She wasn't sure how long she'd been there, all the days and nights merging until all she saw was a dull grey blur; all weeks and years and even centuries seeming to forge together and leave her suspended in one passage of time. And for the first time in her life Serena found herself questioning her exist. Sure when she first found herself in Hell she'd wondered how she'd ended up there, because despite all the wrongs she'd done in life she always thought that God was all merciful, all forgiving, however she soon gave up questioning her presence there and embraced the dark......... literally. Her feelings and thoughts were soon quashed beneath her need to be the best, something that she'd carried over from life into death.
She'd worked hard, sweated and cried tears of blood as she strove to rise to the top and all her hard work was rewarded as she became the right-hand man of the devil himself and managed to hold it for an unprecedented amount of time, the likes of which had never before been seen down below.
Though, now after spending more unaccountable time looking after God's right-hand man, she was beginning to think that maybe this wasn't what she wanted, something that caused a deep sense of self hatred to well up inside her. This was all she had now; there was no turning back, no second chances, no way for her to change the past and her choices in both life and death. Though, if she was truthful with herself despite this new part of her that wanted to change, the majority of Serena wanted to remain where she was. The enticement of power her position held was now too much for her to give up, especially over a chance meeting with the enemy, when he'd caught her with her guard partially down. No, this was her life now and she would just have to deal with it, just like she'd been dealing with it for centuries gone and probably centuries to come and that thought had her sinking further into the pain as the red hot poker seared her back again, the unbearable heat lingering as he kept on pushing it into and then through her skin.....................................................................................................................
Staring into the mirror Darien tried to ignore the utter confusion clouding his eyes as he assessed his shoulder. The wound was healing nicely and for that he was grateful, sure, that without Night wing's care, he would have lost the use of his arm. And that thought alone caused the mounting frustration to peak.
Night wing was his adversary, someone who struck fear into the hearts of many. Someone who showed no mercy to those in her way, damning souls to hell just because she could… Someone who was the sister, younger or older he didn't know, of his best friend, a best friend who was also avoiding him like the second coming of the plague.
Taking one last glance at his reflection, Darien strode out of his room, scooping up his sword on the way as he made his way over to Andrew's room, determined to have the talk his best friend was obviously so keen on avoiding. Knocking on the door, he rubbed the back of his neck, resisting the urge to shuffle his feet as he waited for the door to open 'coz he knew that Andrew was in there, he could sense him. Just as he thought about turning away and trying again later, the door creaked open and he was met with the sight of a very distressed Andrew. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he got the chance he found his t-shirt fisted by his best friend and his body yanked into the room, the door slamming shut behind him with enough force to rock the surrounding walls.
"Whoa, what's gotten into you?" Darien extracted himself from Andrew's hold, dusting off his t-shirt as he surveyed the devastation of the room, it was like a tornado had blown through: books laying scattered all over the floor, some of their pages ripped out, clothes here, there and everywhere, the bed was unmade, various chairs laying on their sides, dents in the walls and of course, there was the appearance of Andrew who looked as if he hadn't slept, showered or eaten in days, the look in his eyes of a man possessed......................................................
He was trying to contact her again, she could feel his desperate mind trying to break through the shield she'd erected around her mind, for her own benefit and his. He didn't need to know the daily torturing Serena was going through at the hands of her master, thankfully not because he'd found out about her helping Darien, but because she had disappeared for an unprecedented amount of time with no way for him to contact her. She shuddered to think of what he'd do to her if he found out that she'd had a chance to kill off her rival and hadn't taken it, instead opting to help him live.
It seemed that ever since meeting Darien for the first time she'd been angering her master, something she'd managed to avoid for centuries. She hissed as the red-hot poker was pressed into her side once again, gritting her teeth in an effort to strive off the pain. This is why she didn't want her brother any where near her mind, he'd only try to divert the pain she was feeling, probably to take it upon himself and being the older sibling she couldn't allow for him to be hurt. Her body arched in protest to the poker being speared into the back of her leg, the metallic fumes of blood filled the air, the harsh sizzle of said blood being burnt as it escaped from the various wounds on her body. Only one more to go, after all he'd only promised 200 "burns", he didn't want to ruin her body after all. And even though she knew that the burns and wounds would heal, the agony she was feeling now would last for weeks, the mental anguish even longer.
Bracing herself, Serena let out a shocked scream as her master took the poker and held it directly between her legs. Her body instantly began struggling against the chains holding her in place, a sharp keening sound whistling through her lips as he prolonged the agony. If she thought what he'd done before was torture, it wasn't, not compared to what was being done to her now… and the worst was still to come… literally. She knew he'd fuck, for there was no other term for what he did to her, and she knew that while it would bring about an unimaginable amount of pain, she would still crave the pleasure it was sure to bring as well. For the first time in centuries and against her will, a lone tear of self-loathing ran unobstructed down the soft plane of her cheek.....................................................................................................................................
Darien caught Andrew just before he hit the ground, his body seeming to collapse like a puppet whose master has just cut its strings. Gently lifting him up, he settled him upon the rumpled bed and drew the covers over him. Checking to see if there was any lasting damage to his friend apart from lack of food, drink and sleep, Darien decided to wait it out, to wait and find out just what was happening to his friend and he knew that the her that Andrew now referred to in his state of unconsciousness could only be his sister, Night wing....... Serena. Closing his eyes, Darien felt himself a distinct pull on his mind. Startled, his eyes snapped open, body already moving to draw his sword against whatever was calling to him. Eyes scanning the area, Darien found nothing of concern, his brow morphing into a deep frown as he hesitantly sat back down. Keeping his senses on high alert, he once again closed his eyes and instantly felt the pull, this time deciding to follow it and almost wishing that he hadn't, for what he saw could only have been described as anyone's worst nightmare.
Her eyes were alight with fire, black molten eyes that seem to sear those within her sight, hair wild and streaked through with crimson highlights… no with blood, with the blood that was slick all over her precious moonlit kissed skin, her face twisted with pure agony, body convulsing against the chains that held her locked in place. Despite the blood that flowed randomly down her body, Darien couldn't deny the fact that she was unerringly beautiful, her presence calling out to him in way few had before, his body reacting to the sight of her naked spread out before him. Shaking his head in disgust, Darien observed the room's other occupant. Before her stood, a man, a man whose very presence pulsed waves of evil and malice into the surroundings around him, a man who was so feared by the world, few dared speak his true name, a man who had all those years ago rebelled against his creator and was banished into the deep pits of the earth, a place where he made his home and ruled supreme over all things impure, all things corrupt, all things bad in the world.
Realising just who his was staring at was enough to distract Darien's gaze from the bloodied form of Night wing, his body instantly tensing as he prepared to leave, because although he was good, one of the best fighters ou there, there was no way he'd be able to stand up to the awesome power of the man before him. Literally no way in Hell, because that's where he was, Hell. The sharp keening from Night wing forcefully dragged Darien's attention back towards her, and he watched with a perverted sense of curiosity as a red hot poker was placed almost intimately against the most private part of her body. Rising his eyes, he watched horrified as a lone tear streaked down the side of her face, a face that stood out starkly against all the blood and silver of her hair.
Her master, eventually removed the poker after what seemed like hours, but could only have been minutes and waved his hand, lowering Serena from her chains to hover above the royal purple silk sheets that covered above the only other piece of furniture in the room, a majestically proportioned bed, only to let her drop those last few inches so that that glorious hair and the silk of the sheets rushed up to meet the wounds on her back. From the way Night wing furiously bit into her bottom lip util blood seeped from the wound, but no sound escaped and she made no move to cover herself, Darien was able to conclude that this had happened before. Maybe not often, but enough for her to know what her master liked, what he tolerated from his servants, because though she was his right-hand man, she still bowed down before him, even if it was voluntarily.
Her master crawled over her abused form, his face lowering so that he could lick a path through her blood and the various wounds decorating her body, stopping every now and then to explore the odd wound here and there. His actions brought small whimpers from between her slightly swollen lips, whimpers that he seemed to sip from her lips like the most delicate of wines as he took possession of her mouth, his tongue darting out to engage with hers. Pulling back from the kiss, her master trailed his lips to her pulse, locking onto it and biting down, clamping the pulse hard in his teeth before sucking harshly on the fluttering beat against his tongue. It wasn't until Night wing turned her head away, eyes full of hatred and self-loathing to the way her body responded so eagerly to his, pushing her hips up to meet his despite the obvious pain the movement brought her, that Darien looked away, ashamed to be watching, to be seeing the play of emotions rushing over the usually blank canverse of his adversary turned helper's face.
Clenching his fist, Darien tried to return to Andrew's room, feeling some sort of resistance, unwittingly finding his eyes drawn back to the couple on the bed as Night wing let out a cry mingled with both pain and pleasure. His stomach clenched as he watched Night wing's body being thrust into over and over again, nothing but the meaty sound of flesh hitting flesh and her hitched breathing penetrating the atmosphere. He watched as her breathing sped up and her body tightened, before she finally tumbled over the edge, his sharp intake at the magnificent sight she made in that moment forcing her eyes open and onto his, startled before they became unfocused and she slipped into unconsciousness, something that little to deter the man above.
Something akin to pity, but not pity, never pity for somehow he knew she wouldn't want it, rose up in Darien at what he'd just witnessed as he inexplicably back in Andrew's room, tears glistening on his cheeks for Night wing, no............... for Serena..............................................................
Sorry it's taken so long to post this chapter, school's been..... well school actually.
