I don't own The Devil's Rejects or any of its characters.
NOTE: I'm pretty sure I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing here...wanted to write one of these fanfics and tryin to see if it will work. I'm well aware that I'm going to use a somewhat supernatural element here so don't bitch at me that it doesn't fit because you don't think it's reality. It's a story. If you don't like it, move on.
Timeline Note: this will begin in Hell, right after they've all been shot up by the cops.
Character Note: This will not be a "soft" story. The main character will likely be Otis because I love him. He's not a nice guy, doesn't do nice things, doesn't say nice things, if you're sensitive, don't read this. You should know better anyways. It's Otis for fuck's sake.
FINAL NOTE: please, please leave a review for me.
Devil Man
Chapter One: Meeting Their Maker
What had been absolute darkness and complete lack of feeling was now searing heat, making every wound scream in pain. All three of them were able to open their eyes at the same time. They were back in their basement, it seemed, all tied up to chairs just as before. Looking closer, as Spaulding and Baby started freaking out, Otis noticed that this wasn't their basement, it just looked like it at first.
The room they were in was terribly distorted and the floor beneath their feet was stone, not the old, dusty hard wood they'd known. Plus, the heat wasn't coming from any visible fire, it just seemed to set like the worst desert in existence, not radiating from any specific place or the fire he remembered.
"Shut the fuck up for a minute!" he snapped at the two on either side of him.
"Fuck you, I-" started Spaulding, Baby spitting practically the same words simultaneously.
"We're not back in the fucking house! Look! Look at the fuckin floor or the walls!" snarled Otis. His partners in crime quieted and actually did look around, both becoming more confused by the second.
"Where the fuck are we?..." muttered Spaulding. A deep, powerful, harsh voice answered them, seeming to come from nowhere in particular.
"You're in exactly the state of being and place that you've tried to simulate for every victim you've ever had." said the voice, sounding amused. Spaulding and Baby looked utterly confused and almost a little pissed off. Otis, however, now figured it out.
"Hell." he said. The voice chuckled as a father would when his child answers a question with a particularly humorous response.
"Very good, Daniel." said the voice.
"What? Why the fuck did you call him Daniel?" blurted Baby, looking around for the source of the voice.
"Because he's Lucifer." answered Otis, wondering if his adoptive sister was in denial about where they were. They jumped as what sounded like a clap of thunder resounded when the Devil applauded.
"Fuck...well, we was gonna end up here eventually anyways." muttered Spaulding.
"Yes, you were, Robert." answered the Devil, somewhat within view. They could see a shadowed figure a few yards away, up a little high, seeming to be sitting in a chair. The room was beginning to dissolve but they remained tied to the chairs, wounds that Wydell had given them were suddenly reopening, previously pained muscles starting to throb.
"So what's our punishment, then? You just gonna have us relive torture over and over again?" asked Otis, almost impatiently.
"No, no, no. That wouldn't be nearly as severe a punishment as you all deserve. You in particular, Daniel, deserve more pain than even my most vicious of demons could cause you. I have you down for practically every sin in the book, multiple times! You've murdered, raped, committed necrophilia, stole, blasphemed, and even worshipped me...It's hard for me to believe you're even human." answered the Devil, sounding extremely entertained.
"Why didn't God dish out his judgment?" asked Otis.
"He did, before you even died. To have you stand before him up there would stain Heaven itself. Your soul is that of an ancient demon rather than a man. He deems your partners here nearly as bad, bad enough to send you all straight to me and allow me to have judgment upon you. Not even Hitler earned that, my children..." chuckled the Devil.
"So...so what're you gonna do with us?" asked Baby, a little fearful.
"Baby...Or as Daniel here named you at birth Angel Baby. I was wondering when you'd finally speak up. I'm glad you've asked. What I'm going to do with all of you is highly unprecidented. Never been done before. I'm excited to see it's results."
"So what is it?" asked Otis, sounding impatient again. Somehow, even though he couldn't see the Beast, he felt the Devil was smirking at him.
"I'm going to return you all to earth, to human form." answered Lucifer.
"What? And ain't we in human form now?" asked Spaulding.
"I said you're all going back to earth. And no, you're just souls right now. I chose to place you in what appears as human form down here so as to make you feel pain again. It amuses me."
"Why are you sendin us back?" asked Otis, almost sounding angry about it.
"I have rules to abide by. I torture twisted, sinful human souls for eternity. However, as I said, your souls are more like demon souls. I wouldn't be able to torment you as harshly as deserved because of that. Besides, I would like for you to continue what you do on earth. You complete atrocities that my demons can rarely do, because you're humans up there. I want more of it." answered the Devil.
"If you're sendin us right back to that damn car, we'll just got shot up again and come back to you." said Spaulding. Now all three of them felt the all powerful, evil being smile.
"I'm not. I'm sending you to a different time, all in different places. I want to see what you can all do on your own. You'll eventually meet up, don't worry."
"When?" asked Otis.
"In a moment. I'd like us all to chat a little while longer."
"About what?" asked Baby.
"Anything, everything, nothing at all. I'm sure you'd like to learn about your father and adoptive brother. I can tell you whatever truths about them that they prefer to hide. Ask away." answered Lucifer.
"Fine. Why did you call Otis 'Daniel'?" she asked.
"Because that was his birth name. A name that suited him well for where he grew up. His mother was raped and died giving birth to him in an orphanage. The Nuns named him after Daniel who survived in the lion's den. Ironically enough, that's practically what they sent him to not long after his birth." explained the Devil, Spaulding looked just as interested and shocked as Baby, never having known anything about Otis's past.
"Stop." said Otis, suddenly. He regretted speaking a second later, realizing that Satan would only elaborate even more if he knew Otis didn't want to relive any of it again. He felt the sinister grin again and looked down.
"Stop? I'm getting to the good part. I was just about to tell your little family here what the lions did to you, Daniel. It's fairly important since it made you what you are. See, the family Daniel was sent to took special interest in him at a young age. His alcholic adoptive father liked to see how hard he could hit or kick little Daniel before something broke, in between beating his adoptive mother. She, in turn, hated her husband and drank often herself. When she'd be drunk, she liked to touch Daniel in private places and tell him he wasn't allowed to say anything about it. As I'm sure it's easy to understand, this created a very confused and angry little boy." said Lucifer, feeding off of the internal pain and rage that began to vibe from Otis.
Baby and Spaulding turned and looked at him with shocked gazes as the Devil continued.
"When this confused and angry boy finally hit puberty, it only got worse. Eleven year old Daniel received harsher beatings which had escalated from punches and kicks to burns and cuts, fueling more sadistic rage within his hardening heart. His adoptive mother finally went from just touching his undeveloped prick to flat out forcing him to have sex with her. Taking his virginity without his permission. This all climaxed and came to an end not long after, didn't it, Daniel?" asked Lucifer, his voice taunting.
"You tell me, you're gonna anyway." snarled Otis. The Devil chuckled.
"Fake Father came home and caught her doing that to you, except he refused to believe that she was forcing herself on you. He thought it the other way around and accused you of raping her. He threatened to cut your dick off and backed you against the wall, preparing to do it until you managed to wrestle the scissors from him and stabbed them into his neck. You watched him bleed out with a smile, having practiced on small animals for a while, then advanced upon Fake Mother. You stabbed her repeatedly in the stomach and returned to fucking her, intending to do it this time. Twelve years old, you left that house that night and roamed, changing your name to your favorite Groucho Marx character. You repeated what you did and experimented with new types of torture and murder, fucking corpses for the first time, and eventually meeting the woman you'd know as Mama Firefly." finished the Devil, chuckling as though this was the most amusing story he'd ever heard.
Otis felt Baby and Spaulding staring at him but didn't look over, his cold, cruel eyes stared up at where he felt the Devil's eyes were looking down at him.
"Robert, is it your turn?" asked Lucifer, looking away from Otis and ignoring his stare.
"I don't really have a fuckin say, do I?" asked Spaulding, shrugging.
"No, you don't. Your story isn't as entertaining anyways. Your mother died when you were a toddler, leaving you with your father who'd been in and out of mental institutions for a while. Your father opened that museum/gas station and managed to stay out of trouble while running it. You inherited his insanity and the family business when he died, right after your hero earned his Oscar. Somewhere in there, Mama Firefly got pregnant and your little Angel here was born. Before that, you met Daniel here and began accepting his work into your museum. Not too much to tell, is there?" asked Satan. Spaulding shrugged again.
"Both of these two here already knew all that, cept my birth name." he said.
"And how about you, Baby Angel? Should we tell some of your secrets? I don't believe your father knows a few things..." said the Devil, snapping her attention from staring at Otis to him.
"What? Daddy doesn't have to know." she said.
"Know what?" asked Spaulding, looking from his beloved daughter to the Devil. Lucifer chuckled.
"Let's tell him, then. Now, Robert, I'm sure you're aware that Baby spent lots of time when with her mother, with her blood brothers Rufus and Tiny, and with her adoptive big brother she knew as Otis. I'm sure she never told you, but Otis was her favorite in the family. She spent more time with him than even her mother sometimes. He taught her all kinds of things about art, life, killing, and then the day came where she hit puberty at the early blooming age of ten. Do you know what he taught her about then, Robert?" asked the Devil. Spaulding was now shaking with rage and trying to get out of the chair.
"You son of a fuckin bitch, I'll rip your fuckin nuts off!" he shouted at Otis.
"Now, now, Robert. He never fully fucked her but things were touched, areas played with, instruction given, fingers and tongues placed where they didn't belong..." chuckled the Devil, smirking as more rage flooded through Spaulding.
"Daddy, stop it!" exclaimed Baby, looking at her father. The Devil laughed heartily.
"Alright, alright. I think we've had enough fun here. Time to send you all back. Have fun and make me proud or else I'll keep you here next time and dish out as much punishment as I can possibly manage." threatened Lucifer.
None of them were looking at him but all heard him. Before they could reply or protest in any way, everything went to empty, isolated darkness again.
*(okay, since I've no fuckin idea where I'm goin with this story, it would do me a lot of good for you to leave me reviews. I don't want this story to die out because I never went back to it. Please please leave me some feedback and I'll post the next chapter as soon as I possibly can )**