Evelyn's Chronicle
Prologue
Samandriel had lived through some of the most dangerous times in history- the asteroid hitting the Earth, the Black Death, the Holocaust, and a million other hardships besides. He had felt the deaths of a billion creatures and mourned every one of them. and yet, the screws in his head were being slowly tightened in an attempt to unlock Heaven's secrets.
He knew in the recesses of his mind that someone other than the possessed doctor was in the room, being forced to watch. Power radiated off the mysterious figureand Samandriel drew energy from it, his Grace begging for help to help him keep from revealing everything he knew. The Energy was kind and most of his pain was held off by absorbing it. Still, the screws continued to tighten and his mind and body screamed in pure agony. With the mixture of his dangerous knowledge and the angel coding, Samandriel was valuable. His death was not imminent, and the Energy kept everything at bay. For that, Samandriel was exceedingly grateful.
The other figure in the room was named Ana, but to most people in this room she would be Evelyn. Of the few that had known her real name, most were dead, although not necessarily by her own hand. Samandriel had drawn her attention with his call for help. Burning bushes were not themselves uncommon, but the circumstances surrounding this burning bush were what drew her. Now here she was, tied to a chair doused in Holy Oil and using all her spare energy to help the angel opposite her.
She had not been an original test subject. Ana had just come to save Samandriel, and she'd been well prepared. Fifteen demons were killed by her hand when seven of the remaining encircled her and managed to get lucky with an arsenic blade. Arsenic was the poison of Kings and it was funny to her that arsenic was her weakness. Ana was no King or Queen, those days were long ago. And here she was, still bound to a pitiful metal chair with pins stuck through her head. Oh what had she gotten herself into?
Ana heard his vessel screaming in his mind and threw her own head back in a desperate attempt to control all of the emotions flying around her. The effort caused Ana her own pain. The doctor noticed her silent pain and didn't like it. He wanted to hear her scream, to see her writhe in agony that only he could create.. No wonder he was a demon. He loved the power it gave him, the strength to achieve anything he desired; in this case, to cause an immortal goddess to feel unbearable torment.
So he did just that.
He drew up the arsenic-encrusted screw and drove it into her skull. Her scream shattered the beaker into a thousand miniscule shards of jagged glass. The pain could no longer register in her mind after four screws, every single one rubbed and dunked in the one thing that could harm her. It was undefinable blinding agony. Even the demon's eardrums began to shudder under the continued pressure. Samandriel was too blind to do anything at this point
Eventually the doctor had to refrain from continued tests when Ana spoke through gritted teeth "Bydd mellt yn disgyn ar chi" He quickly scrawled it down and left to inform Crowley.
Ana's steel eyes settled on the Samandriel,who was trying to remove the screw from his skull.
"It's no good Samandriel. They'll catch you before you go anywhere." He didn't say anything, and instead of convincing him against it, Ana added her own mental power against the screw. It was iron, and wouldn't be very difficult to maneuver if she were at full power. As it was, she lacked the power to solve this issue.
She then turned her attention to the pins in her head, which were covered in arsenic. The pain had dulled now that they weren't being driven into Ana's cranium, but her nerves were still making it clear that they were burrowed in.
Just as Samandriel his message to his superiors, lo and behold, the King of Hell narrowed her eyes. Val, her brother and only living relative, inhabited Hell. He had never made a deal with a demon, and this injustice still grated at her (or something). (This is also a story for another time)
"Ah, Miss Ana Dante. It's nice to see you again. How's the family? Oh. Silly me, they're either roasting in Hell or dying in Purgatory. Whoops." His eyes glittered with malice. Speaking past the pain, which only the adrenaline of her family being insulted allowed her to do, Ana opened her mouth "Hello Crowley. How's the son? Oh that right. Silly me. He hates you and is spilling information about you to anyone who asks. Now there's a healthy relationship." Crowley could piss her off more than almost any other creature, and it was mostly because of his love of hurting the creatures she loved.
The king's countenance did not change except in the slight upward twitch of his mouth. A long-fingered hand slashed down onto her face and the pale shape that was Ana's head whipped to the side. She sighed and turned to face Crowley who grabbed her face, making sure to put extra pressure on Ana's newest wound. "You will not speak unless spoken to, scum. Do I make myself clear." The last words were a question with no space for an answer. Crowley gestured to the pins in her head and, without turning from his threatening posture in front of Ana, asked,"What are these for?" The doctor was all too eager to respond,
"Thosepinsareforencroachingonthemindofthegod- breath- andthey'rereallydoingagoodjobshescreamedearlier-breath-andsoIcalledyoutoifindoutmynextcourseofactionand-"
Crowley stopped the speeding words and said, "Tell me again slowly enough for someone to understand, doc." The sneering tone warned the doctor of his current weak standing with the King. A deep breath penetrated the tension-filled room. The whiny, reedy voice of the doctor echoed loudly in the silence.
"Those pins are for encroaching on the mind of the god and they're really doing a good job. She screamed earlier and so I called you to find out my next course of action." He recited his previous words with overdramatic emphasis. Crowley remained unimpressed. "You told me she said something."
"Yessir."
"Do you remember it?"
"Yessir."
Crowley made a "go on" gesture and the man handed over the words that could save her. He scanned it, eyes flashing angrily. The King spun to Samandriel and twisted one of the countless screws in his head. Tthe scream broke the pieces of glass littering the dirt floor. Blood gushed from the wound into his eyes. They clouded again in pain and Crowley hissed, "I can feel your pain. I know when you try to heal yourself. Don't try it unless you want more screws in that dense head of yours."
Samandriel nodded, gulping nervously and Crowley did not shy away from telling them of his pleasre. After the laughter died down, Ana's most recent head-screw twisted with sudden pressure. She screamed and Crowley continued laughing elatedly. Her options narrowed if she wished to survive. "Go on little god. Whittle away at your options. I've got time." Her mind burned with the arsenic blasting through her system, and her reactions slowed. Her head flew back again and fuzzy grey came into her field of vision. This time the doctor twisted a screw on the right side of her head and it punctured her brain.
The scream was heard for miles.
It excelled the scale of human hearing. And shattered anything remotely glass in a five mile radius. Just in the warehouse room with its dirt floor and torturing devices, the roof flapped and the doctor's eardrums exploded. With blood coming out his ears, a gag was retrieved and placed painstakingly over her pink mouth. The scream was silent for a minute, and then it started. It shook the walls and Ana's eyes were screwed shut, tears pouring out. She screamed and screamed and screamed, never seeming to stop until Crowley twisted the screw out of her precious mind. "There you little bitch. Happy?"
She did not respond.
Crowley screamed, slapped, cut and burned Ana's body trying to receive a response. And none came. Then his eyes lit up with the same malicious intent they'd held earlier. He laughed maniacally, and the doctor took the bait. "What's so funny sir?"
Crowley stopped laughing to tell the doctor "She's locked in her own mind! The undefeated goddess retreated into her mind! Ha-ha!" Had Crowley been alone, he probably would have started dancing. Judging by the confusion on the doctor's face, he didn't know what this meant, but Samandriel's (you'd almost forgotten he was there) eye's widened and he broke briefly from his detachment to the world and gaped. That was not good, not good at all. Meanwhile, Crowley, in his jubilation, went on to explain "It means she'll relive all her memories! The world has no god anymore; I can finally take it Hell without her pesky know-it-all brother over my shoulder. I could have centuries to myself!" The doctor finally felt the fear of Lucifer in his blackened heart and backed into the wheeling cart of torturing devices, deciding his next move. He enjoyed being a demon, and had no wish to go back to Hell or anywhere else Death might send him.
Crowley was still happy and decided to temporarily leave Samandriel be and informed the doctor to take a break from his duties. This was something Crowley was going to do himself.