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.
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.
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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