The Unholy

I'd heard of a tale from a man.
That appeared before me.
Ten feet tall.
He was a faceless man.
With a serpents leg to stand.
He bellowed unto me.
Have you ever felt the thunder.
Under dark clouds of rain.
Opening doors that hold all souls.
As lightening strikes them down.
Beware of gods who come laughing.
As the wicked old man suddenly said.
I'll give you endless strengths.
And powers for you to hold.
And all the riches.
Of a wealthy mans gold.
But you must follow one unholy law.
You must sign in blood of a dagger.
From a virgins blood you draw.
He laughed deeply.
Without a single sound.
It came from hell that thundered.
And the lightening that it bound.
I trembled in fear.
As if it were demons.
In hooded cloak.
And in a flash that he appeared.
He was gone in a wisp.
Of fire and smoke.
Now I ask you.
Now have you ever felt the thunder.
Under dark clouds of rain.
Opening doors that hold all souls.
While lightening strikes them down.
I've told this story in doubt of faith.
A millions times before.
I'm the devil in disguise.
Shall I say more.
Hahahahaha.