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He could feel her panicked pulse beneath his fingers.
'Tighter.'
His prey tried to gasp, but his grip was too strong. He lifted her up to his level so he could look into her eyes.
'TIGHTER.'
She stared into his hidden gaze, her misty orbs penetrating the security of his helmet. The pool of emotions her emerald eyes held bothered him for some reason; it was a mixture of pity, confusion, and longing. Such a look coming from one of his victims perplexed him beyond all reason; The only look from humans he knew was pain, anger, and hatred. Why was her expression so different?
Her heartbeat slowed...weakened...
She smiled.
'What the Hell?' There's nothing to smile about!' His confusion nearly gave him a headache.
'Just eat and you'll be fine.'
The Executioner dropped his prey. Her weak body crumbled to the ground. He couldn't wait any longer. He needed meat now. He crouched down and dragged her body towards him and prepared to rip her apart.
Footfalls. Heavy boots. Voices.
'Humans.'
'NO!'
Humans meant fire, spears, guns, and pain. Damn it, all he wanted to do was eat in peace! The Executioner grabbed his blade and rose to his full height. He saw them before they saw him; it was a church group of at least seven men, each carrying large blade-tipped spears.
'They're hunting YOU.'
'Then they are foolish. They know I can't die.'
'You have something they want.'
'What?'
'HER.'
The Executioner looked down at Mayra's body.
'HER? But why?'
'She is part of their group. They think that she belongs with them.'
'They are wrong. She belongs in my stomach.'
Just as he had finished that thought, he was spotted by the human pack. They pointed and shouted, and rushed at him with their spears aimed for his unprotected body. When they were in striking range, the Executioner swung his blade. He managed to slice one human in half with a spray of blood. However, before he could lift the Great Knife again, one of the humans plunged a spear deep into his side.
"FUCK!" The Executioner howled.
The entire group gasped in shock.
"The demon speaks!" One said in awe.
That one moment of temporary distraction was all the time he needed to lift the heavy blade and bring it crashing down upon two more people, creating a sticky pile of twitching gore and shattered bones.
The church group continued to jab at the Executioner with their weapons, tearing his thick flesh and letting blood.
Despite the Executioner's intelligence, he was unaware of the fact that this attack was all just a distraction. Somewhere between the stabbings and the cries of pain, one man had carefully approached battle from behind and quietly picked up Mayra.
It wasn't until he had killed four people that he noticed the prey he had been protecting had vanished. He whipped his helmeted head around frantically.
'They took her.'
His eyes fell upon an older man who hurried up the stairs of the church with the limp girl in his arms. HIS girl.
'NO!! She is MINE!!'
The Executioner ignored the remaining humans' stabs and pursued the thief as quickly as he could. However, the Great Knife severely hindered his speed.
''Oh...Fuck it!'' He growled, dropping the monstrous blade and running full speed after his prey's taker.
"After him! He's unarmed!" He heard the humans cry.
The Executioner raced up the stairs with surprising speed, but he wasn't fast enough. The man had already covered too much ground. He barely managed to slip into the church just as the monster had reached the final step.
"NO!! She is mine! MINE!"The demon bellowed.
''Damn this church!!'' He wanted to break down the door, but he didn't dare take another step towards it. The sanctuary was the only place that could forcefully repel the demon. If he got even within a meter of its door, he would be overwhelmed with excrutiating nausea. Coming any closer than a foot would make him upheave blood and temporarily lose his sight.
"Stab him! Now!!" The Executioner felt a sharp pain in his side.
That was the straw that broke the demon's back.
"DIE!!" The demon back-handed the human hard enough to break his neck with a sickening crack and sent him tumbling down the concrete stairs. The remaining humans turned to run.
"Oh, no you don't..." The Executioner growled and gave chase to the temporary survivors.
"Executioner had her..."
"I can't believe she's even alive...she was gone for days..."
"...been violated?"
"...don't know yet..."
Broken voices from the outside world floated around Mayra's mind as she slowly came to. She felt something cool and moist be placed on her forehead. Mayra tried to sit up once she realized where she was, but quickly changed her mind when she felt bile rise in her throat.
"No, no...lie down and relax." Mayra recognized the voice to be Christabella and obeyed. "It's a miracle that you are alive."
Christabella gently dabbed the rag around Mayra's forehead and face.
"Poor child...such horrific bruises." She noted as her eyes fell to Mayra's throat. "May the demon be damned to Hell..."
Mayra wasn't sure what to think. She remembered the Executioner viciously fucking her and strangling her afterwards and everything going dark and-
And then the truth.
The cold, hard truth slapping her in the face.
Why she stayed, why she refused to leave him even when he threatened her very life...why she smiled.
She LOVED Xervexagon.
Everyone in the church jumped at the loud banging at the doors.
Mayra's eyes snapped open.
"LET US IN!! HURRY!!" Voices behind the barrier screamed.
"That's Isiah and Matthew!" Someone cried.
A young woman rushed to the giant double doors and pulled them open.
That was a fatal mistake.
The Executioner allowed the two men to run in but grabbed the woman by her hair and slammed her against the stairs. He suddenly turned and then retched up blood.
Mayra felt a flicker of worry. What was wrong with him?! Was he dying?
The Executioner backed away from the doors, but stayed in sight and kept a tight hold of the woman.
"Don't approach the demon! He has her hostage!" An old woman shouted.
The girl in the demon's grasp kicked and screamed, but it was useless. Growling, he pulled her backside against his body. His wicked black tongue slid out from beneath his helmet and twisted around her throat.
"Oh, no..." Christabella quietly begged. "Not Mary..."
He lifted up the hem of Mary's dress. Everyone gasped in fear now realizing the demon's intentions.
"Give me the girl...and I will allow this one to stay pure." The Executioner snarled.
All who heard his booming voice gaped in awe. No human (to their knowledge) had ever heard the demon speak.
"And why would you want this child?" Christabella challenged, ignoring the sudden surprise. "She is one of our own, and-"
"She is MINE." He bucked threateningly against Mary, making her whimper in fear. "Give her to me, and no harm will come to this woman."
"The Order does not negotiate with demons... Return Mary to us NOW." Christabella demanded.
The Executioner harshly yanked down Mary's underwear.
"Give me Mayra and I will. This is your last chance...HER last chance..." He warned, allowing his tongue to glide lecherously around her neck and shoulders.
Christabella was silent, apparently calculating her options. All that could be heard was Mary's and some of the church members' quiet sobbing echoing around the sanctuary.
"Well?" The demon asked.
The matriarch sighed and gave a sorrowful look at Mayra, and then Mary. She had made her decision.
"No."
Before anyone could blink, the Executioner lifted his robe and impaled the virgin. Mary screamed in agony and writhed uselessly against the demon's grasp. He growled and thrusted sharply, intentionally making her cry out in pain.
The entire order stared in horror as Mary was fiercely raped by the most terrifying monster in all of Silent Hill.
The Executioner was absolutely furious that those damned humans were keeping what was his. But if they wouldn't give him his girl, he would take one of theirs.
'Fuck her to death.'
'Damn it all...she's so close by...' The demon stared longingly at Mayra.
She was looking at him as well.
'Mayra...'
He fucked Mary harder, faster...why couldn't she be his Mayra? The demon pulled her head back so he could look into her eyes. They contained tears of pain and fear and anger...she wanted nothing to do with him. She was nothing like Mayra. This 'Mary' was just another human. There was nothing unique about her. She was just another fuck, just another meal. She didn't even deserve to have a name, much less one that sounded remotely like Mayra's.
The Executioner let her head drop. He didn't want to look at this human. Her face was plain and distorted with terror. He wanted to look at something beautiful, something worthy of his attention. The demon fixed his gaze upon Mayra.
'Fuck...harder...faster...'
Mayra stared back, her eyes slightly fearful but wanting. He felt that she missed his company as much as he missed hers.
'Look at her. So beautiful...so warm and tight and wet...she still wants you.'
The demon moaned and thrusted more violently. He lost himself in her intense green gaze, her eyes seemingly growing more fiery as his pleasure built.
All but he and Mayra seemed to dissolve away.
'Faster...harder...make her scream, make her moan...make her beg for more.'
The Executioner felt his loins tense and fire blaze throughout his being.
'So close...'
As the explosive orgasm consumed him in a raging inferno, he bucked so hard that a sickening snap rang out through the church. Mary fell limp to the platform in a broken heap.
Mayra dry-heaved painfully as the sound of Mary's spine snapping penetrated her ears.
She watched the dead woman fall away from the demon and crumple to the concrete.
"This could have been prevented if you would have just given me the girl." The Executioner's stare remained transfixed on Mayra.
"You are a true monster. You have killed an innocent, but you will not recieve another in it's place." Christabella declared. "Be gone, and leave us in peace!"
The demon growled deep in his throat.
"I will leave for now, but this isn't over. It never will be, as long as you have her." He pointed to Mayra.
He turned his back and carelessly kicked the broken remains of Mary down the stairs.
The Executioner glanced over his shoulder.
"I'll be back for you, Mayra. God himself will not stand in MY way. You are mine and MINE alone."