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Shifting slightly, his buttocks were less bunched under him and his tail fit more nicely through the back of the chaise lounge. He looked into the distance, the distant horizon where the ocean met the sky, and he thought how nice it was to not see a single ship in the distance. One would think that impossible on the Caribbean but the cost of luxury has its rewards. He sipped his daiquiri, grimaced with pleasure at its sweetness, put the glass down, rubbed the cool moisture from his hand onto his forehead, and leaned back.
"God damn it," he thought as his horns hit the head of his lounge. Raising his head again, he looked around for any other chaise nearby but the cost of isolated luxury ironically left him no options of comfort. Rage building, his skin soon became as hot as its redness implied it should be. Smoldering wood of the chaise soon gave way to fire and the livid former occupant of the chair stood.
Standing taller and taller, reaching three meters in height, now aflame himself, he let loose a howling wail and raised his open hands to the sky. With a shudder in the earth, a column of sand rose, arced, and covered the burning lounge. Satisfied that the palms pocketing the strip of beach were safe, he relaxed. "Addison!" he called.
In short order a well appointed middle-aged man appeared from a well hidden pathway. "Yes, sir!"
Feeling his ire rising again, Satan asked, "Addison, how are you to address me?"
"Yes, sir, Mr. Satan, sir!"
"That's better. Maybe your youngest daughter won't get malaria." He smiled to himself, reminiscing on the days before modern medicine, when disease alone could bring down nations.
"Thank you, sir, Mr. Satan, sir!"
"Indeed. Now, I need a new chaise lounge, shorter back to it, and let's go ahead and get dinner started. Set up a spit, oh, over there, a whole goat, and let's get some old whores to cook it. Oh, and the ice has melted in my drink." Looking at it, he laughed, "Looks like the glass has, too!"
"Yes, sir, Mr. Satan, sir! Excellent choices all around, Mr. Satan, sir!"
As Addison ran off to fulfill the diabolical request, Satan removed his swimming trunks and walked to the water's edge. The adjoining beach front was occupied with a happy couple on their honeymoon. Satan massaged himself to a terrifying erection, then began to hike over to say hello. Perhaps they'd join him for dinner. He hadn't met many of the other vacationers and his holiday was coming to a close.
"God damn it," he thought as his horns hit the head of his lounge. Raising his head again, he looked around for any other chaise nearby but the cost of isolated luxury ironically left him no options of comfort. Rage building, his skin soon became as hot as its redness implied it should be. Smoldering wood of the chaise soon gave way to fire and the livid former occupant of the chair stood.
Standing taller and taller, reaching three meters in height, now aflame himself, he let loose a howling wail and raised his open hands to the sky. With a shudder in the earth, a column of sand rose, arced, and covered the burning lounge. Satisfied that the palms pocketing the strip of beach were safe, he relaxed. "Addison!" he called.
In short order a well appointed middle-aged man appeared from a well hidden pathway. "Yes, sir!"
Feeling his ire rising again, Satan asked, "Addison, how are you to address me?"
"Yes, sir, Mr. Satan, sir!"
"That's better. Maybe your youngest daughter won't get malaria." He smiled to himself, reminiscing on the days before modern medicine, when disease alone could bring down nations.
"Thank you, sir, Mr. Satan, sir!"
"Indeed. Now, I need a new chaise lounge, shorter back to it, and let's go ahead and get dinner started. Set up a spit, oh, over there, a whole goat, and let's get some old whores to cook it. Oh, and the ice has melted in my drink." Looking at it, he laughed, "Looks like the glass has, too!"
"Yes, sir, Mr. Satan, sir! Excellent choices all around, Mr. Satan, sir!"
As Addison ran off to fulfill the diabolical request, Satan removed his swimming trunks and walked to the water's edge. The adjoining beach front was occupied with a happy couple on their honeymoon. Satan massaged himself to a terrifying erection, then began to hike over to say hello. Perhaps they'd join him for dinner. He hadn't met many of the other vacationers and his holiday was coming to a close.