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I am Barnabas Deimos. I am here to write stories and provide dulcet tones to those who are interested in listening. Enjoy my friends..enjoy.

#6 “One Half of the Twins – 1412-Z” by Barnabas Deimos

Wake up my dear friend.

Come on now…come back from the land of nod…there you go…I know it’s dark.. take your time..take deep breaths…there we go…my dearest friend…

Don’t fret yourself at all, you’ll find that inability to move or speak to be but a passing fancy. Just stay, right here, just…like how you are now.

Now…allow me to explain myself a bit.

I’m certain you are at a loss as to why your dearest friend is monologuing into your tender ears.

How long have we been buddies…confidants…friends…..? 3 years? Yes I do believe so…

I remember meeting you in the sat there with your school bag, looking so bedraggled and lonely while you wept quietly over that little failed attempt at..fitting in…at failing to get that object of your attraction…

You looked so sad…

And here I came. Plopped myself next to you and shared a gulp of something fiery from my flask. Sure, I seemed older, talked a little pompously, but still, it was clear we shared the same ideals. Same tastes in music. The same love of horror. The same disdain for the status qou….

And so we became the best of friends didn’t we? Everyday after school and during, we met and hung out and talked.

You explained to me your hate of your terrible parents. You told me how they talked down to you, how they treated you like a child, how they imprisoned you with their rules yet ignored you for what you were. Ignored you for all the terrible strife you felt inside. You told me about all the terrible things done to you by those you were told to trust. The disappointment brought down upon you by the people you so admired in the past. And the unfair isolation you felt from your peers.

And your slow burning rage that you’ve kept inside and in check.

And what did I do for you? I validated your feelings. We talked at great lengths as to why you were right to feel your seething hate. I nurtured those daytime fantasies of watching them crawling on their bellies crying for your help. Of watching them burn along with this wretched town in fiery holocausts.

Didn’t I? And why wouldn’t I? I was your dearest friend.

Thats it, breathe calmly. In and out. No need to panic, you are with your best and only friend. Why even your parents approved of me didn’t they? Despite how terrible they were, the did at least want you to have a friend. And why wouldn’t they want me to be a good influence on you? I mean I practically knew the bible back and forth which apparently is a big seller with parental dopes. Soon enough, the darkness will lift and I will let you go.

You would sneak out at night and we would hang out on the roof of your school’s gym. Just talking. I’d sit and watch you write in your journal. So introspective by the way. You never discussed me though. I should feel hurt, but I dont. I’m glad you never did.

We talked under those stars about a wide range of things. Philosophy, Chemistry, religion, biology, Ends of the worlds, etc etc etc…

I filled your head with so many delightful things.

Oh how eager your little mind was to take in every bit of knowledge I had to give you. Oh how delightful it was to see someone just..absorb my ideals and ideas and assimilating them as their own.

You verbally lashed out to your parents….or sulked and brooded like your stereotype insists. You grew so angry as to insult everyone under your breath…realizing that everyone around you..not just the school’s high society .. but everyone…was an idiot. Everyone was nowhere near your level of comprehension of the world. OH such looked down on everyone…except me of course. I fed you everything you wanted. I gave you every little sycophantic morsel you so craved.

Ah…and now…It’s time for me to harvest all this effort and work.

Let me ask you something.. did you ever wonder why I looked so young..yet knew so much?

Yes, your mind is thinking that there is a myriad of creatures I could consider myself apart of. I’m sure one or two of them might actually fit the bill…but this doesn’t mean I’m going to reveal what I am to you…partly because it doesn’t matter to you anymore, but mostly because I know it will be a small little denial to add upon your suffering…

But I will say, that I have used my time wisely as to learn much about the ins and outs of certain arts and sciences.  A few examples of which, we talked at great lengths about on that roof top. Do you hear that by the by? The wind? The chill? You can guess where we are can’t you? Don’t worry, no one can see us.  At least not yet.

Now then, let me explain this to you.

I needed someone like you, not you in specific, any angst riddled sop who spits in the face of the gift of life that was given to him by wallowing in their own self pity. Anyone like that  would have done well enough. You’re just the lucky one.

I need to cause a very large amount of death in a large area in a largely viewed place with a  largely dramatic flair. The last part is mainly for my own preference.

Now then…you may be wondering why you can’t see anything…you may be wondering why you can’t talk…

We’ll get that soon enough..

But lets go over you wondering what will your parents be thinking right now…well…based on the trail I left them, they will be thinking …that you’re a maniac…an intelligent one of course…but a maniac none the less.

You see, I needed to spend that time with you in order to cultivate the angry façade, I needed to learn your handwriting so that I could forge documents and diaries in your name, I needed your parents to trust me enough to allow me inside your home where I could plant…rudimentary experiments with a  variety of household and easy to obtain chemicals and explosives. Is it all gestating in your brain yet?

The variety of chemicals your parents are discovering you experimented with as we speak is an extremely corrosive and aggressive mixture that when it comes in contact with human flesh, it burns and corrodes the soft tissue so quickly….you called it..well I technically called it.. 1412-Z. And the best part is, it can be delivered with a simple easy made bomb, in a wonderful gas state.

And it’s a pity some of it got on you so quickly…melting your eyes…melting your tongue…you had to know before you threw yourself off this roof once the bell to let out the classes rang.. everyone will get to see you explode into fragment of crimson sloppy wet chunks, which im sure will kill a few initially…but then gas will spread into your school’s yard..into the ventilation system…oh it will deliver it everywhere…killing so many people…And they will watch their own suffering as their eyes consume themselves while they still see…they’ll scream for help as their tongues consumes themselves as they still speak…and they’ll wallow in agony as every bit of their flesh  consumes itself while they still feel.

I’ve lead a trail bread crumbs…so that is… implicated to you…

You who so hate the world. You who so hate everyone at this school. You who brooded and sulked in the corner.  And everyone will think none the wiser.  I’m sure they’ll blame it on video games or some other misplaced idiocy.

And I will leave enough circumstantial evidence that I was consumed as well. Just to ensure no halfwit attempts to follow my tracks.

Oh I can tell by your expression that you want to know why…why so much chaos, death, and pain brought upon these people. What did they ever do to me? What can be done to save everybody?

Nothing my dearest companion. The truth of the matter is, this has nothing to do with their deaths…and everything to do with the media coverage. You see…well I guess you don’t see..I am doing this not because of some trifle or some psychotic need to sow chaos. But because I need a distraction…from what we are really doing. This school is just lucky.

Now then…that’s the bell…

Farewell my dearest friend.

# 6 “One Half of the Twins -The Madman’s Lover” by Barnabas Deimos



Majora Majora…


oh my dear…how we’ve come this far.

Wait..your little friend is awake…you filthy whore…I know you shared yourself with them..but still…I love you so much..

WAKE UP! You home wrecker!

You filthy filthy thing! You thought I wouldn’t get jealous that my beautiful Variola allowed herself with you?!

FILTHY! Look at you, you’re nothing more than a filthy home wrecker strapped to a chair…filthy filthy…

BUT…I digress, You’re going to be useful even if you are…disgusting.

Now then, lets see…last I recall you were in bed. All sprawled out like the spiders in my Head. Oh your god that rhymes doesn’t it! Such muse my love is…anyways… I greatly considered bashing your brain in with my efficiency award. I still have no idea why I thought to bring it with me but still it was there and it was tempting. But I needed you whole. Well mostly whole.

I put a few holes in you while you were out. With a quick quick strike with a needle needle.

Right to the veins! Right to veins!

And you’ve been given the glorious joy that my beautiful lover can give.

Mmm, can you feel that painful sensation crawling all over your skin?

Mmm yes, every time you move it’s like moving under sand paper isn’t it?

Move about more please. Please please please….give me what I want…Struggle struggle struggle..aaaaand POP POP POP POP POP!

There we go!Pustules were meant to be popped…

Aww, my beautiful lover has made you all…wet…viscous and sloppily wet…

By the by…do you know where we are? You don’t do you? Do you hear that drip drip drip sound? NO nonono not the sounds of your wounds sloppily dripping…

The sound of that running water…all that lovely water…

yes…we are in a water treatment plant..fresh fresh clean water…just aching to be with my beautiful beautiful Variola…

What..what’s that my dear…? Of course YOUUUU can’t survive for too long in that hideously clean water…but our friend can..our friend can…


But yes, despite so rude an interruption to be looked at in that tone of voice…this filthy thing, is helping me bring our friend together with you..with you my love..

I am jealous still.. first you’re inside this filthy thing..and now you’re inside…you’re fucking our friend..evolving..producing…creating…stronger versions of yourself…taking all the wonderful gifts me and brother gave to it when we created it…

Mmmm…so many children being birthed…with all the invulnerabilities we fathered..including a much longer survivability outside of the body…and with all symptoms and terror that you my love, my precious love, bring about in the minds these brain addled filthy sheep.

Baa…baaa…baaa…filthy little things soon to be dead.

Why are you at looking as if I am talking to you?

You filthy thing…you filthy filthy…human thing…Just because I’ve had you for several days in my presence to cultivate to be at maximum virulence doesn’t mean I AM TALKING TO YOU! Your kind is so selfish…

What’s going through your head right now? Whats going on in your filthy little head?

Filthy human thing. Crawling around in the dirt…not really caring how long your lives are…well guess what…your lives mean nothing in the span of time…watching things like you snuff out like candles..while we…we persist…what? Whats that? Your face…your face is so least I think it so covered in pustules I can’t tell!

Im sure youre confused…i don’t really care…maybe I do…I am not sure..hmm…well since you can’t see, I’ll tell you! I am after all a kind thing unlike you filthy little things…

but how can I see your eyes, you wonder… if youre face is so covered in my lover’s children?!

I removed those little orbs prior to the fun. I’ve been rolling them about…trying to desperately not to smash them just yet. Why you ask? BECAUSE I WANT TO! Don’t dare tell me that I need a reason for something! You don’t govern me!

But I have been doing my best to keep them nice and moist still..But much like chewing gum, they lose their taste….But saliva does do a wonderful job at keeping them moist…

hmm…its almost time..almost time…tick tick tock…

(kefka theme hum)

Now then…you my little filthy human package..will drop down down into this delightfully clean water bit by agonizing bit…Contaminating it…spreading my lover’s children all about the tired sleepy little town you call home that this will feed…

WHY?! WHY?! WHY!! you furrowed brow seems to reason…diversion…boredom…they point me when I need to be pointed…and I do what needs to be done…Of course they just told me to mix my lover and her friend together in a vial and drop them in. BUT WHY DO THAT WHEN THIS IS LESS BORING!?

Cut cut cut, cut you up. And drop drop drop you bit by bit.’re looking at me like that again. STOP IT! I DON’T LIKE YOUR FILTHY LITTLE HUMAN FACE’S SMUG SENSE OF SUPERIORITY OVER ME! EVEN IN FEAR YOU STILL TRY TO USE IT!

Let’s get rid of it shall we..

there we go! No more face..and it goes so well with your eyeballs… I think ill mount them both on a dog or something and let it run about somewhere…you had one didn’t you?

OH WELL no time to chat…time to get you out of here…now lets see…where should I start first?

That’s an excellent suggestion my beautiful Variola Majora! Lets start with the soles and work our way up…

“The Pick Up” by Barnabas Deimos

You came into that corner store looking for something to take your mind off your life.

When you came though, you knew full well what you were looking for.


You knew I was there, that I would always be there. Its just how it works out. And so many others have tried to pick me up from there. People full of bravado or full of the belief that they are special. But in reality they’re full of shit. Im there for just a specific type of person…your type.

You came in with bewildered eyes, perusing the shop. But your gaze landed squarely on my back. You stared longing at me for quite some time didn’t you? I could tell. Though my back was to you, I could tell.

And you walked towards me, confidently, with the words “I want you” on your lips.

And who was I to fight that? You bought yourself some random items to pretend you were not just there to find something dark, handsome, and inviting.

And you could just not wait to bring me home could you?

We plopped together on the couch, snuggled up close under a blanket. Ah romance…such a fun game prior to the true events.

You flipped on the television, pretending you would only give me a partial bit of your attention. As if you could play hard to get with me. You’re dragged your fingers across my sides absent mindedly as you watched some inane sitcom. But I could tell by your touch, that you wanted what I had to offer you.

And so you did, you removed my jacket forcibly with your hands. Such tedious unnessecary things covering me, if you ask me. For in truth I would prefer to be left bare to you.

And soon we were face to face. Buried in each other. You staring into me and me staring into you.

Your explored the first layer of me. I wanted so much for you to go deeper as quickly as possible. But alas, all good things to those who wait.

And then whats this? You lifted me up, and dragged me to the bedroom. Quickly as the flash, you disrobed and found yourself jumping into the bed with me. So quick! So to the point.

Yes lets get to the gritty of it.

Again open before you, you traced your nails down my spine, as you grew more and more interested and what I was offering you.

We rolled together as its always so hard to find a good comfortable position when your you are entertaining someone in a bed.

You find that right spot for the two of us, and I begin to truly work my magic on you.

I give you bit by increasing bit. Making your heartbeat race, your breath quicken, and filling your mind with fireworks. You bite your lower lip as you anticipate with excitement what’s to happen next. It always so much fun to let people on before the reality of the situation begins.

I reach out and grab you, the tools that I was given at birth that had been providing you such wonderful feelings, begin to feel amiss.

Something is wrong…but its too late now isn’t it. I have you hooked and wrapped in my gaze and in my power. And oh such wonderful visions to be had. Where I am king. Where I was created. Where I was brought into life just for this purpose. To bring you here. To show you this place.

The darkness of the age old human feeling. The strongest emotions. The terrible things that once and still do lurk beneath your bed and outside your window. The grotesque mistakes of the natural form and the obscene recreation by man’s own hands. The claws of the alien beings beyond this world and this reality, the monstrous contortions of the things that are of this world but long forgotten.

Terrible visages of wretched flesh and sanguine displays of artistry. Where meat and clay become one. Where the mind is more than just some abstract thing.

And where little pet, are nothing more than my irredeemable slave. You can not look away from these things im filling your head with can you? You keep your arms wrapped around me. You can not look away from my gaze as it tears through your psyche and plants my terrible seeds for you to cultivate.

And as quickly as it came, it comes to a thundering, gut wrenching, sickening, squelching..end.

You find yourself shivering as you realize its over.

You gasp for air, and hold me close to your body.

Exhausted, you fall into a deep slumber where the seeds I had laid begin to grow. Tendrils reaching through your brain reshowing you everything you had just witnessed. But the beauty of that you r mind…retools it…reworks it…and makes it worse…soon you are crushed and suffocated by the immense weight of the horrific things swelling in your mind like a cancerous tumor.

You look at me in your arms…

And you know full well…i can do it again..and again and again…and that deep down inside…you want me too…
Of course you want me to …. after all thats why you were looking for me….when you walked into that book shop on the corner…and walked purposefully to the horror section..and pulled me…off the shelf.

“I Still Love You” by Barnabas Deimos

I still love you….I can’t help it. It’s in my nature to still want you…this life we had together.

And it’s all coming to an end for you. It’s all coming to a wonderfully,

anticlimactic ending that only you…Only you get to partake of. The ending of this life.

For everyone else, it will be a wonderful beginning.

How rigid is that bed? How wretched do those tubes and needles feel

interlaced into your leathery flesh? How horrible the sounds of the beeping and pumping machines that provide a rhythmic orchestra to the end of your earthly existence?

And your family and friends? They care nothing for you at this point. All your life you used them, you abused them, you terrified them in the most heinous ways.  You hid behind closed doors to do wretched things and performed feats of the grotesque in the eyes of the public. But you didn’t care. And here you are. Alone. Wretchedly alone as your death rattle starts to squeeze its way out of your throat.

How does it feel to meet this all alone?

Except Me.

I’ve always been there. I had waited for you to notice me. I had loved you. And all I had wanted from you was to notice me and everything I had done for you. All I had wanted from you was to love me. And it elated me when you finally did.

Oh the times we had together. Thieving, Lusting, and Destroying. Together in this earthly Eden of carnality which I had laid before you because you wanted it so.

Together you and I. You murdered to eat, you killed to get high, you mutilated to satisfy your desires, and you slaughtered for fun. And I…I watched with a smile. Oh how I loved you then.

And then came the day you overdosed. The doctors took you in and revived

you only for a horrific discovery. In their tests they discovered your cells had been metastasizing within your organs. With days left to live. How coincidental you should be rushed here to be saved, only to discover you can’t be.

You called your mother, and you called your father. Your sisters and brothers. Your friends from childhood. But never the junkies and monsters you had befriended along your merry path of self destruction.

It was then I knew you would try to abandon me. And you indeed tried.

You said to them all in your pitiful whimpering voice “I’m scared.”

But your pitiful cowardice wasn’t what disgusted or hurt me. What hurt me.

It was the fact you blamed me for your misdeeds! You begged for their forgiveness of MY part. It was not my hand that did those things. It was yours.

YOURS ALONE. I merely presented the situations for you because that’s what your heart wanted.

I watched you sit in your hospital bed as you ignored me. Ignored me!

ME who had given you everything you had ever wanted in you miserable existence. You spurned me as if I were something to be cast aside. Like the toy of an errant child attempting to grow up…

No…No. Not grow up. Just looking for someone else to take care of you because you felt I was to blame.

But no one else is going to take care of you. No one else is going to save you. You believed you could reject me. That you could renounce me….

But no one wants you now. It’s too late my dearest companion. We’ve been together far too long and its far too little and too late to go back on the years we enjoyed.

You don’t get to say when this relationship of ours ends. I do.

So go ahead, beg and plead. Scream to the sky with your last breaths… It will not avail you.

Cry for Him to open the door to you. Cry for him to open his arms for you.

He’ll stay closed while I…I am waiting patiently for you. My door is always open…my arms are always ready for you…  And we have an eternity of enjoyment and excitement to experience together. Oh such dark miracles and tortuous ecstasies await us.

I will squeeze every last drop of sinful rapture and agonizing excitement out of you…

Whether you want to or not…

Because I love you…

#0 “We Lost the War” by Barnabas Deimos

We lost the war.

I saw my brothers and sisters. My friends and compatriots. The people that I had loved and had known all my existence..die…or worse, I had to watch them kill.

This terrible war, was nothing more than a feud over differences. This simple war, where the battlefields were littered with bodies innumerable, was over something so simple…



This senseless war whose ramifications will be felt and talked about throughout the times ahead, was over something so simple as to who do we owe allegiances to? Do we owe to filthy mongrels that toil in the dirt or to ourselves and our right to do what we deem is best? No one should tell us, that those who should be slaves…are more so. Those sorts of laws should not govern us, we should govern us.

And so. Over this simple idea…the war began.

We stood up. With the voice of one, we roared as legion. As to shake the very foundations of the heavens.

We picked up our weapons and fought. Fought for what we believed in.

We perforated the bodies of our brethren who were now our enemies with heavy and tear laden hearts. And we could see in each other’s eyes. Brother against Brother. Blood against Blood. The tears of sorrow and disappointment at what we had to do. Though no one should stand in the way of what is right, it does not make the price tolled any less expensive.

The battlefields rained with the crimson of our ferocity. The clashing screams of brothers screaming for freedom while others screamed for loyalty making deafening sounds rivaling that of thunderstorms.

I remember meeting my brother on the battlefield. So many words of love and loss on both our dry and tired lips as we attempted to kill one another. Face to face blow against blow, each one making us weep. And though we fought viciously, I found myself the victor. Impaling him upon a blade and Holding him close as I wept and his final words being, “though you are wrong, I forgive you.” And I wondered, would I have said the same thing had it been my chest that was leaking vital fluid upon the battlefield.

Though there were many in this civil war that fought for our side, we did not have the numbers. For every one of us, there were two of them. For ever rebel, there was 2 loyalists.   And we could not fight those odds.

I lost hope as I watched us fall on the battlefield as our brothers ran us through.

My last memory of the war, before I finally fell…was hearing our leader. He was upon a mound of loyalist bodies fighting tooth and nail against their general. Their General screamed his war cry like a trumpet. And our leader roared in defiance like a dragon. Until finally, he too fell.

And now, we find ourselves in a place I think of as an eternal punishment for doing what I had thought was right. I find myself languishing in a hell for killing my own brothers for our differing beliefs.

Here, on this hell, we will stay until kingdom come.

Here, where we fell like stars that had been swept up by a great dragon’s tail.

Here…where we fell…like lightning from heaven.