Revenge to....Taco Bell?

I could watch everything they had done but this, this had crossed a line so far into the dark that the shadows were afraid of it, this heinous act had been so vilifying that the devil himself was ashamed of it, I watched them do it, and.. I let it happen, I grabbed the sword and

rammed it straight into nearest member of the cult. Surprised, they began to charge me. One by One I cut them down, my next attack an overhead swing cleaved a man from collarbone to pelvis. Thirty-three people lay dead at my feet by the time my bloodlust had abated. They deserved

no remorse. Remains of their human victims were now inseparable from the mass of dead cultist flesh. Ironic, I thought. “Thanks for the sacrifice,” I said to the spirits I knew to be lingering above us. My skin began to smoke and char from within. The smell of sulphur filled the

place, I don't know if it was the spirits that were doing something with the human remains. I felt something strange inside of me...

...like I was being commanded by some unseen force. Or maybe it was just gas—hard to tell, honestly. There's a fine line between too much Taco Bell and demonic possession.

Just as I felt that I would bubble over and see a demon emerge from my body, cackling, there came a massive rumbling in my guts which quickly moved downward. I scrambled for the bathroom, not ready for what was coming, but thanking my stars that at least it wasn’t possession.