Sins and Punishments

by The Emerald Cat

To some, the various villains Jesse has faced are redeemable. To others, they are far past redemption. To the Judge? Well... there's a reason these villains are now in a long hallway, where the only guarantee is that among these many doors is that there are monsters, who have all have faces that look far, far too familiar. (WARNINGS: SWEARING, GORE, DEATH)

4. Burst (GORE)

Gore Warning: Injuries relating to Chest, Stomach, and Throat. Lots of Blood, too. Please let me know if you feel more warnings are necessary.

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SQUELCH.

Aiden could only stare in horror at the sight before him.

The black tentacles that burst from Ivor's chest squirmed and writhed, splitting apart his flesh with the cracking of his bones and squelching of his flesh, somehow loud and pounding among Harper's earsplitting screams, the noise only growing louder as the black tentacles crawled out of his mouth as well.

Ivor convulsed and spasmed to the floor, hands flailing at his throat as he choked on the tentacles that sprouted from mouth and began to burst from his throat and tear that apart too. Blood splattered onto the floor, the walls, and by their feet, the number of tentacles only growing and tearing apart Ivor's body from the inside, exposing bone and flesh all in a mess of red and writhing black.

Then with one last convulsion, Ivor and the tentacles all vanished in a poof, leaving nothing behind but shredded, red-stained robes, and the blood that was splattered on the floor and dripping on the walls.

Harper fell to her knees, her hands clasped over her mouth as she let out a choked sob. Cassie and Otto stared at the pooling blood on the floor, horrified expressions plastered on their faces.

Aiden's body was numb, muscles frozen in place as he could only stare at where Ivor had once been, the memory of the tearing flesh and spurting blood burned into his mind.

Watching Ivor's crimson pool of blood begin to drip into the purple-black blood of the monster- the Malady, as the Judge had said- and mix into a different, darker, muddier shade, made a shuddering churning grow in his stomach and crawl up his throat.

He finally snapped away from the sight, one hand over his mouth as he gagged and tried not to puke, while his other hand tried to stabilize him against the wall.

The person in charge of this Judgement Day had successfully, and in an utterly horrific way, killed Ivor, mere minutes in.

What was in store for the rest of them here?