My Dying Bride
				  Sinamorata


	Catherine Blake

A distinctive imbalance had developed and its concerns began to irritate the Fallen Angel
as he pondered the matter, upon his evil throne of diseased souls. His beloved domain had
become overrun with men. Filthy, arrogant men. So vile were men that their torment was
truly a pleasure to behold. Their suffering brought joy to the Angels' minions, whose de-
velopment of torment and spiralled over the centuries, to an almost unbelievable pinnacle
of utter depravation. But the imbalance needed to be corrected. The Underworld lacked
the souls of sinful women. The female of the stinking species was simply not as evil as the
male, which meant that Hell was now unstable. If equality were not found, then the Lord
Of All Goodness and Light, would claim victory in the Ultimate War.
A devious and outrageous scheme was needed to prevent this itch from becoming an insuf-
ferable rash. The Great Annihilator summoned his demonic hierarchy to formulate a plan
to return equilibrium to the Netherworld.
The finest suggestion came from the million-toothed gape of Die-Erorian, The Arrogant
Tormentor of Flesh and Depravator of Wishes. An Incubus of vast degradation and suitor
to the Throne of Lust in the lower regions of Middle Hell.
A plan that would change mankind for evermore.

Catherine Blake slept fitfully in the summer night, just barely covered by a film of satin
sheeting. Her lover slept deeply beside her in a slobbering, grunting state, oblivious to his
sweaty existance, uncovered completely by the flimsy bedding.
She murmured gently and tossed smoothly this way and that. Groaned sweetly and sighed
with an unconscious passion, neither were aware of. Her luscious eyes twitched behind
their lids and her delicate fingers clawed the increasingly moist bed. A subtle shudder
caused waves of electricity to lap up her skin and down her spine right to the tips of her
painted toes. Catherine smiled, took a fabulous breath of mid summer air and descended
into a slumber of unparalleled comfort.

Die-Erorians' visit had been enormously successful and deliriously rewarding. Not only in 
this darkened house, in darkest moorland in darkest England, but everywhere in the world
of womankind. The globe was covered with nights of moaning female whimpers, of
screams of ecstasy and cries of passion; tears of satisfaction and wonderment.
Night followed rampant night of delicate, shocked gasps as the Demon Lord went about
the ultimate attack on all Heaven and its glories.
His vileness extinguished in the minds of each and every woman and replaced by their
wildest fantasies of masculine perfection. He would visit womankind and seduce all of 
them as they slept, oblivous to the hideous reality of their midnight tryst.
The seed of doom was planted for all of life. Women would be phantom raped in their
dreams but would accept the lust with total abandon, giving in to the ultimate sex. A feel-
ing no mortal man could ahve a hope of repeating.
As their guilt began to grow many become tormented and questioning. Desperate ones
take their own lives in a world wide cry of overwhelming guilt, having allowed demonic
thoughts of lust into their delicate minds. Few slay their men, knowing that dreams can be
far more eventful, thus condemning them to a life of total confinement. But most, now
that the black seed is planted, ignore men completely and refuse any affections, happy with
the knowledge that night will be but a few short hours away.

Motherhood was destroyed by the seed and all brooding instincts were laid to waste. A great rift developed twist
man and woman and soon, masculine egotism coupled with a hunger for offspring, drove the dagger of men's minds
into the soft flesh of women, and a great violence descended
Mass rape unpunished. Fuck prisons of sadistic impregnation were given lawful recognition and an abuse of women
grew monstrous and sickening.

"My Lord, the suffering is unmatched" cried an Avenging Angel, in the white Heavens above. "Why do we do nothing?
Surely we must vanquish this vile seed and punish all mankind for this vulgarity and barbarism!"
And still the Lord God remained silent, but watchful. No utterance. No movement. No tears. The King of Kings.
The Giver of Life and the Creator of us all, sat and stared at the risen hell on his own lucious Earth.
A Heavenly army, so completely vast it contained every once living being: man, woman, serpent, fish, fowl and animal
in all of history, armed with the weapon of Holy Cleansing, at ready to battle all un-godliness, awaited the
word of God to go forth. But He remains silent, despite the wailing of his billion avengers.

The blood was oceanic as women swept away all tracy of infancy from the rubble of their wombs through self-abortion
and suicidal vengeance. Not a hatred for the unborn, but the disease that put it there. The earth became red 
through the cutting machines of man as their anxieties and disgust and hatred for the women erupted beyond utter belief
and into a slaughtering the like of which even startled the Underworld. The butchery and savagery toward woman 
soon spilled over to each other as mans natural partners numbers were dwindled. And before too long all hell broke
loose upon the earth and all out war of survival ensued as man fought man in unrivalled violence. Everything was
killed and killing. Man, woman, child, animals too became the victims of an explosion of incredible bloodshed. A
bloodlust so completely brutal in its savagery that even the Great Arch Duke of Unending Darkness became alarmed
at the ferocity he had given life to.

And the Lord God of every one of us sat silent. The chorus of agony from the great avengers of all evil, became 
such, that the skies of earth resounded with a thunderous out crying. And rain poured in a colossus of Angel's tears.

The Creature of all Sins and the Lord of the Bleakest Abode did wonder at the silence of the Almighty. How could
the Creator of Life care so little for all that is his?
And lo, did strike the Ultimate Sadist. Through mans utter devastation of all things living and his outrageous
execution of femininity did the Lord of Flies choke on his bitter ignorance. The evil which was unleashed could end in
only one possible way. All Hell did fill with the filthy souls of the screaming, blood-soaked men. Such a quantity
did descent into the Gutterpit of Eternal Discovery that all mansions of Hells horror were rained upon with the
weight of fathomless sin.

And with the timing even greater than the most rehearsed of comedy scenarios, did the Great God of Love and Life
forgive all women their mindless sins, thus releasing all evils grip on them and crushing the Underworld in a storming
shower of one-sided humanity.
The imbalance was too great in the Fiery Pit, even for all the demonic hordes, and such a chaos ensued that the earth
itself was almost ripped apart. Such overwhelming torrents of complete evil forced the Satanic Majesty to fell his
vast domain of suffering, to skulk the earths darkest regions for many years, in hoping that Our Lord above would
forget and forgive his Fallen Angels of this most vile of acts.
But our God was once again silent. Observing his darkened child laying in the miserable corners of earth, he knew
that all too soon, he would return again to the ageless equilibrium. And the Great Heart of God watched as his
beloved slipped silently back into the darkness below to continue the struggle from his Fathers unyielding hold.