Devil Worshipers Collection: A Dark Comedy

By Kenneth Guthrie

Three stories about devil worshipers, Steve and Ricky, and their encounters with butt probing aliens, super tough witnesses to their satanic sins and their fellow worshipers who have been commanded by Satan himself to end Steve and Ricky's lives. This collection is a little dark but is mostly humorous in intent.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lunatic Ink Publishing
• Release date: Sep 10, 2011
• ISBN: 9781466166059

Kenneth Guthrie

Kenneth Guthrie is a writer of sci-fi, fantasy and crime novels.Profile image credit: Vincent Gerbouin at Pexels.com

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DEVIL WORSHIPERS COLLECTION: A DARK COMEDY

Kenneth Guthrie

Copyright 2011 Lunatic Ink Publishing

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Indecent Witness

Alien Attack

The Master’s Hand

INDECENT WITNESS

The man ran, no surprise considering what he had been doing. The Master pointed. The chase was on!

CEREMONY

Steve stood in his robes watching the Master. They had come to this dark, dirty little graveyard in the middle of the city for their most sacred of rituals.

The small goat died quietly as the master slit its throat and lifted it above the gravestone to spill its blood across the stone and down to the short trimmed grass.

The other acolytes screamed in ecstasy and cried out their praises to Satin. Steve cried with them. He was a believer. Before this he had been a strict catholic, but his belief had wandered as the god that he believed in failed to help the people of the world time and time again. He found himself more interested in the darker elements of the bible and through this came to where he was now: A worshipper of Satin.

He wiped some spittle from his mouth and listened closely as the Master addressed them in the strange chanting language of the Black Book, which he read from for them.

The ritual slowly ended and Steve turned to bow to the tombstone. It was the wife of the Master's grave and he regularly defiled it once a year to show his hate for the woman. Steve hoped she burnt in hell from what they had been told. This woman deserved the worst.

The men slowly started to file away. The master would supervise the cleaning of the stone so that no one might know of what happened here tonight.

Acolyte Henderson.

The Master's voice was rough from the harsh screaming of the ceremony.

You will purify the defilement this night.

Steve cringed a little. He had had to do that last time as well a year ago. It had been quite the task. He sighed. He would do it - this was what it meant to be a part of this cult.

The Master pointed at a hooded man slowly stumbling away from the group. He was different from the others in that his posture was more bent and he seemed ill.

You, Dees. You will assist the purification.

Ricky Dees flinched. He must have been hoping that he could avoid this important task. That would be typical of this one.

Ricky slowly made his way back over. He was probably stoned or something. Steve was disgusted.

They set to work at the Master's direction. Scrubbing the blood off took quite some time and packing the dead goat into the suitcase they had brought with them for this task took more time than necessary because Ricky couldn't get one of the legs in. In the end, the Master got irritated with them and broke the leg before fitting it in. Ricky cringed.

You deserved that. What a disgusting man.

Ricky dragged the bag behind him complaining as Steve carried the equipment used in the ritual in a brown cardboard box. The Master walked along beside them.

There was a sudden cry in the night. The Master spun around and Ricky dropped the suitcase.

What...?

Steve starred into the darkness.