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Pilgor the Plunderer, Plate #7

Pilgor the Plunderer Portfolio, Plate #7

1981. Toutain Editior. 37,6 x 46,8 cm. B&W. [nico,plogg]

Printed in: Pilgor the Plunderer [SPA] (1981)

Plate #7: “Pilgor Drops in at Dinner Time”
1 plate. s-Bruce Jones. a/r-Richard Corben. B&W.

With the giggling hiss of the demented, Hunghoul lashed Ammora’s delicate wrists together with a cruel relish and rolled the pale beauty onto her stomach. Eyes popping lustfully at the piteous, writhing form, the ancient grave-licker drew taloned claws to his loose-fitting robe and parted the mummified shroud, exposing the long, throbbing shaft of his blade. Grasping the hilt almost lovingly, the demented worm-sucker fondled its obscene length a moment, gouts of evil-smelling saliva dripping from his twisted mouth. Then, positioning himself over the ivory mounds beneath him, he readied himself for the initial thrust.

A heart-stopping scream sounded behind him. Hunghoul turned in surprise to find Pilgor leaping into the sacrificial circle, broadsword in hand. Steel-tight sinews and decomposed flesh met in a clash of ringing metal as the two combatants lurched across the floor of skulls. But, as before, Pilgor soon found his opponent impossible to disembowel. No matter how many countless wounds he opened in the ageless belly, there issued nothing from the crumbling flesh save rivulets of puss and stringy streams of writhing maggots. In time, Pilgor found himself pressed irresistibly to the earth, Hunghoul’s sword but inches from his pulsing throat. But even as the ghoul king’s blade pricked the youth’s tender flesh, there came an ominous rumbling from above and Hunghoul cast his eyes heavenward with fear-glazed surprise. Croaking like a stuck toad, he leapt from Pilgor’s puzzled form as rain drops pelted down upon them. Talons flying, throat screaming obscenities, the rotted carrion-eater sought frantically to dig himself a grave of freedom from the cleansing fires of the purifying summer storm. Too late. A wail of defeated agony echoed with the rolling thunder as the rain descended in a fresh torrent and evil Hunghoul dissolved in a slime-slick pool of bubbling putrescence.

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