Chapter 24: chapter 24
The ghost-faced killer laid with his lover, which he had no choice in the matter. As he was still basically an overpowered zombie. His strength was much greater than it was in his few decades of life, yet his mind and speed were that of a basic undead.
Banshee had lusted after a man, no creature that would satisfy her lust as a filthy cock whore. She had sex with men of all races and body shape. As she was entering middle age she started to fuck all sorts of animals and the corpses of anyone that dared to walk upon her land. She had finally had the dick that she had always desired and she never grew tired of it. She was the GFK's exclusive bitch now for as long he walked upon Flinkaz.
As they laid covered in their crusted body fluids, the ghost-faced killer started to stir awake.
He forced himself free of his coffin with Banshee's arms still wrapped his neck. The pair washed in the nearby swamp, but no predator dared go near them. It was as if they knew that the pair wasn't to be fucked with.
She spoke, "Lover, we need to go to torture mansion so that we can hopefully obtain its magic. I have never been able to get very far it, but my big black bull might give me the confidence to do better."
The black man said nothing as they traveled into the swamp, much deeper than even the voodoo priestess dared to go.
Banshee spoke,"Be careful lover because the mansion moves on its own volition. But we can become more powerful, and hopeful we can make you less sluggish."
GFK only grunted in response.
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Hours go by and the two find their target. It was a large five-floor mansion covered in centuries of filth and disrepair. A large brick and metal fence appeared before the crude specters, as to
say, "No you don't mortal!"
The ghost-faced killer gave the wall shoulder tackle and was on the other side of a broken wall. Banshee quickly followed by her bull.
She spoke, "Your muscle won't solve all of the problems here, so follow my lead."
GFK followed after his cock slut like he was a puppy following after his master.
A large stone gargoyle drops from the sky and grabbed up GFK like was just a feather in the talons of an eagle.
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Banshee was on her on to fight what comes her way.
"The traps are set in stone, but their order is random. I had only run across a few across the ages."
She was now in a graveyard with tombstones as far as the eyes could see. Bones could be heard
coming from the nearby graves.
Banshee uses her magic to set the skeletons on fire with a fire series of fireballs. Yet, the foes kept coming at her. She used a spell to make mud golems to capture up the horde.
Ghosts come from more graves and raced towards the priestess. Banshee pulls a silver dagger from a pouch at her waist. Normal weapons couldn't hurt spirits, but she couldn't be bothered by such details.
The blade was stabbing clean through the ghost's form.
Banshee spoke, "Where are you going bitches?"
Several barks were nearing the women, as soon she sees that three was a three-headed Corso that weighed over six hundred pounds.
Banshee used a chant and the mud golems turned to stone. The battles were now on. The monster
dog could do little against the six stone giants. They pounded the dog into oblivion with their fists.
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GFK was flung unto a spike pit at the side of the house by a gargoyle. The wooden poles of the pit trap, which chased the monster made u-turn and dived for the pit. Before the flying beast landed, the ghost-faced killer punched a hole into the creature. Another punch was given to the gargoyle and it was now mere rumble. The black man climbed out of the hole and continued on in his mission.
Seven more gargoyles dived at GFK and he crushed one after another with his fist. The zombie wasn't fazed by his adventure.
Chapter 25: chapter 25 page 1
The ghost-faced killer had destroyed several gargoyles when a giant stone monster hovers above
the zombie. This male shaped monster is over twelve hundred pounds and thirteen feet tall. It was a rare day that the black zombie was the smaller man, no monster.
The flying beast creates stone spikes with its wings that were forced towards GFK with a mighty gust.
The spikes gored the torso of GFK, but the black man paid no heed to wound. He finds a nearby pillar holding up the front of a crypt. The building starts to shift as he grabbed the wide pillar into his arms.
The gargoyle was dodging the weapon as if he was a flying running from a flyswatter.
GFK was a top athlete while playing in local sports with his fellow black brothers. So he had no trouble in throwing the marble pillar as he had thrown a javelin in the past.
The weapon broke the front of the monster and it fell hard to the ground. The ghost-faced killer broke the wings off the creature which forced the creature down to the ground. The monster was now doomed and was punched into rumble by the zombie. The man-monster had surpassed his physical limitations while he was living. His mind wasn't much more intelligent than a basic zombie. He could still use all his physical skills when he had his mind intact.
Magic was forming around his wounds and was closing up as if they were never there. He walked out into the unknown.
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The ghost-faced killer had become able to lift over six tons over his head and soon he would be able to lift much more that. If Banshee and himself had taken over this hell house. What horrors
remained in the house let alone on the entire property.
But why did Banshee want to retry entering such an impossible place after so many failures? Was the ghost-faced killer the missing piece in the puzzle.
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It was over three hundred years ago when Banshee first ran across the hellish home as a twelve-year-old girl. She was the daughter of an infamous mistress in the local red light district. The mother's name was Madam Puss, for obvious reasons. It was said that she had slept with over one hundred different men, along half that amount with other women. She was an avid zoophile and loved all sorts of animal genitalia.
Banshee was named after all the screaming she had made when she was raped at only four years
old. Her mother had made over one-million that day in that lolicon fueled orgy. The poor girl had the sad misfortune to be able to carry a child at five-years-old. She had at least one child every nine months until had left home. She had done this to not be knocked again by those she deemed to be evil. Her babies were sold off the pedophiles to be raped at birth.
Banshee spoke, "Fuck me! I won't take part in a world that cums in all my holes day and night. Dammit, I can do it anymore! I have taken a knife with me in my stocking to protect myself. Why not just end it all and see if there is a heaven or hell! I don't care which since hell can't be fucking worse than this!"
She slit both of her wrists and sliced her throat.
Banshee spoke, "Great Shadow take me! I will be the ritual whore for your religion any day."
She then past off into the unknown of the afterlife. Banshee hoped that this would be the end to her suffering.
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