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So THIS is the power of Antique literature.
The following is a summary of an account of the death of Taxmoruw (Tahmuras), a mythical Persian king of the Zoroastrian pantheon
>Ahriman (Angra Mainyu), one of the most significant archfiends of this world, had been reduced to humiliation after his defeat by the hands of Taxmoruw, who tamed him and rode him like a horse from one end of the world to the other for thirty years. But after Ahriman learned of a particular recurring moment of the king's weakness in this constant voyage, he seized his chance and swallowed Taxmoruw's body, keeping him within his belly in the utmost secrecy for a long time.

>Meanwhile, Jamshid, Taxmoruw's devoted brother (not son, as in the Shahnameh), scours the world in search of his body until eventually he learns from Srosh, the well-nigh omniscient confidant of Ahura Mazda, that it is hidden in Ahriman's bowels. Jamshid begs Srosh to tell him some magical trick to retrieve the body from its unsavoury resting place, whereupon Srosh reveals that Ahriman loves two things above all else: music and anal sex. Acting on Srosh's advice, Jamshid then travels to the area where Ahriman is living and begins to sing. Attracted by the music, the demon duly appears and begins capering about and masturbating in anticipation of his other favourite activity.

>Jamshid agrees to penetrate Ahriman on condition that he first be allowed to remove Taxmoruw's body from the demon's bowels. The excited Ahriman agrees readily to the bargain and bends over, presenting his anus, whereupon Jamshid plunges his hand up the demon's rectum, deep into his belly, quickly pulls out his brother's corpse, places it on the ground and flees. Ahriman gives chase, but Jamshid runs on and on, taking care (as instructed previously by Srosh) not to look back at his pursuer and, more especially not to look him in the face. Ahriman tires and, baulked of both pleasure and prey, descends once more into hell.

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