pull and a vicious twist the flower tore of the butterfly’s head. “What
are you doing?” Exclaimed the butterfly in a serious town. “I want to keep your
head her with me so that I can be with you on your adventures.” “And how do you
expect me to go on any adventures without a head?” “Pleas don’t be like that,
all I wanted was to be with you. And I will make you a beautiful new head.”
Said the flower and gave him a genteel kiss on the bone sticking out of his
neck. With the kiss all the notorieties inflicted upon him bloomed in to an
orgasm of beautiful feelings. And out of the bleeding stump where his head used
to be there grew a new and fierce face that looked a little odd. “Now my
precious night we shall go out in to hell and experience all your great
adventures.” And the butterfly was freed from the flowers firm grip. The big
burning sun was melting in to the horizon and the birds were singing in pain.
The butterfly felt happy and content as he flew in to the sunset, but he
started puking when a thought struck him “The flower was not female”. “My dear
night you hurt my feelings, I might not have bean borne a gal, but I promise
you that I’m more gal then most.” Said the flower from within the butterfly’s
head. “Oh… and that is suppose to make me feel better.” “Let go of your
preconceptions and follow your instincts my young night.” As the flower said
these words it let the butterfly’s first head drink of its juices, something
that rekindled the desire within him. “Yes my dear flower, where in Hell do you
wish to go?” “We shall go to the cave of Dacta.” Said the flower. 

Chapter III

The butterfly flew gracefully over pain and suffering
toward a mountain of black crystal that had screaming creatures melted under
its skin of stone. The mountain was called Dacta. As the butterfly flew it
mumbled to it self…  “First
I lost my sexual desire, that was fine since I became more free then I had ever
bean, but then I met the flower that melded it self with me…” “Hey
come on butterfly don’t be like that… think of it like this: you have as much
freedom as when you was controlled by your sexual desires… the only
difference is that I control you now.” “Yes if you put it like that
you are probably right…” “I just hope it will be more
satisfying” “Of curse it will” said the flower and dipped the
butterfly’s first head in to her juices and satisfactory pleasures fild him.
“See… I can make you feel good when ever you need it… through me you
will become stronger beyond your imagination.” “Yes I will…”
The butterfly said as he approached the cave of Dacta, but the butterfly was a
bit apprehensive to fly in because of all the horrid ayes steering at him under
the surface of the black crystal. “Are you shore it is safe to fly
in?” “Nothing in life is quite safe now is it… but then again you
are dead so what have you to fear?” “You know what I think?”
“Yes, but tell me anyway.” “I think all these twisted creatures
have bean lead in hear by you, that there is something in hear that you desire,
but only one can collect it.” “How perceptive of you, but do not
fear, I will still give you pleasure, if you are not the chosen one and get
melted in to the mountains crystal.” With these words pleasure filed the
butterfly and he flew in to the cave of Dacta. The black crystal gave away a
soothing light that guided the butterfly safely through its caverns. Protecting
him from the sharp blades that covered the surface of the grotto and the
burning acid that dripped from the ceiling. “You might just be the
one” the flower whispered as thousands of ayes stared at the butterfly singing
a song to him self on repeat.

”A man from Japan probed my mind with a cube of
sugar from Afghanistan. A girl from a football stadium probed my mind with a
tee spoon from Mars. A monkey from Norway probed my mind with a smelly tee cup
from the telly, a maggot from down below probed my mind with boiling hoot
juice…“

“Can’t you stop singing that pathetic excuse for
a song, it’s getting on my nerves” said the flower from within, but as the
butterfly obeyed the cave started to consume them. “It seams that someone
likes my song” “Obviously… I will just have to endure it” and
with that the song brought theme safely to the centre of the mountain where a
bloody axe was glomming with evil spite… only the handle was free to grasp
with ones hands. The butterfly stopped him self just as he was about to grab
the handle. “Clearly I’m just a tool you are using to obtain a goal I know
nothing of. So tell me again why I’m helping you?” “That is your rationality
speaking, let go of it and indulge in your instincts” “Desires you mean” “Words
are just tools and true as long as everyone agrees on there meaning. If you
want instincts to be synonyms with desire that is fine by me.” “All I want is
to be free… which I’m not as long as I follow the impulses you trigger within
me.” The flower lets the original butterfly’s head indulge in its juices as it
whispers “forget your rationality, do what you’re body wants.” With these words
the butterfly grabs the Axe that fastens itself to his hands and connects to
his nerves and mind. With an instant he can feel what the axe feels and its
name shines before him: “THE AXE OF DOOM”

The black crystal withers to dust, freeing the Axe and
all the creatures from there eternal prison. “Behold your admires young
butterfly.” A vast horde of demons try to show there undying gratitude to the
butterfly, but through the Axe he feels a hunger for blood and his arms
smoothly start to wiled the Axe “Yes let your self be controlled” whispers the
flower as pleasure rages through the butterfly. He tries to drop the Axe but it
is apart of him now and he feels its pleasure as it slices through flesh, blood
and bone. Inn hell one can not die, however there are always exceptions and
this is one of them, those who get struck down by the Axe of Doom will never rise
again. And no one in the closesest proximity got to rise again to indulge in
Hells pleasures. “From to day you will be known as the Demon Butterfly… a name
that will shred fear from Hell to Heven.” “I’m not to shore if I’m that happy
with the idea of that… for all I am is your tool of destruction” “Don’t be so
ungrateful you are the one who will get all the fame and admiration… whilst I
get nothing” said the flower slyly. “Don’t think you can fool me you get power
and control, whilst I’m your face your decoy… no mater how powerful you have
made me there will come a day I get struck down inn the belief that I’m the
evil one and all you need to do is start your search for the one who can wiled
the Axe of Doom.” “You are insightful… far more so than any of my previous
lovers, but this maters not.” “I guess not… I might still have my rationality
but it is nothing against the perverted desire that you feed me with.” “No it
is not… and now we shall met the Devil him self.” “For a cup of tee?”

(Sly the Fly by Bjørn)

Chapter IV

A Mighty cashel bound together by living and screaming
bosoms stood in front of them but the doors would not open, not even to the Axe
of Doom. “The casel is of the same evil as the Axe, which means that they repel
each other like magnets of the same polarity. You most find another way in.”
said the flower from the deeps of the Demon Butterfly’s mind. “Why can we not
just ask for an audience?” “For the Devil is grieving the loss of his only
chilled and no one accept his closest get to enter.” “Then we let time solve
our puzzle.” said the Demon Butterfly and found a place out of site to watch
over the casel to let the answer present it self for him and so it did even
sooner then expected in the form of a women, the one he had saved from the TV.
The butterfly flew elegantly down to her and bowed with elegance “I regret
deeply that I was not able to accept your gift last time we met but maybe you
may present me with another gift, one I can accept” Said the Demon Butterfly
with a seductive town. “You have changed but I will always recognise my night
in shining armour that saved me from infinity and kraped on my pride.” “I’m
very sorry about that my Lady I…” “Lady… ha ha that is a title I have not heard
for a long time… no you may cal me …. Lilth. I will be happy to reword you for
your honourable dead of rescuing me. What may I do for you?” “We… I mean I
would like an audience with the Devil” “Would you now… It would have been much
wiser of you to have accepted my body, but if that is your wish then so be it.”

The Devil’s palace was grand, decorated wit black
pearls and dancing playboy bunny’s that wiggled there tight bums about the
corridor and flashed there deformed and scared faces. After the corridor they
came to a chapel with Nuns in latex chanting something on the lines of “O
Satana may you’re wisdom and glory fill us…”. “I must say the decor is pretty
nice. But I think we should get ride of the women, they do nothing for me.”
Said the Demon Butterfly “That’s good then we don’t have to worry about
redecorating and the women should be easy enough to destroy.” Whispered the
flower. A Nun left her chant and walked elegantly towards the Demon Butterfly.
“How may I help you?” “Can you show me to the Devil?” “I’m afraid that is out
of the question.” “Then there is no more you can do for me.” Said the Demon
Butterfly and chopped the Nuns head of. The other five nuns looked up at the
Butterfly horrified but they sun morphed in to a form more capable to inflict
deadly pain. The Nuns sharp and deformed body parts entered slowly in to the
Demon Butterfly’s body tearing out his guts. However this did not stop him from
making the Nuns heads roll. The playboy bunny’s came running to the Nuns aide,
but they also became apart of the new floor decoration. With the last kill a
flow of desire and satisfaction emanated within the Demon Butterfly’s soul as
the flower dipped him in to her juices. “You never stop to amaze me it seams
that not only have you become the deadliest being Hell has ever harboured, you
have also become invincible. No being has ever lived through a fight with the
Nuns of hell. It seems prospective that we will succeed in killing that stuck
up fart of a Devil.” “So that is what you want me for…” “Oh no my dear that is
only a scratch on the surface of what I have bean planing for sentries… but
lets wait with this cosy little chat until the Devil him self has tasted his
own burning flesh.”

The Devil sat on his throne with a gloomy face. He
looked perfectly human except for his aye sockets; instead of wet gushy aye
bales they harboured dancing blue flame. In a strange way this only enhanced
his beauty, one could lose one self to the pleasures of the flesh just by
looking at him, but so it should be for a fallen angel. The Devil was watching
a banal performance by a fly with tattoos and a purple top hat with a feather
that gave him a groovy pimp look. The fly was singing Dancing in the Rain with
a voice that sounded remarkably like Frank Sinatra’s. He was also doing al the
moves perfectly correct. But he and the rain froze as he noticed Demon
Butterfly’s presence. The Devil looked up and in to the Demon Butterfly’s ayes
piercing every inch of nerve and flesh, but it was hardly anywhere like the
pain he felt as when the Devil’s ayes burned in to the soul. Everything went
white and the Devil and the Demon Butterfly entered the realm of none
existence. The Demon Butterfly noticed that he no longer had the Axe of Dom and
that he had his old earthly appearance but best of al the flower was no where
to be found in the deeps of his mind. “Do not be to happy my friend, you will
sun enough return to Hell where you will kill me. I have used my entire life in
preparing for your coming, now that you are finely here I beryl no what to
say.” Said the Devil in a soothing voice, “…I’m just a butterfly?” “Not
anymore, you are a creature of Hell and you wiled the Axe of Doom which is not
that terrible for it is no more then it’s master, what is troubling is that the
flower is wielding you.”  “Tell me
about it… I get pleasure and delight from my destructive actions, but I wish no
one harm…” “And so it is with al beings in Hell, the pain we inflict on each
other is with love… not with hate or the wish to send anyone to this void of
non existence.” “This is where the Axe of Doom sends it victims.” “Yes this is
the place… not that nice… however we are running out of time and I have to tell
you this… to free your self of the flower you must not kill the fly.” “That
might be easier said then don…” “Use the remaining time hear to burn it in to
your mind.” And so the Devil and the Demon Butterfly sat and meditated in the
world of non existence until the Demon butterfly opened up his ayes in Hell.
The Devil got of his throne and drew for the first time his burning sword that
was the Axe of Dooms equal… “I have bean waiting for you.” “That has no
consequence, you will meat your peril never the lese” said the Flower through
the Demon Butterfly. The Devil leapt to his feat and charged. The two weapons
met with violence. The Devil smiled “So you think you can kill me? I’m as old
as existence itself.” “Nothing lives for ever” “No… up until recently
everything lived for ever… things just took on different forms.” The fly bit of
the Demon Butterfly’s hands and the Devil sunk his sword in to the Demon Butterfly
and he sunk to the ground. “Maybe I was mistaken, maybe this was not the….” The
Axe of Dom sliced through the Devil and gave bake the Butterfly his hands. “Ah
how good it feels to finally have fulfilled my first goal.” “I hope I do not
get to discover your other goals in life.” “Oh you will my dear Butterfly… you
will see them all.” “hm… it figures… so what are we going to do with this Fly.”
“Kill it of course.” “Oh pleas don’t kill me; I can get you black, white,
orange or even pink pussy cats.” “I don’t like those smelly things anymore.”
Said the Demon Butterfly and raised the Axe of Dom for the kill. “Hey I can do
funny tricks.” Said the fly and poppet out his aye swallowed it and within
seconds it came back again. The butterfly started laughing “This guy is funny…
can we not keep him, pretty pretty pleas.” “No kill him I said.” And the Demon
Butterfly lifted the Axe again for the kill and the fly looked at him with big
puppy ayes and said in the sweetest tone “I’m Sly the Fly… can I be your
friend” “come on what are you waiting for?” “I… I” and the Axe fell down for
the kill, but stopped inches from the neck. The Demon Butterfly’s arm was
shaking and the flower was pressing him to give in to his desires, tempting him
with al the delights his juices could offer him. Tears flowed out of the Demon
Butterfly’s ayes and the Axe of Doom brushed away flesh and released dripping
blood. “Kill him” screamed the flower in the Demon Butterfly’s head… “No I can
not, I will not” said the Demon Butterfly and lifted the Axe of Dom away from
Sly the Fly’s neck. “Oh thank you Master you will not regret this.” “I’m not to
shore about that… I can already feel the abstinence of not getting the flowers
juices.”

Epilogue

A new day beckoned and on the throne of Hell sat a new
Emperor The Demon Butterfly and beneath his feat sat the Joker Sly the Fly
juggling burning ayes for the Emperor’s amusement, however the flower was
making shore that the Emperor of Hell got as little pleasure from the fly…
never the less he managed to draw a little smile as Sly the Fly chanted

“Ones upon a time there was a perverted little
butterfly fly that flapped his wings so hard that he changed the course of
existence. He hade a big hart and a sturdy pair of arms that he used to wiled
the Axe of Dom that killed everything that came in his way. Oh shala la bamba…”

And so it ended horribly ever after, until the story
continued