Cathedral Of Pain

West Wynd

My name is Bill and I’m a wizard of great reknown. I lead the coven with my wife in Milwaukee town. I am a mason of the 33rd degree, practicing magic with the Illuminati. Laying in my bed in my parents’ house in Iowa, everything is normal and I’m about to go to sleep.
Hurtling through the cosmos faster than the speed of light, ripped violently out of my bed in the middle of the night. I see my destination, one of Saturn’s many moon. An obscenely transyuggothian temple am I headed toward my doom? This place is black as midnight covered in tumors pustulent. The master M ushers me in to the palace of torment.
WELCOME TO THE CATHEDRAL OF PAIN
Here I am stark naked in the middle of outer space, illuminated by black tapers and the aquariums these walls encase. Floating in the liquid, a scene of dismemberment. Naked mutilated bodies of women, children and men. On a trapezoidal altar, I lay down and was bound. I’m starting to get nervous as I hear a chanting sound.
blasphémer dieu
grêle satan
cracher sur dieu
maudit soit dieu toujours
Appearing on a throne of steel in a shimmering white light, coalescing coruscating demon of the night. Form of angel, goat of Mendes, winged bull rises tall. Advances toward the altar, what dark fate will befall? Extends one piercing talon to the center of my forehead. Blinding white light fills my mind like white hot molten lead.
Crashing back down to Earth in the back yard of my parents’ house, feeling a little haggard from satanic ritual abuse. The crater from my re-entry is still there to this day. Mom and her friends all love it for lawn darts and croquet.