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disdain and malignity, while its unearthly ugliness
rendered it almost too horrible for human eyes. But
I scarcely observed this; rage and hatred had at first
deprived me of utterance, and I recovered only to
overwhelm him with words expressive of furious
detestation and contempt.
“Devil,” I exclaimed, “do you dare approach me?
And do not you fear the fierce vengeance of my arm
wreaked on your miserable head? Begone, vile insect!
Or rather, stay, that I may trample you to dust! And,
oh! That I could, with the extinction of your miserable
existence, restore those victims whom you have so
diabolically murdered!”
“I expected this reception,” said the daemon. “All
men hate the wretched; how, then, must I be hated,
who am miserable beyond all living things! Yet you, my
creator, detest and spurn me, thy creature, to whom thou
art bound by ties only dissoluble by the annihilation of
one of us. You purpose to kill me. How dare you sport
thus with life? Do your duty towards me, and I will do
mine towards you and the rest of mankind. If you will
comply with my conditions, I will leave them and you
at peace; but if you refuse, I will glut the maw of death,
until it be satiated with the blood of your remaining
friends.”
Abhorred monster! Fiend that thou art! The
tortures of hell are too mild a vengeance for thy crimes.
Wretched devil! You reproach me with your creation,
come on, then, that I may extinguish the spark which I
so negligently bestowed.”
My rage was without bounds; I sprang on him,
impelled by all the feelings which can arm one being
against the existence of another.
He easily eluded me and said-
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