Heaven Out of Hell
Mantineus-Apologies go out to John Milton, the writer of 'Paradise Lost', because this is yaoi, and Mr. Milton might be against that. But, if it makes you feel better, your story has inspired a few of my works. (What me and my friend's whom write in it, call The Hell Book, was due to this quote, too). And also to Neil Gaiman, because of 'The Sandman'. Before the angel interferes and says that the punishment will now serve a purpose to make you learn a lesson and to be the best person you can be.
Disclaimer-I own nothing!
Warning-Supernatural S&M-like things. I actually don't like S&M that much, but because its Hell, it's almost mandatory that I get carried away! Bwahahahahahahaha!!
"The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven."-Satan from 'Paradise Lost'.
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When I first came here I was scared. The fire raged on, engulfing everything in its wake as I stood on a small island of blazing, hot rock; the only thing protecting me from the hungry fire. And I knew not where I was. For all I knew I was dreaming, or maybe there was such an island with fire for water. Why not? If geass is possible, then why not this?
"Rolo!" A voice shouted angrily.
I jumped because I recognized it. The voice made me happy.
Lelouch stood behind me on the island, a scowl on his face, the fire from the perimeter masked his blazing eyes. His hands were behind his back like a general in a school uniform.(1)
"What's wrong, brother?" I asked. "How Did we get here?"
"'What's wrong'?" He mimicked, venom lacing his words. "'What's wrong'?"
He storms over to me and I smile. He slaps me across the face with such unsuspected force, knocking me off my feet, and landing on my side on the island, scorching my uniform and flesh.
I try to stand but Lelouch produces his other hand, revealing a whip, and lashes me, making me cry out. He smirks sadistically and does it once more. He does it many times until all I do is groan, laying, unmoving on the ground.
He picks my weak body up by the scruff of my uniform. My body is slack; the only thing keeping me up is my brother.
"You are pathetic." He said. "You are meaningless. A fly. You deserve nothing but my hatred!"
He lets go and I fall, landing on my face, breaking my nose.
A few minutes later I feel better. My wounds have healed and I stand up. It was apparently day two: He used needles; sticking them all over my body, hitting nerves and long needles to puncture organs, and a drill on my teeth. After he finishes, he tosses me into the fire. Of course I screamed when he did the prior, and I screamed even worse when he did the latter, the fire burning my flesh, making the needles hot, scorching my flesh and organs even worse until they melted, the liquid metel sticking to what was left of my flesh and organs, eating through everything. I stop screaming, my body stops moving. I've died. I think Lelouch fishes me out of the fire. Then I come back minutes later.
The third day he uses a rack in which he straps me on and with a knife, strips me naked and afflicts my body with horrors and pain never thought imaginable. But, when he's done, my wounds heal and my uniform comes back.
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I don't know when I thought this. Perhaps it was just an epiphany. A revelation I had acquired through unknown circumstances. But I waited until day seven to really try it out.
He used a spike tipped whip. And when he used it, I moaned. His eyes widened with disgust and horror. He scowled and stood in my face.
"What's wrong with you, you sick little worm?" He spat, his saliva splattered upon my face.
"I just realized something, brother." I said, a loving grin on my face. "All that you do to me is because you love me."
He looks disgusted and he grabs me, pulls me closer, our faces touching. His eyes glow with a fire that rivals the flames around us.
"I. Hate. You!" He growls, tossing me to the edge, my left hand landing in the flames.
He does not let up. He quickly storms over to me and stomps on my ribs, breaking them, kicks my left side, hitting my stomach. He then grinds the heel of his shoe on my crotch. I do nothing but moan, loving the feeling of pain my brother is giving me. For the pain he gives me is of love.
He stomps over out of my eyesight for a minute and comes back with a scalpel. He sits on my chest, placing the tip of the scalpel on the bone before descending over my right eye, cutting it open. I cry out with delight.
My brother really, really loves me; for he made me blind in both eyes, cut my groin off and threw it in the fire, and did other things other people would find horrible. But I found them to be quite pleasent. For...It meant that Lelouch truly loves me. Me and only me. He doesn't need Nunnally or Shirley. All he needs is me. And that makes me smile. For I love my brother, too.
The next day I see my brother standing by himself, I quietly sneak up behind him and wrap my arms around him lovingly. He violently grabs my hands and removes them. He turns around, looking angry, and continues to shine love down on me by cutting me open and puncturing my lungs.
I suffocate with a smile.
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1)Because it was never revealed, Lelouch is not really there. It was meant to be his little slice of hell. But, he turned it around. Go Rolo! XD
Mantineus-I was deciding between Lelouch cutting open Rolo's heart and cumming in it or his lungs, but I thought the heart was too lovey-dovey(and this goes for the lungs, too) and I don't think he would waste cum on Rolo. Especially if it would confirm that he loves him…Which, he, the hell version, really doesn't.
Don't worry, the next one is fluffy.