Demon Fire

The guitar riffs slice through the rain like an army of roaring demons, and there I stand, right in the middle of the crumbling cemetery, ready for the wildest night of my life. In front of me, the zombie rises, its slimy remains looking like someone dumped a chocolate pudding into a cobweb. But I don’t care; the music drives me, and every step feels like an explosion.

“I got fire in my veins, thunder in my chest!” I scream as the zombie shuffles toward me. His rotting eyes are half hanging out of their sockets, but hey, who’s watching? The stench of old, soggy flesh hangs in the air, but adrenaline pumps through my veins like the pounding bass.

With a quick sidestep, I dodge out of the way. “Hell's coming down for you!” I roar as the zombie tries to grab me. He drags himself forward, like a drunk pile of rotting meat through the rain, but the beat keeps me in sync, my feet sliding across the old gravestones like a crazy dance.

The guitar riffs swirl around me, and I grin, like I’m the star of this macabre show. “You’ve been Thunderstruck!” I hiss at him, spinning around as he takes a swing at me. The riff drives me on, pulsing through me, and when the zombie gets close enough, I strike.

I slam my fist into his crumbling chest and kick at his boneless leg, which buckles under my blow. “Demon fire's all you desire!” I shout triumphantly, landing another hit that sends him reeling.

With a final leap, I charge at his face, while the guitar screams its solo. “You can’t hold me down!” I yell, hitting him hard. The zombie collapses like a sack of wet garbage, as the last notes of the song fade into the cold, rainy night.

I stomp on his decaying remains, like I'm standing on the podium of a rotting concert, and look up into the gloomy sky. “I am demon fire!”

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Demon Fire emerged as a spontaneous creation fueled by music and sheer fun. I was born while I rewrote “Aigon”, an old, lost story from the early nineties, the first splatter punk story I ever wrote and the first horror story in English. Somehow I lost the three-pages-long story. However, I still do remember some parts of the story and the pleasure I had by killing half of London. “Aigon” starts on a cemetery and while I wrote that scene, AC/DC thundered from the radio, pulling my imagination into a wild, unexpected direction. And I have to confess, I had a blast writing Demon Fire and wished my writing could have turned into a video immediately.

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