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Hello! So, this is just a snippet of Alastair's tortuing someone who's faithful. It's short, but I hope you like it!
Torture Session
"You gullible little kiss-ass," the demon Alastair sneered as he made another slash into his victim. "Now I enjoy all torture," he started to explain in a gravelly voice. "It's my thing. But torturing all of you believing, religious yahoos…" Alastair paused, sliding a knife into the being before him. "Every cut I make into you just puts a smile on this handsome face."
Alastair's torturee inwardly groaned, but he made no verbal noise. His head, suddenly feeling too heavy for his neck, drooped downward onto his chest as his eyes closed. The rope around his hands and feet hadn't given any slack, not that he expected them to. The knots were tied by Alastair himself.
"You're just another fanatic loon," he taunted, eyeing the knife in his hand, inspecting the blade to make sure it was sharp enough. "There's no proof that God is out there, you know," he casually mentioned to get a rise out of his victim. By now, any sound at all would've been a pleasure to hear. "Nope. Your whole life is wasted. You're a slave to any superior and obey every order given to you like a trained attack-dog. Any why?"
Alastair professionally put the knife in at an angle and started to peel away a thin layer of skin. "On a hunch. A guess. A stupid hope that God is out there and actually cares about you." Alastair kept that knife in the helpless, restrained being, and grabbed another knife from his collection to stick into him. "You know, either way, it's a lose-lose situation. Think about it." The demon bent over close to the bleeding form's face. "If there is a God out there, He doesn't even give a crap about Earth. In fact, He cares so little He won't even show Himself to anyone except His few favorites."
Alastair could hear the sharp, gasping breath that the other struggled to take, trying to breathe through the pain. Still, the demon had yet to receive any rise out of his victim, or even a cry of pain. That fact alone was beginning to bother him.
"And if there isn't," Alastair scoffed. "Well, I guess that means you wasted your entire life on a lie. Pitiful both way, ain't it kid?"
With his 'speech' done for the time being, Alastair went all out, slashing and knifing his way through and around the trembling victim's body. Only the sound of blood dripping down the body and knife were the only sounds being heard. Until the pre-mute form finally did speak.
"There is a God," he started with dignity and confidence. "I have faith."
Alastair made another quick slash with the knife and pulled it back near his face in order to show the blood trickling down it. He shook his head in a mocking way at the bold defiance that had just been show from the creature, relishing in the fact that he was finally starting to break down.
"By the time I'm finished with you, Castiel, you won't."
So, as of now, that's the end. I hope you enjoyed! I am thinking of maybe putting this scene into a story and expending it to a longer, more detailed version with the whys/hows/where/and whats, but this is it for right now. Whould you be interested in an extended version of this plot, or do you like it as it is? Leave a review to tell me so!
P.S. Thanks for reading!