Journal of a Deadman: Lust

By Alexander Collas

After the horrors on the Judgement and First Plane of Hell, Keith is beginning to realize his assignment to write about his journeys amongst the damned has not spared him from being one. Still battling the weight of his past decisions he’s surprised to find a new ally in a famous personality from Earth's past who just happens to be the Overlord of the Second Plane, the Marquis DeSade. With his new companion Usis, they descend to Lust, where they witness how DeSade has made the art of torture into a theater production in the French style. Keith quickly learns that any hope that he would grow accustomed to the pain inflicted upon those imprisoned here was nothing more than a foolish pipe dream. On this Plane, he is introduced to the essence of suffering while his beliefs about The Father, Hell and the workings of Creation are all brought into question. As his fear and confusion grows, it is also suggested he journey to a cave and visit another of the Fallen, a creature of myth he only knows from the tarot cards he had owned while living. The Dark Lord welcomes you to The Plane of Lust. Here you will learn, with Keith and his two companions how your very passions will be tested and pushed to their limits. Come, let us show you what awaits if your sin is obsession and desire.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alexander Collas
• Release date: Oct 29, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463847886

Alexander Collas

Alexander Collas is an American author. His two series, Journal of a Deadman and The Family Morningstar have received both adulation and infamy for addressing the myths of God, Lucifer, and Eternity from a different point of view. He examines and brings into question the accepted paradigms handed down over the last two thousand years. His books are graphic, and present the teachings of religion as they are presented and not from the edited dreamy eyed perspective their believers like to tell themselves. Ask yourself, how would an eternal being feel about a creature like the living, who dies before eternity even knows they exist. Why would such powerful beings really care what these temporary beings felt and what would they even need with such sad talking monkeys?

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Journal of a Dead Man

Lust

by Alexander Collas

To those who have helped me along the way:

Kyler, my Mother and many wonderful friends.

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Copyright ©2016 Alexander Collas

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Entry 51

We didn’t stay. I couldn’t stay. The town, the people, the memories were just too much. The chair where Marcus sat, the bed he slept in. The last image I had of him bathing nude at the basin. They were all the ghosts of my decision.

We walked out of the little cottage. I said I wouldn’t look back, but I did. When I arrived, I was a lost soul on the first level of Hell, a naïve wander with an equally naïve friend and a demon guide. Now my friend was a Judge, forced for the rest of eternity to experience the sins of damned souls who stood before him through their eyes. To rule on their lives and to send them down to their unspeakable punishments. I was the Demon who put him there.

Now, to replace Marcus, The Dark Lord allowed me to bring Usis, an innocent soul who had originally been sentenced to spend eternity on the first level of Hell. He had been our house servant during my stay, but over time he had become so very much more to me. I came to Hell, the place of the damned, and here I found a soul who filled the empty spaces of my own. Don’t get me wrong, it isn’t love or anything. I mean, he does have a great body, an intense passion, and we both seem good for each other. However, this is Hell. Can one truly love in Hell?

Usis was so gentle, so kind while I was licking my wounds after Marcus’ fall. Although learning every day the nature of this place, I couldn’t help but wonder if he genuinely cares for me. Is his affection and tenderness nothing more than training from his time as a servant? But then, does it matter? We give each other, at the very least, brief moments when we can forget where we are. There is really little more we should expect, I guess.

Oh yeah, and then there is our Demon guide, Calmet. Since the judgement of Marcus, Calmet, not Usis, has been like my fussing nanny. At first I thought he was really moved by all that had happened, the horrors I’d been though. It didn’t take me long to realize he was only worried I was falling apart which would mean answering to a disappointed Dark Lord. As had recently been made abundantly clear, this wasn’t a deity with a forgiving, nurturing side so Calmet did what needed to be done. Again, what else could I expect?

So we left. Packed up the few things and left.

That morning after Usis had fixed us breakfast and we had talked about him coming along, Calmet produced a matching necklace to the one I wore. It ensured our safe… no, not safe. Safe is the wrong word. It served as a warning that we were in service to the Dark Lord as we were to travel freely through Hell.

I started to cry. Just a few days ago the necklace had been around Marcus’ neck. Calmet gave it to Usis, his ticket out of the first level of Hell and onto what could only be called the horror train that was my travels.

So we left and worked our way through town and out across the plane, through the fields of grain, around the Castle of Judgement and, finally, there in the distance, was a small door in the cliff face.

Keith, are you sure you do not want to stay another day or two to recover? asked Calmet.

Why are you asking that?

Because once we step into the tunnel, there is no turning back. We are descending into the realms of punishment now, the real Hell. Are you sure you are ready?

I didn’t need his emotions. His pity. I had my own. I looked hard at him and snapped, "The real Hell? My friend, I’m in Hell and have been for some time. Let’s get our asses underway."

I felt a hand slip into mine and gently squeeze. I looked over and Usis smiled a sad smile as his soft tail slowly stroked my spine. It had already become his preferred way of soothing me, and it worked.

Calmet inclined his head, reached into his pocket and produced a skeletal finger. He inserted the sharp tip into the hole and turned it. I heard the click of the lock. He pushed the metal-bound wooden door open, and we stepped through. Already I could hear sounds off in the distance.

What is the second level of Hell? I asked.

Lust, said Calmet.

My eyes shot to Usis accidentally to see shocked fear in his eyes. I frowned as he said, Shit. His tension reflected in his grip on my hand. I yipped, and he relaxed the pressure. He smiled, bowing his head.

What else?

I will tell you more once you see it. The only thing you need to know before we arrive is that once we step onto the plane, all clothing will melt away.

Again I heard a soft, Shit.

Calmet continued, You need to get used to that. Clothing will become a rare thing for a while. If it helps, I could probably secure you some loincloths. Just know before I do that the only reason they survive where other clothes will not is because they are made from the skins of the damned. If that does not bother you, I will see what I can do.

Let’s just move on and see what we see. If I’ve learned anything so far, any plans, hopes or decisions are all just a fool’s errand. Nothing is ever as it seems.

Entry 52

So how do you want to do this? asked Calmet.

What do you mean?

As before, we were walking through a tunnel. I looked up. At least there were no partial bodies of women buried in the stones, weeping tears for dead children.

Well, from now on all the planes have the same basic structure. As I have told you, all souls start on the second plane and will slowly sink down regardless of their ultimate destination. Each level, just like the first, consists of the plane and a castle with a ring of mountains around the parameter and the Great Void in the center.

I nodded, already knowing this part.

As both of you know, on the first plane the castle was used for the continual reevaluation of the souls on that plane. That is no longer its purpose from here on out. The keep is where the permanent residents of the plane reside. The souls you will encounter outside the keep are, for the most part, just passing through.

Really? Why is that? I asked.

It allows us to manufacture tortures that are specific to the sins that plane specializes in. This will also be the first time you will see raw suffering. Here on this plane the great river begins. It starts as a small stream then grows as it travels down toward its final home.

Where does it flow to?

All the way down, as it passes through each plane, the flow grows stronger. It ultimately reaches the Great Plane then flows under the capitol city and out onto the barren Great Planes themselves. I will go into more detail once you can see the raw material and how it is extracted.

You mean I have to watch souls being tortured, I said disapprovingly.

You could say that, but the torture is just how it is produced, not always how it is extracted. The actually production is the easy part.

I shook my head. OK, yeah, enough of that for now. You can ’prepare‘ me later. Let’s do this in smaller steps.

Probably a good idea. All I really wanted you to know is that when we step out, through a door much like the one we entered just now, you will see the Plane of Lust. I would suggest we remove our clothing first, since when it starts rotting off your baby smooth skin might find it a bit irritating. Plus, it is pretty gross and stinks quite a lot.

Yes, let’s remove them now then. I like his ’baby smooth skin’ just the way it is. Usis smiled.

I smiled at Usis, then turned back to Calmet adding, Thank you. As I recall, we can take this whole process slow, right?

Not only can we, but I am going to insist. The only reason we rushed on the first plane is because The Dark Lord wanted you to get to where the real action is.

Is there a safe place for him? asked Usis.

What do you mean? said Calmet, wrinkling his brow.

A room or an area where he can go, away from everything to recover and rest.

"Good question, Usis. Thank you for thinking of that. Just, it should have been for us to recover and rest. It’s not all about me," I said.

Well, actually, yes, it is. But I get your point, and, yes, we will have rooms in the upper parts of the castle. Shall we go? asked Calmet.

Lead the way.

Entry 53

We stopped at a door. Calmet turned and smiled. Keith, I can see the terror in your eyes. May I make a suggestion before we go through?

You can make one, I said.

This is Lust. That means sex and all other matter of sins of desire. Try to find something you… He paused, looked from me to Usis, and his smile broadened. Both of you can let off some steam. You both seem to have a taste for desires of the flesh so indulge that while you can. This will be your first experience with the punishments visited upon the souls consigned here. There is pleasure to be found as long as you can choose to be on the other side of the lash. He winked at Usis. All I am saying is if you need a release, now is the time.

We stood awkwardly before the closed door. Finally, with a sigh, the Demon undid the buckles on his belt, and his kilt dropped to the ground. He then grabbed the bottom edge of his tunic and pulled it over his head. So there was Calmet in all his glory.

I hadn’t seen him fully nude before. True, I’d seen most of him. His kilt had been short to start with, and his cock was not. On the way back from the castle after Usis’ judgement, I had been forced to endure his massive erection peaking, no vaulting, out from under the cloth. Now I could see the rest of him.

To my surprise, it was his having pubic hair I noticed first. I had never thought about Demons having body hair, but I guess it made sense; he did have hair on his hooves. His cock and balls were large even at rest. His skin, other than being the strange color, I could now see also had small, almost indistinguishable scales. I must have been in Hell for too long already because from my new perspective, having seen many races and creatures, Calmet was actually a decent looking Demon…

If you wonder, dear reader, why I am sputtering… I just wrote the words, A decent looking Demon. Really.

Without thinking, I bent forward to see if I was missing some detail in the dim light. I was mere inches from his stomach when he smiled and said, Fine, if you want to start now. The Dark Lord said I could not molest you. He did not set any rules about the other way around.

It was then that I noticed his cock was growing. I stood up quickly. NO… gawd, stop. It’s dim and I had to be sure. You have no belly button or nipples.

No. Only Hellborn and The Fallen have nipples. No one has a belly button. That is just a living thing and a bit disgusting in my opinion.

Hmm, was all I could muster.

Unless there are other parts of me you wish to admire close up, shall we get moving?

Wait a second. You were not born?

No, created. Let us not get into that now or we will be here for years.

I nodded my agreement but made a mental note to ask him about it at another time.

As he turned away I noticed his back. The wings that budded from his back were small and very demonic. At first he had told us he couldn’t fly. I had found out later this wasn’t true as these same wings had grown large enough to not only lift him but me as well when we had flown down to Marcus’ judgement. The strength it took to use them was evident in his broad shoulders.

As you might recall, I am an ass man, so of course I looked and, yes, it was perfect. A little larger than I would normally like, but still well rounded and very firm. It was impressive enough that I accidently said, Nice ass, to which he responded, Damn right, without looking back. Lastly I looked at his long scaly tail that appeared just at the base of his spine, ran down between his legs before curling up just before it reached the ground.

Usis and I had stripped off our clothing as well. I looked at him, grinning, but he didn’t return it. He was still looking nervous. I couldn’t help but look him over. He had the body of a god. His ass was still a distraction. The way his tail swished as he moved and brushed against those firm globes did nothing to quell my ever growing desire for him.

I bent forward and kissed him, whispering, We are in this together, you are safe… I paused. How could I say he was safe? So I corrected it. I will do all I can to keep you safe, my dear.

He kissed me back. I know you will, and together we will get through this.

Turning back to Calmet, I said, Let’s get this underway. I don’t feel comfortable packed in this close to you with that thing, I pointed to his cock, out and in near proximity.

Yeah, right. It seems your own fine tool is responding to something. He smiled, looking down at my semi-erect penis.

He knelt down to retrieve his clothes then, as he passed, his extremely long tongue darted out and whipped quickly across the head of my cock before returning to his mouth. He made a mmmmm sound as I shrieked.

When he stood, he again held the key. It was no longer a skeletal finger but a dried and shriveled phallus. He placed it in the keyhole and turned it. We heard the click as it echoed through the tunnel.

Really? A dried up dick? I snarked.

It is a universal key for Hell. It will look like the area we are entering.

That sounds like something they wouldn’t give out to just anyone. I am guessing it’s a prized object.

Very much so. I have been entrusted with this one and warned if I lose it what will happen as punishment. Nothing on the list was in any way pleasant, I assure you.

He swung the door back, and we stepped out onto the ledge of the second plane of Hell.

Entry 54

To my surprise, we weren’t thrown into the masses of suffering but walked out onto a ledge placed several hundred feet up onto the mountain. Why so high? I asked.

As you should have noticed, the cave was short and the incline mild. We are traveling downward after all. But to be honest, I think the real reason is so those who travel this path, only the ones with keys, can survey their surrounds before venturing onto the plane itself. Sometimes we have uprisings, and it is best to assess the situation before just plunging in, answered Calmet.

"Interesting. So even you guys are at times worried about the anger