Lounging amongst the wreckage of damnation, the unholy detritus of unspeakable suffering, the black defecation of hopelessness and despair, the disgorged bowels of the Eternal Pit, and with hellfire delightfully, and quite literally, licking his backside, Belialaggog took a few moments just for himself, just to relax and to contemplate what activities the rest of the day should offer up… so many possibilities.

Lazily, he stretched out a tentacled appendage and gathered up a flat, dry cracker from a large stack balanced on a nearby stalagmite of fossilized filth – Ahhh, he thought as he gazed at the treat, fashioned from the bone meal of the accursed, just the way he liked them, and he greedily dredged the snack through a heaping mound of adipocere, gathering up a healthy smear of the pungent delicacy.

What to do… What to do…

He undulated one of his torsos to bring the enormous ornate platter resting upon it closer to his mouths.  Nearly six feet in diameter, it was piled high with a writhing, quivering assortment of goodies, each bit of the sweet gore seemed to dance along to its own Siren’s Song of Agony.

Ohhh, which to choose?  A bit of rubbery scalp here, a crunchy tidbit there… Ahhh, the joy of daintily plucking an eyeball from amidst the mass of human offal and popping it into his grinding maw and seeing the eye, still alert and focused, still connected to the screeching Soul of its former host – seeing the look in that orb go from panicked to horrified to abject terror – and the pain… oh, the pain… ahhh, the mere thought of it stirred something in his third phallus.  Not quite as good as the chills one got when an unexpected meat-sack of virginal fluid made its way into these unhallowed halls… but still pretty good.

He lightly brushed his now engorged member with a few shiny black talons and then pursed his lyric sphincter and announced, “Bring me a child,” and then, upon reflection, “make that two.”

Belialaggog chanced a quick glance Heavenward with one set of eyes and thought to himself- Ahhh, free will… I love You, you beautiful bastard.

Like moths to a flame.