103 - PS: Halloween 2013, The Hell-Mouth Opens

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Preemptive Strike: Halloween 2013, The Hell-Mouth Opens

HELL

Humans were pitiful and amusing...and sometimes even tasty. This human that she was presently torturing was just fucked. "It is All Hallows Eve on Earth," Satan snickered but then became thoughtful. "A time when the veil parts and spirits can be seen. I understand Rene, that you warned a human of awful times and bad things that were to come to her on this last cursed event."

His reply could not be heard above his screams as he continued to be tortured.

"After all, this is Hell. We do not take kindly to you being absent without our explicit permission." Those in the throne room nodded in agreement. Sometimes they got the left overs, sometimes not. It did not matter as long as they were not entertainment or worse...the meal.

Satan was not pleased with this one. He had bragged about escaping, if only for a matter of moments. This just fueled her anger. "Especially to warn a human, one that had the possibility of being one of ours if her situation became desperate, enough. Because of your warning, I understand that she is lost to us forever. This does not make us very happy and I can tell by your screaming that it does not make you very happy, as well. Toast him for a while," Satan smiled as she turned to her minion, Lathe. "Slowly.

You had so many opportunities," she hissed, "to persuade her to join us, you little fucking human worm. Lost...my dinner is lost because of you..."

"She was old and used by many," he screamed in his defense. "Her goodness imparted to the bastards that she bore. Not a tantalizing morsel for you," he cried in his never-ending agony. "But..but...there is such a one. Fresh, lovely...not quite human...magic was whispered about her. I almost had her...almost..." his screams carried above the other wailing.

"Not human," she leaned in, intrigued. "Magic? How is she not human?"

"I..." his screams intensified as the torturer cut him deeper with the fire.

Cutting her eyes to Lathe, he stepped back from this putrid piece of weak flesh that was his to enjoy for the moment.

"How," Satan could feel the drool on her chin. "How was she not human...this magic...you could see it?"

"I," he gulped, trying to gasp for air that his lungs no longer required. "I do not know. I only heard rumors. But you have her lover, here. He would know.

She loves him," he sobbed. "her name is Sookie Stackhouse and they were lovers...I tried to kill her, but he was vampire and he used his powers to stop me. It is his fault that she still lives and is not here with you now."

"What is his name," she grinned, "this lover of hers."

"Bill, William Compton. He is here, I know he is. He was a vampire. He betrayed her. He took her love, her faith in him and he betrayed her."

"Bring me-e-e-e-e-e," the voice slithered out of the lips that had once been used to sing praises to its maker, "William Compton. I understand he has knows this...this Sookie Stackhouse," the words slithered with desire out of her mouth. "I desire to taste his essence and perhaps have him kiss my ass," she snickered. "And just perhaps, I will keep him as my pet once I have Sookie at my side and on my table. I desire something fresh and tinged with magic. She will do nicely.

Mmm, betrayal..." she sighed and then bellowed because her instructions had not been followed. "Bring me this William Compton, vampire that once walked Earth."

"What of this one?" Lathe asked. He was only being polite. He knew the answer.

"Continue to cook him," she smiled, "and then feast upon him, yourself."

An emaciated Bill was chained into position, down on all fours, his head buried in the foulness that was the floor. He howled in despair as he was feasted upon by those with more strength than himself. It did not help his self esteem any that he was the entertainment as he bawled for understanding, forgiveness, and mercy. That vileness that surrounded him just laughed and mocked him.

"I will do anything," he screamed. "Anything. Just say the words. I am yours tocommand."

"Well yes," she snickered, "you are. This is truth that you speak. You are here for my amusement. Now, I want you to begin by telling me about yourself," she sat back on her throne and enjoyed the spectacle that this one entertained her with. With non-interest she listened to his blathering about his human upbringing and then his time as vampire.

What she delighted in the most was when he would be violated during the course of his story when he did not expect it and he would scream in agony.

His head was pulled out of the filth and turned so that he could see the fire that burnedbeside his head and scorched his hair and caused his eyes to sizzle. Bill could only watch in horror as the fire burned hotter and what could only be a branding iron was added.

Satan was watching him being abused and was calling encouragement when the branding iron was used to mark him as her personal property. His screams were doubly sweet. There was the pain of the iron and the pain of the brand, itself. A part of her agony was transferred to him in that branding. He now screamed with the hunger that she knew.

"King Bill," she smiled sweetly at him, "how charming that while on Earth you were a king, King of the Louisiana vampires," she laughed. "But what you have left out is that you loved a human by the name of Sookie Stackhouse. That she loved you. That you loved her," she laughed in glee. "Betrayal," she grinned at him and winked. "Does she still perhaps, love you?"

"Sookie," he sobbed, "she is the one great love of my life. Of course she loves me. She understood. I did those things to keep her safe. It was not betrayal, but love for her that I did those things. Her grief was unquenchable when I was plucked from the Earth."

That was interesting. Did he honestly believe that? That did not sound like human shit wrapped in lies that he was talking...that almost sounded like truth.

"She has magic?" she asked, watching him to see if he lied.

"Yes oh great one. She is fae. Fairy. A descendent of the royal house. A fairy princess. "

Bill could see desire on Satan's face and perhaps a better life for himself.

"I..." Bill sobbed, "I am here and she walks the Earth. If I could, o' great one, I would be of assistance to you. I would tell her how honored she is to be desired by one such as yourself."

The slap raked across his face. The razor sharp nails blinded him.

"You have no idea how honored she is," Satan screeched at him. "Tell me what you know of her...and perhaps...just perhaps...there will be a way for you to walk the Earth in her place while she would fill the hole that you left."

"You want me to doom her to Hell?" he gasped as tears formed in his eyes, a mournful wail rising from him.

"Well yes," she replied. "Your freedom for hers."

"My, my freedom?" he raised hopeful eyes to his master, a smile in his heart and on his lips.

"Tell me," she smiled at him, her teeth glistening in the light of the torture devices, "that she reeks of magic. A magic that is pure and sweet. "

"Yes," he answered as he was unchained and pulled into a kneeling position before her. "She is so sweet. She is fairy, on her grandfather's side. Finton was the fae sire, a prince of the fae realm. Her blood, so light upon the tongue. To swallow such as her is to taste the sublime. Magic...the smell that wafts around her is ambrosial."

A nasty grin covered Satan's face. "Fae..." she said dreamily. "It has been a while since I have feasted on such."

Cutting her eyes to Compton, she did not believe him for one fucked–up minute. "Tell me," her eyes burned malice into him. "What is the fae talisman?"

"What?" he whispered.

"What," she leaned out and spit on him, "is the fae good luck charm? What allows them to travel back and forth between the worlds?"

Bill saw his way out of here and it did not bother him to tell anyone what he knew. Not if it would give him back his nights on Earth. "A circle. The fae come and go through a circle. Anything that is a circle."

"It is good that you knew the answer," she smiled at him, her eyes speaking of horrible pleasure yet to come. "A hell mouth will open for you in such a manner, inside a circle on their property. Get her to step inside the circle and you may step out.

I want her," Satan sat back on her throne. "I want her here with me. She will tingle with magic and I want her to tingle inside of me. On Earth, it will be All Hallow's Eve. Since you are newly arrived, you can step across the veil and speak to her. Entice her to come to you and then when she steps into my circle of authority, you can step out."

Bill felt the orgasm overtake him.! His sweet Sookie would offer her all so that he could be set free. He had scores to settle. He was starting with Northman. He had learned some new tricks while he had been here. With pleasure he would chain Eric and his bitch of a child and grandchild and his nights would not be so boring.

"Pleasure me," was all she said as she relaxed back into her throne. "I want her and you are going to bring her to me."

He felt the yank on the chain as he was hauled before the throne of the defiled one.

"Around back," she smiled, "I want him to start by kissing my ass."

The Old Stackhouse Farmhouse

"Mmmmm-hmmm! My little mans, what cho's doin's in that there flour bin? That there's was the perfect dive! I gives you a 12 out of 10 for your divin' goodness and suches. All God's angels are agree'n with me on that one. Not one bit of flour is there a dancin' in that little bits of sunshines. Yous did not even create a ripple on the top."

"My big mans," OI's head popped up. "I am ghostin' myself up for Hallowe'en! Prepp'n and rehearsin' for tonights special celebration. There will be tricks and treats and chocolate-ee goodnesses and suches in towns. We wills be walkin's and booin's with our Prince Hunter and the babies. Why," he carefully wiped a tear away, "our great and good Grandma Berry has spoken of smallish Were minced-meated pies to perhaps be passed out to a favored few who does stop at her door and calls out the magical pass words of tricks or treats!"

Lafayette had to roll his eyes at that. Mince-meated and then some. All The Realm was in an uproar! Every since Grandpa Hugh had let that slip, on purpose, Lafayette thought, no computer was safe. There was always someone or several someones hunched over a monitor watching old Abbot and Costello movies and boxes upon boxes from Buy arrived daily at their door.

"Yous listens to yous La-La. Just be carefuls as you goes with you's bad ghosted self outs and abouts today! You is lookin' like suches of the spirits world! There is enough of the fae goodnesses in Bon Temps that yous could be rebukes and sent back to yous grave. Boo and be spooked! You is so ghosty lookin'! Scarin' me now... and I can't be havin's that. Got this here pumpkin' goodness and suches and baby kisses to collect."

OI wiggled his eyebrows and smiled. "My big mans, I done watched The Brady Bunchesand The Addams Family and Addams Family Values. And after the tricks and treats this fine booish evenin', I am sure 'nuffs lookin's forward to comin' home to the Hallowe'en Party Mr. Erics and Miss Sookie is havin'. Apples for dunkin' and jacks for carvin' and that merriest of go-rounds-abouts! And I wants me a jack with a bottle of Sweet Baby Ray's carved into it. I is peerin' intos my futures and I sees that!"

"Sures to scare off any Were," Lafayette chuckled. "Howevers," he shook his finger at his bonded, "We wont's be playin' no wakin's-the-dead."

"My big mans, you is right...we will just let's wakin's-the-dead, dogs sleep . OI has decreed it so."

"Good! That is what I wants to hear. Now, I gots these pumpk'n treats in the ovens. Mr. Hunter will be here shortlys to help with the cuttin's. Right now, he is helpin's to burp the babies. Best you be comin's on out of the flour bins befores yous gets all measureds out by Mr. Eric. He is makin' pumpk'n waffles for breakfasts and I gots the pumpk'n ice cream already churned. "

OI was slowly swirling his way out of the flour bin. "My bigs mans...this pumpk'n bakin's is like the Thanksgivin's goodness that we celebrated last year on our Prince Hunter's first day of schools! Only with lots more chocolate-ee and other goodnesses that will go in our ticks or treats bag."

"Mmm-hmmmm," Lafayette nodded. "Yous will look like Mr. Charmin' is yous Mr. Lurch costume. So let's shakes off that flour and be thinkin's about breakfast."

"You rang?" thundered through the kitchen as OI came flying out of the bin and they both high-fived.

Hunter was sitting on the bed next to his Momma! He had baby Signy snuggled against him and he was lightly rubbing her back. There was a nice loud burp and then they both giggled.

"Momma, she's ready now."

Sookie kissed her oldest on the top of the head. "I bet your La La could hear that burp all the way to the kitchen."

Eric was rubbing Alrik on the back and at that time what could only be a belch escaped from his youngest son.

"And that one," Sookie turned around and kissed her baby boy on the nose, "that one could be heard all the way to the moon."

Alrik bubbled at her through his grin.

"Now, your Daddy is off to make waffles and I do believe your La La is already in the kitchen. I smell something yummy with pumpkin baking."

"My La La said that this Halloween is extra special 'cause we got enough brothers and sisters to go as The Wizard of Oz tonight for our tricks and treats."

"Yes," Sookie smiled at him, "I can not wait to see your Daddy as a flying monkey!"

Hunter leaned over and eyed his Daddy who was hovering off the bed and making monkey sounds.

"And all his little flying monkeys with him," Sookie chuckled. "You will be a sight to behold!"

Dear Readers,

I am at a drawdown to editing The Father's Daughter. So, time has now permitted me to write the plot line I have been carrying around since I pushed the "complete" button on Preemptive Strike.

...and so it begins...lolol...BOO!

I promised one or two there would be ghoulish delights around about Halloween. So here tis...

The follow on chapters of Hell Mouth should fall within the guidelines FF's Mature Teen. My stories will continue to reside on Fiction Pad under Carroll E. Stewart. On fiction pad you have to "log in". When you do so with a name, you will be able to access the MA+18 stories. And oh, you can now access fiction pad on your mobile device.

But you all know... in my heart I was just in need to take another cheap shot at Compton...sigh. Sometimes that itch just has to be scratched.

As always, thanks for reading!

Stake that freaking Compton and keep his nasty ass in Hell and bring on The Viking!

CES!