THREE BOYS

The three boys walked into the old village.

They sauntered down the main street jostling each other like chimps.

Curtains twitched and eyes followed.

The boys were swigging cans of Red Bull and were looking forward to some stronger stuff they had in a Co-op carrier bag.

A bench at the the back of the cemetery beckoned them through the gate. 

One of the boys slapped a giant statue of a resting angel as he swaggered past the rows of graves.

"Gives you fuckin' wings! ha ha!" he quipped and the other two howled with laughter. It was going to be a right laugh tonight.

They sat down and handed out cans of lager.

"I need a piss!"

The boy stood over a World War II grave and peed across the headstone. 

"foo foo foo foo," he gunned mimicking an ack ack canon as he strafed the words.

"We'll meet again" turned darker.

In their revelry none of the youths had noticed eyes peering at them over the wall. More and more appeared as the sun began to set over the long dead.

The villagers gathered at the gate and filed in. About a hundred of them.

They walked with torches and mobile phone lights towards the rear plot, where the bench was.

"What the fuck do you want? " shouted one of the boys standing with arms spread defiantly, his beer spilling.

The villagers said nothing and stood three-deep in a half-circle around them.

"What's your fuckin' problem you old cunts?" roared the other boy launching an empty can into the gathering.

Unperturbed the assembly began to chant strange words and phrases, which grew louder the longer they went on.

"Sanguis", "Bibimus".

The boys, now frightened, ran at the crowd, but it was no use. There were too many. The villagers encircled them and smiled broadly.

Suddenly the village folk stopped. A sound could be heard. Large stones were grating as if something heavy had shifted.

The boys heard it too and were now scared as hell.

They hammered on the faces of the old folk, smashing their noses but the villagers just laughed.

The grating turned into a loud sizzling thump, thump as if something huge and hot was walking towards them on the path.

"You're in for it now you disrespectful scrotes!" the gathering shouted and howled with laughter as they parted to let something or someone through.

The three boys saw a vast dark shape enter the ring and stand up tall in front of them.

"Oh, fuckin' 'ell" one cried looking up at the face and pissed his pants.

The shape grew bigger as it outstretched huge wings over the boys and as the setting sun was blotted out completely they realised that this thing before them was the giant statue they'd laughed at earlier.

"Gives you fuckin' wings!" it hissed at them grinning widely, its sharp teeth slightly parted.

The congregation yelled with delight as the three were ripped apart and thrown into the air; blood spraying across the crowd as they scrambled for tasty pieces.

Some of them excitedly filmed it on their phones for later.

The dark angel turned, red gore dripping from its mouth and claws. It walked through the parting throng, its wings trailing behind.

They bowed their heads.

"Thankyou Lord Lucifer," they whispered as he passed.