I realise, sadly, that I may need to substantially rewrite earlier sections of The Journey
Here goes. It starts to get a little dark now
A silence ensued, and Lucifer waited, For Puss to continue, and the silence grated. He bared his teeth, and his mouth breathed fire; She knew she did not wish to feel his ire. His breath was hot, and his body slimy; The sweat that flowed made his skin seem shiny.
“Yes, I was raised by that wench from the gutter, I learned to talk fine, and I learned to stutter, It all depended on who was the target, For me, all were game, and all on the market. I learned to steal and I learned to fight; And, I also learned to avenge every slight.”
“My teeth were black, and my clothes were tattered, No matter, as I left many dreams shattered. I used a knife, and I used my claws; No man or woman could escape my paws. It is blood I sought, it fed my lust, Death and slaughter seemed fine and just.”
“And as I grew, my body grew lissome, When I used sex, I could be winsome. Oh, I liked sex, it gave me power, To share my body, I made them shower In a torrent of shame; and, I made them grovel. We’d then make love, in my dirty hovel.”
“I made her proud, that wench from the gutter, ‘You outdo your mom’, she would hiss and mutter. By then I knew she was not my mother, But Damn! I also knew that I knew no other. That old wench would take, my earnings, my winnings, And everything I made from my killings.”
“The day arrived, when I tired of the bitch; That snivelling, grasping, wheedling old witch. Night follows day, it’s the law of the land; When darkness fell, her throat felt my hand. Her dying gasp screeched, ‘I consign you to Hell’; I smiled and hissed, ‘I’ll ring Satan’s bell'”