The Loneliest Demon

The Loneliest Demon

Written by Ken Carman

Most people think, when a relationship breaks up, when someone leaves them, they willingly become sluts, whores. Both men and women. Yes, there are men whores, male sluts. I know it’s not considered proper usage by some, but the fact remains: yes, there are.

People think something inside their heads changes and they go looking for mere masturbation via another. They’re partially right. Tis something “inside:” me. I go looking for the lonely, the heart broken, even the suicidal, though I cross as line when I do the last: for there are demons who have that job. While they too must be lonely, at least they vent their loneliness with pills, a rope, a shotgun blast through the roof of the mouth. They are doing something to try to end the loneliness… for the moment.

I can’t end my loneliness, even if briefly: not with my assignment. Yes, we get “assignments,” and the demon supervisor in Hell is very strict. Piss him, or her, off and you wind up me. “Her” or “him” is a bit pointless, for we really have no sex, though we can HAVE sex through possessing others.

Which brings forth the question: what did I do to piss off my super? OK, I had a hot time flirting with his significant other-demon. Keep Lucifer happy by tossing a few newcomers into one of the many brimstone swimming pools, by corrupting some nun or encouraging the next Jeff Dahmer and that’s how you might become a supervisor, get a nice cushy office and you get to cum with some unwilling, but unable to do anything about it, newcomer from one of the many Earth-ly planes of existence.

Yeah, Satan had a good laugh, but even though it was just “flirting,” pissing off a demon supervisor in Hell has consequences. She was a HOT little number.

So here I am: double damned. Floating from body to body looking for love, but only finding lust and self loathing in search of self love.

Now don’t get all: “I knew it was NOT my fault,” self righteous. We demons simply help you do hat you wanted to do anyway.

My assignment might seem enviable. After all, I get to have sex with some of the most beautiful, most horny, most willing men and women in the universe. I even get to possess dogs, cats: all kinds of animals, and experience how much they enjoy each other.

But, after a while, it’s all very much the same. And while humans think having sex makes him, or her, “mine,” it really doesn’t. One penis feels about the same, as one vagina, as one asshole. Possessing a boy seeking priest is very much like helping a nun find her moment of carnal release, a moment that screws her vow royal. And the passion is almost always inward, because the desirable person they think they see is mostly illusion in their heads, and self deception.

Once I thought I found love, I found my niche’. She was so much like me I thought we were more than one. And, when “she” left, I found out she was possessed by another demon, and ironically it was my supervisor cheating on his significant. As “she” broke up with me and I saw my supervisor-demon un-possess her, since only we can see each other most of the time, once we’re out of the body, my super laughed and fled to a nearby rabbit: always easy prey.

So now I’m even more lonely, but the good news is I probably won’t be the loneliest demon for long. Leaving the office to have an affair isn’t all that much of a sin in Hell, but seducing another demon is considered by Lucifer as being lazy, being a slacker, and word is I may get the supervisor’s job soon in retribution for not just my supervisor’s violations by violation another demon, but because of all the sex worker demons who are being lackadaisical. If anyone believes in an eye for an eye, it’s his unholy wretchedness. And since Satan is tired of the low stats of actual seduction, he wants those responsible to pay, and someone to be his go to demon and  be tough on the bitches.

I’m your Demon for that job, for sure. I welcome the opportunity, for Hell hath no fury like a supervisor demon scorned.
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