Journal of a Deadman: Blasphemy

By Alexander Collas

Keith's travels through Hell have taken a deeply personal turn. His companion, Usis, has been stripped from him and is now being held prisoner by the Overlord of the Seventh Plane, the Archdemon Leviathan. During his travels Keith has met, what he considers, innocent people who should not be here. He's met evil creatures who even Hell seemed like an unjust punishment but none of it had been personal. Leviathan had seen to that. The situation now forced not only Keith but Elick, his guide, to make some hard decisions because Leviathan is Elick's Great Grandfather and one of Lucifer's more vicious generals. Keith must now not only focus on the task assigned to him by The Dark Lord but also the rescuing of the only person in all eternity he cares about, Usis. His next destination should have been the Fifth Plane, that of Blasphemy, but instead his guide has decided Keith needs to seek the counsel of a friend, one of the few he trusts, the Marquis DeSade, Overlord of the Plane of Lust. Then and only then will they travel to the Fifth Plane where Keith is ready to extract his own vengeance upon some of Earth's most revered religious leaders who through their selfishness, greed and misinterpretation of The Father's laws has consigned them and their naïve followers to an eternity of suffering at the hands of The Host. So again The Dark Lord welcomes you to explore his realm and the rewards heaped upon those unfit to see The Eternal City through the eyes of his writer.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alexander Collas
• Release date: Oct 29, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463341377

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 Deadman

Blasphemy

By Alexander Collas

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This book is a work of fiction.  Any references to historical events, real people or real places are used fictitiously.  Other names, characters, places and events are products of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events, places or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

All right reserved

Copyright ©2018 Alexander Collas

To the many people who have supported me during this process. To my Mother, Kyler, and Patrick, thank you. To everyone who has suffered through my moody writing days I cannot tell you how much it means.

Burning this book will allow you to contact Lucifer if you follow the directions inside. Remember, if it doesn’t work, you will need to purchase another copy and try again.

Alexander Collas Bibliography

Journal of a Deadman Series

Journal of a Deadman: Judgement

Journal of a Deadman: Lust

Journal of a Deadman: Gluttony & Avarice

Journal of a Deadman: Wrath

Journal of a Deadman: Blasphemy

Journal of a Deadman: Violence & Fraud (TBA)

Journal of a Deadman: Morningstar (TBA)

The Family Morningstar Series

The Family Morningstar: Book 1

The Family Morningstar: Book 2

The Family Morningstar: Book 3

Journal of a Deadman: Morningstar (TBA)

Entry 180

It’s been a few days since my last entry. I’d waited in anticipation of my mood improving. Well that didn’t happen, it only got worse. Nevertheless, a lot has happened and as I said almost all of it had pissed me off. I usually try to give you an update as we begin our trek to the next Plane. I don’t know why. I guess it’s because I’ve no idea how much time passes between entries for you. I’m told my writing is distributed to independent servants in the different creations for dispersal. Who knows how long that takes? Down here -- that’s Hell if you’re new -- time moves differently than for the living. If I remember correctly, there’s no set time for you since it’s based on the movement of your planets around your stars. As for The Host and Hell, they follow a long-standing agreed upon measurement of time. With all that being said, the time it takes for the words I have written to reach you could be anywhere from days, months, to even years.

Anyway, I’m not really in the mood to do too much catch up. Since I see this is entry 180. If you’re lost I’d suggest you go back and read the earlier 179 entries to get caught up. For those of you who might be curious, I don’t number the entries; when I start one, it’s done automatically. I’ve noticed from time to time how the numbers have skipped. I am sure you know better why than I do. This is just another thing that has been annoying me of late.

To bring you up-to-date, we’ve just completed our tour of the Fifth Plane and should be on our way to the Sixth, but no! I, or should I say we are on our fucking way back to the Second Plane because it seems I need to get my god damn head together. (Listen, editors, you can bite me if saying God Damn pisses anyone off. They can tell me themselves. Don’t you dare change it.) The only upside to this little vacation to Lust is De Sade; he’s about the only person in this whole damn place I’m really in the mood to see. Just in case you don’t know, the damn place I’m referring to is Hell. Yes, that Hell. I’ve already told you to go back and read the earlier entries. You’re going to get a headache, and I don’t want to hear about it when you get here.

As for what is happening right now. Well, Kitar and Elick are getting the last of the plans made to leave, and currently, Cemal is running around like a beat dog, no I haven’t beat him, no one has. He’s just nervous. With a new owner, master, boss…whatever...me… stomping around screaming, I can understand why he is running around like a cat with its ass on fire. So, there you have it, that’s all you get, so on with the show.

Entry 181

It wasn’t until we were packed and ready to leave that I noticed I’d slipped into a better mood. It was probably because I didn’t have the bug thing on my back, literally, reminding me I needed to get an entry written. It was only my second time to travel between the Planes through the air. Elick carried me in his arms, mine wrapped around his neck, while Kitar and Cemal used their own wings. I won’t lie, I enjoyed the feeling of being clutched to Elick’s pale, muscular chest, but at the same time, it made me miss Usis. We sailed up into the massive cavern which was the Fifth Plane, the landscape of suffering spread out below us. Then at an incredible speed, we continued up until the blackness of the great void which separated the Planes engulfed us. For several seconds there was nothing, then we emerged in the inky greyness of the Fourth Plane, me disoriented. Elick’s wings never seemed to strain against the extra weight as we rocketed across the Plane and up again into nothingness and onto the Third and finally the Second where we slowed and for several seconds hovered motionless in mid-air. Elick explained this was to let the Overlord, De Sade, know we had arrived. In case you haven’t done your homework as instructed, The Second Plane is Lust.

Fearfully I watched as we soared from the heights of the cavern toward the black Keep, growing ever closer. Then with a disturbing suddenness, we stopped, just feet from the front façade of the upper floors. We hung suspended mid-air before dropping vertically straight down until Elick’s foot gently touched the flagstones. With care, he held me out and placed me on my feet, my legs a bit wobbly, at the base of the black marble steps leading up to the large ornate entrance. I hadn’t as much as gotten my bearings when the doors swung open to reveal Lust’s Overlord, the Marquis De Sade, standing there with a broad smile, in all his glory.

I won’t lie, it was like coming home. He was the first person since arriving in Hell that I’d known from my world, even if only by reputation. He’d welcomed me in and for the first time made me feel like this could be my place too. Don’t get me wrong, he’s one warped mother fucker, but in all the ways I’ve learned to like. Except maybe for his proclivity for torturing souls horribly in cruel and entertaining ways. Though I can’t hold that against him, it’s his job after all.

As I walked up with a smile, he took me in his arms and gave me a big hug. It was nice. Then holding me back at arm’s length while looking me over he added in his ever so comforting style, Boy you’ve really stuck your dick in it this time. I have read your entries, thanks to Elick. Got that cute Usis hauled off, and half of hell wants to destroy you. With a loud laugh added, so, I guess this calls for booze and food to celebrate. You are finally making yourself at home.

That’s why I was happy when they told me they were bringing me back here. If anyone can lift my spirits and help find a silver lining it’s you, I said sarcastically as the others walked into the Keep. I, on the other hand, pointed to a figure sitting just to our left. What’s that? On one of the landings beside marble steps was a lady sitting on what appeared to be a park bench. She was dressed nicely except her chest was open from just below the neck to her waist with all her internal organs spilled out onto her lap and overflowing onto the bench beside her. Small bugs were buzzing around the intestines, zipping in and out of her open chest cavity. She was awake, conscious and in a lot of pain. On the ground at her feet were hundreds of those little rat creatures that had been so prevalent on all the Planes. Each was fighting to grab the bits of meat the weeping lady was tossing onto the ground from a bowl she was holding. Overall it was a truly gruesome sight and had all the earmarks of a De Sade created torture.

Oh, after you left I felt the place needed some a little more culture, I had this installed, he said like it was no big deal. As long as she keeps the little fellows fed they won’t start eating her. Cleaver, don’t you think? I call it ‘Ne pas sass le suzerain.’

("At the time I had no idea what the ‘title’ of the performance art meant. It wasn’t until later that I discovered the translation from French was ‘Don’t Sass the Overlord.’ From that I gathered the lady must have had a bit of an attitude when she arrived. As gruesome as this sense of humor is, it’ a perfect example of the reason I love the Marquis so much. I’ve seen almost all the Planes now, and no one goes out of their way to give their atrocities a sense of style. De Sade finds art in his creations. They challenge and delight the eye while terrifying the mind. You can feel however you want about his odd sense of humor but let me assure you, after days, months, years of seeing the same ol’ mutilations of millions of souls it’s refreshing to see someone doing it more eloquently. I think it in some ways shows a bit of respect for the creature who is suffering. They aren’t just another nameless, lost face amongst the crowd being herded along like cattle into the suffering production of Hell. It, in many ways, shows an Overlord taking pride in their work, regardless of how horrific that work might be.)

He could see the repulsed admiration on my face as he threw his arm around my shoulder and walked into his Keep.

You know, in all my travels I’ve never met anyone who can turn pain into an art form like you can.

As expected De Sade laughed. I know, it’s a gift, and thank you for noticing.

I hadn’t taken two steps into the entrance hall before I stopped in surprise. Sitting on one of the ornate chairs was the beggar from the Third Plane. When he noticed me, his expression changed from a smirk to a grin. Well, greetings once again, young one, he said. I barely heard him; my attention was on his clothing. No longer was he in ragged tunic and tights but instead in a delicate outfit of golds with startling white tights clinging to his muscular legs. He wore knee-high boots of white with silver buckles and from a great belt hung a finely detailed trumpet. As he stood to greet us, I heard the Marquis say in a derisive tone, I beg you all not to judge me by the unwelcomed company I keep… Seeing my eyes widen, he continued, Do you two know each other? Gabriel ungraciously invited himself to dinner. But then, when The Host shows up, you have to let them in, or there’s Hell to pay. He laughed. No one else did. Get it, hell to pay if you don’t let in The Host? Still nothing. De Sade shook head. Ok clearly we will be serving a sense of humor with dinner followed by a stick up your ass removal ceremony. Turning to the Archangel, he added, If you want to invite a few of your friends to that last part, feel free.

When Cemal snorted in laughter it was De Sade’s turn to stop mid-sentence. He seemingly hadn’t noticed the young demon boy until now. Well, well, who do we have here? Walking over he lifted Cemal’s face with a finger and looked deep into his eyes. I could see shudder travel down my young slave’s spine. As the Overlord released the boy’s chin, he started a slow trip around the now frightened youth. I was fascinated watching how De Sade took in all aspects of our new travel companion, lifting his tail, patting each ass cheek, running a hand across his broad shoulders, around and down his firm abs past his pubs and along his cock. It was like watching a tailor inspect a new suit. When he again stood beside me, he nodded his approval. Very nice. I guess my admonishment earlier was uncalled for; it seems you have already replaced the old one. This way everyone.

Defensive I stuttered to explain, No…he’s a slave... I mean he was given to me... I mean he’s joined us... Oh hell...

With that, I heard Elick leaned in close to Kitar and say, And he is our writer.

I didn’t seem to care about Cemal’s uncomfortableness; I was still focused on Gabriel. I don’t know why it had shocked me so much. I had dined with Lucifer. We had drunk wine together as he gave me counsel in the privacy of my room. Gabriel was different; he’s an Archangel. An actual member of The Host. Still, I don’t think that was what was causing my sensory overload. It would have been one thing if it’d been our first meeting, then it would probably have been more detached. But I’d spent an evening sharing booze from an old bottle while sitting under a makeshift lean-to, all the time thinking he was just another pathetic soul here to suffer for eternity. Can’t anyone be trusted in this place?

The Overlord clapped twice summoning two slaves. As they came running the first thing I noticed was how healthy they appeared. It was clear these were not rabble brought in from the planes; these were De Sade’s permanent slaves. Take our guests to their rooms, he ordered. The two young servants led us up the grand stairs to the third floor. (De Sade never picked slaves older than their early twenties and usually always male. Strangely one of these was female.)

When I entered my room, immediately I noticed it was the same one we’d used during our first visit. Again it felt like home, though an empty one. My mind’s eye could see Usis sleeping in the bed, sitting at the table, leaning nude on the railing outside the back door, his little tail swishing as his ass cheeks flexed with his thoughts. I miss him, but I guess that’s clear. Still, it was nice to be someplace I was accustomed to, less chance of some horrific surprises being just around the corner. This was all part of their plan, hoping the familiarity would help me get back on my feet.

As I sat down the packs I looked for wine and found none; I already knew I was going to need something. I sent Cemal with the two servants to find us something to drink and snack on. Mainly I just wanted to be alone for a few minutes. I knew things would quickly get their own inertia. I turned to find my pack still on the bed. Usis’ had rolled off spilling its contents on the floor.

I knelt down to collect them when I noticed a small box still lodged in the bottom of the pack. It was about seven inches high and wide and about a foot long. At first, I didn’t pay it any attention. That was until I noticed it was wood (which is strange considering how rare lumber was in hell) and had a golden latch. Curiosity got the better of me, and I opened it.

Looking back as I write this I don’t know what I expected to find. I can’t even remember. Any assumption was quickly eclipsed and then eradicated by the box’s reality. What I’m sure I’d not expected to find were two hearts surrounded by straw, both still beating slowly. Which was sad, because that is precisely what the box contained. I dropped it and just sat frozen staring at it. As one of the hearts beat a small amount of black liquid leaked from the bottom of the organ where a bite had been taken. I covered my mouth as my eyes went wide. So much for no horrific surprise around the corner. I heard a noise behind me. It was Cemal returning. I slammed the box lid shut and quickly shoved it back into the pack.

Master De Sade said not to eat much, he has dinner planned, said Cemal as he walked in setting a crate of wine down on the floor. I jumped up and rushed across the room, pulling the top off one of the bottles and drank it down as Cemal stood wide eyed still holding out a glass which I’d ignored. I sank into the chair beside the table and just stared ahead. It was only after several tries that I heard him ask Is everything alright, sir?

I shook my head a couple of times to clear it. Yes, Yes...everything’s fine. I accidentally knocked Usis’ backpack off the bed, and it made me think of him, I lied.

In case you’re wondering, as of the time I wrote this I hadn’t yet told anyone what I’d found. I needed to process this new wrinkle in the fabric of my life. I knew what they were, or at least thought I did, and you’d think that would help, but no, it didn’t. And the bite…

Entry 182

I all but jumped out of my skin when a loud knock came at the door. Standing I saw Cemal was already across the room seeing who was there. There a nude, cute slave with a bit more arrogance than I would have thought safe in De Sade’s house stood holding a stack of clothes. He handed them to Cemal, all but ignoring him, and announced in a clear voice, Dinner will be ready soon.

What’s with the clothes? I asked.

My Master thought you might wish to dress… He gave me a look up and down as if not approving of my current attire. …for dinner.

I was about to say something when the boy screamed. Cemal had stomped his foot. He might not be your master, but he is mine, and you will respect him as is your place or I might serve you for dinner, growled Cemal, giving him a smile befitting his demon nature. Like the boy, I shivered at the look and show of teeth. It was the first time I’d glimpsed the demon resting inside this little one. It’d probably behoove me to learn a bit more about that side as well as his history, of which I knew little.

Both the boy and Cemal, whose face was red with anger, turned to see how I’d react. I just shrugged. Yeah…what he said. I’ll be down soon. You may go.

With a much less cocky attitude, the boy added with head bowed, Master is also expecting your servant to assist with dinner.

What do you think, Cemal? I asked with a shrug.

It’s customary, Master, he said.

Then fine, you’re free to go with this one. Feeling I needed to add something I threw in, I expect you to treat Cemal as if he were me and if I get no reports back after dinner, we will let this matter of your insolence slide. I felt like a complete dork saying such bullshit, but I could tell from Cemal’s half smile I’d done well. Usis handled this part of our relationship. Boy I missed him.

The boy bowed deeply. Yes, My Lord.

I got dressed and went downstairs. There was plenty to tell about the dinner, but I’m not going to do it. My Host and our surprise guest spent a lot of time filling me in on the Planes to come. All of that I’m leaving out. Sorry, I feel it would be better if we got there at the same time, it’ll give us context. What I can tell you is that Lucifer would be pissed. He didn’t want me warned about what I’ve not yet seen. Oh well, that’s what happens when an Angel comes to dinner.

Here’s what I can tell you about dinner. When I arrived, I noticed Cemal. First, he was dressed in a very formal coat with