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Legion

Myrtle Fenwick had lived on his Father's farm his entire life. When the old man croaked and his young wife had cleaned out most of the money, Myrtle was the inheritor of the farm, all the hogs, the old D10 pickup and all the equipment.

The farm wasn't anything to write home about. Little over ten acres and almost exclusively a hog farm, there was a horse and a donkey, a couple chickens and some corn and beans in the back forty.

The hogs were beasts. They were loud, dirty and talked to him in a terrifying voice inside his head.

"Kill that woman Myrtle!! Then bring her to us so we can feast!!"

"Don't worry Myrtle, the horned God rules over all!! He wants you to continue your work. He's very pleased, however....WE....WANT....MORE....FLESH"

Sometime in late July 1941, a man and woman pulled onto Myrtles farm. This was unexpected, however it was pleasantly unexpected. The hogs had been screaming in his head for days. Screaming so loud that he couldn't hear his own thoughts. So loud and constant, that he hadn't slept in weeks. The only thing that would shut those goddamn hogs up is the flesh and pain they ingest and distribute. He had to feed them and this couple would do nicely.

When they got out of their old Ford pickup, the first thing they noticed was the smell. The sweet rotten smell of death. As much as they tried to ignore it, it was overwhelming. Honestly, overwhelming is an understatement. It was as if there was death all around them.

Myrtle came out of the farmhouse when they got out of their car. The woman, tall, dark and quite beautiful caught Myrtles attention right away.

"Now that is one handsome woman!", Myrtle thought to himself.

"Maybe I can play with her before I feed her to the hogs? Maybe they would let me?"

The man got out of the truck and looked around in disgust. The smell was absolutely horrible, they just needed some water for themselves and the truck and they would be back on the road in no time. Deal with the smell because he has no choice, get the water and get the fuck out of here, he thought to himself.

The woman introduced herself to Myrtle first.

"Hi, I'm Lilith and that is my husband Seth. Sorry to drop in you so suddenly."

Myrtle smiled wryly.

"Why it's no trouble at all young lady, been awhile since Ive had any visitors. Yuh, been quite awhile. What is that y'all need? I got eggs and pork, some corn and some beans. I just finished cooking dinner, Shepherds Pie if y'all are hungry. It is my specialty and I would feel a little disappointed if y'all didn't try it at least.", Myrtle said with a crooked smile.

Lilith and Seth looked at each other apprehensively.

They hadn't had anything to eat or drink in a day and the prospect of dinner had their taste buds on fire.

The old man was strange, however most old creepy men his age are, so they decided not to hold that against him and accepted his offer for dinner.

"We would love to try your pie!", Lilith said with fained excitement.

Myrtle smiled his crooked smile and said, "Wonderful!! Come on inside and I'll set your plates!"

Seth spoke up and said, "Hey friend, you haven't told us your name yet, also, we're gonna need some water for drinking and for the truck for coolant. Is that ok Mr...??"

"Fenwick, Fenwick is my last name and my first name is Myrtle. We're friends now so y'all can call me Myrtle, that suit you alright?"

Seth said, "Sure thing Myrtle, sure thing."

Myrtle led the way into the farmhouse and the couple followed. Neither of them noticed the two human eyeballs on the counter by the door. And they most definitely did not see the putrid, rotting corpse hidden under the floor, under the dinner table. That corpse has a story all its own, however we'll save that one for another time....

When the couple were seated and had water and whiskey, Myrtle brought out the shepherds pie.

It smelled magnificent and delicious. The potatoes were fluffy, the meat perfectly tender, the gravy and vegetables were cooked to absolute perfection.

"What kind of meat is that Myrtle? Pork? Beef? It's delicious!", Seth said.

Lilith chimed in, "It is!!! Absolutely delicious!!"

Myrtle smiled and said nothing and ate nothing. They had stuffed almost half the meal in their faces in less than three minutes. Plenty of poison ingested. More than enough, honestly.

As the paralytic poison coursed through their blood, Lilith was the first to realize she did not feel right. NOT AT ALL RIGHT.

"Why are my hands going numbbbbb, nummmmbbb....What the fuckkkk????"

Lilith fell face first onto the table and Seth stood up quickly, terrified but ready to defend his wife. His legs felt like jelly and he could feel a wet, hot heat starting at the top of his head, moving over his eyes and enclosing his mind in darkness.

Seth passed out and fell directly onto the floor.

"Well, no point in wasting time.", Myrtle thought to himself.

He drug Seth to the hogs. Seth, still somewhat conscious and beyond terrified, tried to speak but couldn't. Tried to move but was unable.

"See, now, normally what I do Seth, is I cut off the arms and legs and feed the torso directly to them and then give them the limbs later, like a treat, ya know? But I'll be god-damned if these hogs ain't starving!! Haha, yessir they are quite pecid. They tell me that they want to eat you whole Seth!! Can you believe that? Huh, ain't that something. That suit you Seth? They're gonna eat you whole, boy!! Haha, yessir, they gonna gobble you right up!!! Then they said since I did so good today, I get to spend time with Lilith!!! Whoeeee!!! Now, I know you don't like the way that sounds, however I give you my word, I will be a perfect gentleman. I'll treat her like a queen, all the way up until I do my work. And Seth? It is terrible, horrible, inhuman work. I will bestow a misery and pain upon her like none the world has ever seen. And then when I'm done with my work, probably sometime next week, she'll go in with the hogs, just like you. And the hogs will be pleased. Yessir, I'm sure of that, they will be most pleased. Hahaha!"

Myrtle lifted Seth over the fence and threw him to the hogs.

The hogs ripped the flesh, broke the bones, swallowed his face and ripped him to pieces to share amongst themselves. The poison they ingest, is fuel to their fire, unholy dark magic.

As Myrtle walked back towards the house, to begin his work with Lilith, Legion, the hogs, spoke to him.

"Myrtle, you are the angel of death, the one whom the horned God speaks of... continue this work in his name and it will secure your throne in hell and be king of the hogs on earth. You are a god amongst men. Kill,kill and kill again!!"

Myrtle smiled as he closed the farmhouse door and walked toward Lilith.

"I am the angel of death, Lilith, and I will ruin you"

He smiled to himself again.

The hogs were right.

He is a god.

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