Evil.

The F.O.K.
Sep 4, 2018 · 2 min read

Anything the human mind is capable of imagining, has been brought into existence by that sole act.
The act of imagination.
Since the birth of man from apes, the big bang, the skies, or God, whichever you choose to believe in is your business, but it is undeniable that the power of man to imagine, has grown exponentially.
One titillating thought to another, linked together like a man’s ejaculate to a woman’s chin after a blowjob, in a conglomeration of alluring beauty that can hardly be matched by anything else on this earth.
Man has imagined many beautiful things and brought them to life.
Man has also created many evils and has had to live with them.
However, this particular evil I speak of, was not imagined into existence by man, no.
It is an evil that has tormented many households for millenia and spread even past the shores of Africa.
An evil so great, it was feared and revered by the strongest of men.
Evil is usually dealt with by prayers to the all knowing God, lesser gods and other symbols or beings capable of superhuman power.
The divine and the occult.
However even with their help, man has battled with this particular evil for millenia.
Drawing power from both the supreme power and lesser ones.
Still, this evil refuseth to die.
It was a Monday.
On this very day, Yomi woke up with a bad feeling.
A feeling not unlike the one you feel when you’re perfectly fine one minute and the next, a swig of hot shit is knocking violently on the doors of your anus.
A feeling that something was either amiss or this was just going to be a very bad day. He left his house and proceeded to go about his day normally.
At the end of the day, he was fine.
Nothing particularly outstanding had happened and the day was pretty much over.
Yomi chalked up the bad feeling earlier in the day, to indigestion and a deep hate for Mondays.
He was wrong.
It was on this day that Yomi had taunted and brought home an evil.
The evil.
The fabled one that refused to die.
Yomi had brought home, a bedbug.

The F.O.K.

The F.O.K.

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Hades, but in the body of a Nigerian man.

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