Fragment

What follows is the translation from the Zarush of a fragmented script, which relates the presumedly mythological ascension of one Igelzebeb, an imp, to the office of the Eifen Deifeiffen.

The old Eifen Deifeiffen's last breath had barely rattled from his chest when the the violent contest for succession began again among the imps.

The office of Eifen Deifeiffen was one much vaunted among the imps, for it was the joyful and principal duty of the holder of this office to spin the threads of malice, which he then used to cast the warp and weft of deceit, by which mankind might be tricked, befuddled and misused. Abusing mankind was the chief industry and delight of the imps.

Now, Igelzebub was an imp of extraordinary powers of malicious deception, and he had long had his eye on the highest office in the land, so when the old Eifen died he felt it only his right that the title should now be his.

[ . . . . . . ] engorged member [ . . . . . . ] randy women [ . . . . . . ] dice, losing miserably [ . . . . . . ] floor-length pudenda [ . . . . . . ] cattle-prod [ . . . . . . ] testes of furious might [ . . . . . . and so it was that Igelzebub achieved the highest rank of his species, and continues to this very day to plague mankind.

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This post is an installment in a continuing series of content coordinated by theme or motif with posts from Enoch Allred of Chiltingham, John Allred of clol Town, Jon Fairbanks of Funkadelic Freestylings of Another Sort, Eli Z. McCormick of Modern Revelation!, John D. Moore of Whatnot Studios, and Joseph Schlegel of Sour Mayonnaise. This week's theme: 'Eifen Deifeiffen'.