Killed and Served by the Devil - Carach Angren

He takes his time

When he stabs the boy to death

He keeps slashing and slicing

Even after his last breath

Ill-fated gods are given praise

Whilst stabbing the infant’s torso, limbs and face

Gaping wounds gushing blood and gore

Covering the pentacle on the floor

No way to die at that age

Slaughtered before his sister’s eyes

Staring from the cage

Relieved, for the witch’s voice

Now whispers and laughs

The killer leaves the room

But comes back with an axe

He chops up the corpse

Tosses his body parts into plastic bags

Drags them to the garden outside

To be buried

In an unmarked grave on this night

The poor girl who has lost her mother

Is now forced to bury

What’s left of her dismembered brother

A macabre funeral in a sepulchral garden

Buried next to the others

In the backyard of death himself

Exchanging the shovel for a bucket and a rag

She had never seen

Such a terrible bloodbath before

Bone fragments and viscous clots of human gruel

She’s forced to clean

The lugubrious mess off the floor

Asking the murderer what will happen with her life

He answers

«You will serve me as my slave

Until your inevitable sacrifice

For the witch’s wish and will is my command to kill»

It’s dinnertime in the residence of this psychopath

A fine meal of beans, bread, meat, and some wine

Fortunately no empty stomach for the rest of the day

Then the killer has something special to say

«I saved your brother’s most valuable part

Before the burial I cut out his precious little heart

Swallowing the souls of the victims

Their hearts are what I eat

Your brother’s soul has now been devoured

So tell me… did you like the meat?»