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Time in Hell
By : GrimLyght
Category: A through F > Dark Hunter
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- 1-Time in Hell
- 1
Discretion Advised
The sound of droplets continued to fall onto the dungeon floor. The smell of mildew and the faint scent of rotted flesh continue to fill the air even after all these years. The cell was small, but large enough for a metal, tacky table with objects displayed in an orderly fashion and a wooden post to the far corner opposite of the door. On the other side of the wall, shackles secured to brackets of enchanted iron, held a single prisoner.
The male's hair was damp from the humidity in the dark cell. His tawny flesh wet from the few droplets of foul water that continued to fall onto him. His body weak from lack of nutrients and his throat dry of dehydration. His muscles ached from not using them and remaining in a almost permanent position, his knees buckled under him with his arms raised over his head.
His once blonde hair was now filled with dirt and grime, wet from toxic water, and almost appeared brown. His blue eyes almost shut closed, eyelashes caked with tears and mucus. His lips chapped and blood stained, and his scent masked from the filth of lack of hygiene. He was disgusted in his own vulnerable state, but there was very little he could do.
Moving his arms to fight the numbness, the shackles recklessly began to cut into his flesh once more. Not even bothering to hiss from the pain, he just felt relieved to still feel something from his limbs. The scent of his blood began to fill the room, metallic almost. Better than the mildew and rotten flesh.
'How long as it been? A few days? Weeks? Months? Years, even?' He thought to himself. Being a demon, time had a way of passing by without realizing it. One moment it could be a month, then the next a year has passed by. Tilting his head to rest against his left shoulder and arm, he decided best to not think on it.
It wouldn't be long until Noir came back. The thought of the primal prick sent chills down his spine. He hasn't touched him yet, but he knew his time was coming. If not the god, than surely the low class demons that continued to lurk around. As the days continued to pass, Cyl could feel himself weakening more and more.
It wouldn't be long to actually die from mortal wombs, especially with the lack of blood to restore his own blood loss. Licking his dry lips at the thought, he could already picture himself drinking the finest of blood to feel his power come back completely. Even if the dream was hopeless, it gave him something to fight for. Nothing could satisfy his hunger more than virgin blood.
Shaking out of his thoughts, he eased down his heavy breathing as he listened to the sound of foot steps behind the heavy door. His heart slightly picked up, wondering if this would be his last time granted peace. Wanting to curse himself, he knew he should have enjoyed his time alone for just a bit longer.
The footsteps gotten louder and closer, and suddenly came to a abrupt halt behind the heavy door leading into Cyl's cell. 'No, please not now.' He prayed to himself and to whatever God was listening. He hoped for mercy, knowing this was it.
Noir brought his hand to his face, yawned and rubbed his eyes from the sleep he currently woke from. Surely his wife had the ability to put him to sleep after their lovemaking. He would have to fix that soon. A king couldn't afford to miss needed work if he passed out like a baby after sex. Grant it, it felt amazing but that's beside the point. 'And she wonders why I fuck servant maids.'
Shaking his head, he placed on his usual facade and listened to what was waiting from him in the cell. It had only been a week, and of course Noir hasn't forgotten about the male, but he did had meetings and such with other lords to attend to. And also finding the Malachai. Pushing the thoughts aside, a grin played behind his facade as he heard the faint heart beat rapidly thumping in his ears.
Of course the demon would fear him. Why wouldn't he? First he goes off sprouting rumors, than decides to sell valuable merchandise to neighboring enemies. The fool was just that, a fool; and Noir had everything planned on to make the fool suffer.
Not bothering to open the door with his hands, he used his telekinesis and stepped in once it was wide enough. Shutting the heavy door back, he flicked his wrist and a flame ignited on two torches that both hung across from each other on the walls. Stepping closer to the male before him, he smirked and shook off the foul scent the creature had. "Maggots and their ability to smell foul. Disgusting creatures."
Cyl looked up towards the god and scoffed. "At least..." He coughed and turned around in shame as he realized how badly his throat burned from lack of water. A single word was difficult to come up with and it left his throat even more dry and itchy.
"At least what, scum?" Noir taunted, letting the low rumble of his chuckle escape his lips for the male to hear. Laughing at the misery was something Noir truly enjoyed.
"Cunt!" Cyl mustered up, trying to gather enough saliva from his mouth to ease the flame. It was no use, his mouth was just as dry, and him shouting over to the depraved god didn't help his case any.
Noir shrugged along towards the table to his side. "At least I can speak. Unlike you, maggot, who can barely even say two words without coughing and sounding even more pathetic. I can get you something to drink, but I doubt it will do much for you." He taunted in his low, serene tone.
Cyl didn't doubt the words of the god. He knew if he accepted the offer, he was not going to like the result. Who knew what the evil prick was talking about? No, he rather refuse and not say another word. His voice was too precious to share with the likes of this god. Silence will be his redemption.
As always, Noir watched as his prisoner tried in vain to not show submission. 'That will change quickly. A weak mind such as his will break. This will in fact be a worthless game to play.' He thought, disappointed in that he would have to play with something such as scum to get his kicks. Well, the screams will be worth it, but only for so long until they would stop and cease to exist.
Despite the fact that Cyl was a lord, he was a weak one. A week and already his body was in shambles. Shame really. 'Should have let the hounds eat him.' Debating if the idea was good, he paused at touching the razor string while in thought. 'Actually, I do need to redecorate the counsel chambers. His blood and flesh shall do.'
Agreeing to his plan, he grabbed the razor wire and carefully placed it into his hands. His blood, even if little, will only heal the demon. 'Maybe that wouldn't be so bad? The longer he lives, the more fun I shall have!' Grinning at the idea, he gripped the wire tightly, his bare flesh cut into from the sharp razors and the scent of his blood filled the room. Such a pleasant scent, really. Almost toxic with the hint of something dark. Deadly.
Licking his lips at the smell of his own blood, he stepped forward to the demon and smirked. "Shall we begin by cutting off something very valuable?"
'Valuable?' Cyl's eyes widen in fear and shock. The smell of Noir's blood filled the cell, and he had to fight the urge to bare his fangs and lick the air. It was so hard to fight that urge, especially when he was starving. Biting his lower lip, he watched closely at the god. 'So, what will be most valuable in his eyes?'
"How about these?" Noir wrapped the wire around both his hands, his fingers tangling themselves to wrap them into hoops. "They are useless, but so sensitive when taken away." Speaking casually as if he were talking about the weather.
Cyl felt his heart beating in his ears as he watched a small arch-semi hoop angled against his chest. Holding his breath, he began to feel the razor slide down against his skin. The razor didn't have enough pressure to fillet him, but once it reached the areola, he felt the tell-tale signs of the razor digging into him. The pain was in fact the worst he felt in all his life, and the slower the god went, the more he wanted to cry out for him to stop.
Noir watched in amazement as he slid slowly down, watching the flesh of the male's areola hang with such a neat curve. Blood rushed out, hitting against the wire and his fingers, and sliding down to the male's naval. Licking his lips in excitement, he pulled further down until finally he reached the small hardened nub.
Cyl begged his body to not give in to the pain, but it was in vain! He felt his throat burn as he let out a cry of agony as he felt the razor slide further down, cutting the nerves of the most sensitive flesh on his chest. Once the nipple was released from him, he couldn't help but shout out in mercy. Words never forming, his body weakening more from the enchanting shackles and lack of blood, he felt himself fading quickly.
"Pathetic." Noir shook his head in disappointment as he finally sliced off the areola and nipple of the demon. "Passing out will only grant you more punishment."
Cyl refused to listen. No, he knew he couldn't handle much more pain. His body was weak, and he was seeing black. Hissing in pain, he felt the familiar skinning of his other nipple and knew that once the god was done with the second round, he'd pass out. Mercy will not be shown though, and this he knew deeply.
Noir, careful to cut the areola out completely in a neat circle, watched once more as the piece of flesh curled back and blood spurted out. Once he removed the little skin, he looked at his work and licked his lips. The blood just continued to pour down towards the male's naval, and as much as he wanted to taste the blood, he refused to lower himself to such a low class demon.
He had better taste than that. Standing up onto his feet, he looked down at the male who had his head fallen back and his eyes shut tight. His breathing even and heavy. 'Pathetic scum.' He thought. How dare this male pass out in his presence? A sly grin played over his lips. "Well, I guess I shall have to wake him up?"
Placing the wire back on the table, he grabbed a drill like object that had a very thin drill connected to it. Flicking on the switch, he watched the little drill turn on and send off a vibrating noise. Chuckling in thought, he squatted down before the male once more and waited until he was counting the seconds between each intake of the demon's breathing.
Between the third second between the exhale, Noir flicked the switch and pressed the drill against the open flesh of the male's chest. Careful not to dig too deeply, the last thing he wanted was to kill the male so soon.
Cyl immediately came awake at the pain. He let out another soul-screaming cry and shook violently at the terrible pain. The drill continued to grab the loose nerves and flesh, and twist them mercilessly around, causing the muscles to bunch and spasm as he continued to cry in utter agony. 'Please! Let it be over!'
As usual, Noir continued to watch. Titling his head in an observing fashion, he couldn't help but stop the drill, wait, then continue some more. It was quite fascinating watching the skin, flesh and muscles latch around something and then be viciously spun. But the sight of the blood spilling and splattering each time he stopped and began, was something that really had him focused.
'How many times will the flesh turn until it's no more?' He thought to himself. Deciding to test it, he counted out loud, ignoring the male's cries for mercy, and watched as the flesh turned to mush. 'Hmm, interesting.'
Turning his attention to the other side, he lifted the drill and began another observation. 'What if I swirled the drill around the wound? Would the flesh become mush as well?' Not wanting to wait any further, he began his tests.
Cyl chocked on a sob and shivered violently at the god stopped for a few seconds. The little relief he felt was great until he felt the drill spinning once again in the other wound. Except this time was different, oh gods how different it was! Cyl couldn't place what was happening, but he couldn't control the involuntary spasms his body displayed. He couldn't control anything anymore. He cried and shook, everything becoming worse and worse as he felt his wound ripping and shredding and the thought of imagining what was going on left the male to convulse.
Noir stopped, looking up at the male to see the sudden change. "Worthless maggot. You can't even handle a little bit a pain, maybe killing you will be best. I can't even enjoy this moment without you dying first! Pathetic!" Pulling away, he dropped the drill unceremoniously onto the table. Grabbing a couple spikes, he dipped them into low form of acid and walked over to the male. "At least you will die slowly."
Cyl finally coming around, he felt his body's spasms continue but at least the pain stopped. He tried to catch his breath only to have it taken away when he felt three spikes enter in his body. One in his right shoulder, penetrating out towards his back, while another was dug into his gut just above his pelvis. The third was the most painful. If he did live, he'd commit suicide shortly after, that much he knew.
Not wanting to look down, he cried and shook his head when Noir forced the male's head to look. Shutting his eyes, he refused. He knew where the final spike was. He could feel the acid bubbling inside him, ripping him apart and causing more pain than anything. But when he felt his eyes being forced opened, he felt his stomach clench. Belching, he couldn't believe it.
Right between his legs, a spike was shoved mercilessly between his scrotum. Even if he didn't die just yet, he refused to live. The bastard wanted to make sure of that. Looking back up, he saw the smug grin on his face. The bastard god won.
Noir just chuckled, pushing the male's head away from him and heading towards the door. He paused and looked over his shoulder. "I told you, I would take something valuable." Manically laughing, he opened the door using his powers and shut it behind him, leaving the demon shouting out in pain.
"Maybe I will use his head once everything is done. I am sure it will look pleasant in the counsel chambers." He mumbled in thought before sending out a message to everyone lurking demon to not 'touch' the new prisoner just yet.
Such a great way to spend his morning.
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Time in Hell	By : GrimLyght Category: A through F > Dark Hunter Views: 1543 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do NOT own or make money off of Dark Hunter.

Time in Hell