From Here to Virginity
Author's Note: Well readers, this chapter is… gonna probably be one we've all waited for. I'm guessing a lot of you have been waiting for the death of a certain character, and believe me, so have I. Today that character is gonna get what they've had coming to them since the Addict music video! Read on at your own risk though, this chapter is going to be… weird in some sexual senses.
Pentagram City 9:30 P.M.
Douglas walked through the city long past the sunset. The city was well lit at this night hour, but the population of people outside was far lower than the holy soldier initially expected. He saw less than twenty people on his walk to the porn studio and over half of them didn't even notice him. A few of them did but ran away immediately upon doing so. Douglas knew he was wanted, and he was relieved to see that most of these people would rather not attempt to kill him because he's tired of killing mere mortals. However, just as he approaches the XXX Porn Studio, he gets the sense of another lethal blow. The five-second sensory of a shotgun bullet fired at his head runs through his mind, causing him to stop in his tracks. After a precise four-second countdown, he teleports just as a heavy gunshot goes off. *BANG!*
"Oh dammit!" A woman shouts after the bullet misses. Douglas quickly teleports behind her and swings a pumpkin at her head. "OUCH!" She shouts as she's pushed onto the ground, her chest landing on her gun.
"What the hell was that for?!" He exclaims as he watches her roll over and sit up. She's a somewhat tall purple demon with thin red glasses and a couple of long horns on her forehead. She faces him and grabs her rifle.
"The money, what else?" She asks. "AH!" Before she can aim, she flinches at the sight of staring down the barrel of his Glock.
"Well unless you want to walk out of here with your body, I suggest you tell me your name and reason for needing to kill me." He threatens. The woman sighs and looks into his eyes, somewhat guilty.
"You can call me Ms. Mayberry." She says. "I'm a former elementary teacher." Douglas raises an eyebrow.
"If you're so good with kids, what are you doing in Hell?" He asks. She glares and makes a fist.
"Ever since my husband slept with a southern whore, I've felt nothing but anger towards them! I managed to kill him, but that heartless slut survived my assault and I got the death penalty." She says in a very spiteful voice. The young warrior facepalms.
"You have no regrets?" The mature demoness closes her eyes, growling a bit.
"Not really. I just wish my class didn't have to see it." She says, causing Douglas's eyes to widen massively.
"You're a despicable woman!" He exclaims as he grabs a pumpkin and prepares to swing it. She holds her hand out.
"I'm sorry! I don't want to kill you! I just really need the money!" She cries, causing him to halt his swing.
"Put down the rifle then! I've already survived an attempted murderer with a shotgun, and I'd prefer not to have a second one in the same night!" Mayberry sighs and hesitates with the rifle before locking her hands on it.
"I can't put it down. I need this bounty more than you think." She says with some sadness in her voice. "If you die, you get to enjoy Heaven, a blessing I wasn't given." Douglas facepalms.
"I don't believe you. A million dollars is a lot of money, but I'd assume a teacher like you would sooner ignore that bounty than kill a teenager." He says. She looks down shamefully.
"I don't have any money left. I already spent what I had." She admits. The holy soldier raises an eyebrow.
"On what? That weapon?" He asks. The former teacher stares at her shotgun for a moment and then shakes her head.
"No, I spent what I had on a few hitmen to finish that surviving whore off." She says with noticeable anger under her breath. Douglas flinches and then grabs his pumpkin. "I don't know if you've heard of the IMPs, but they- OUCH!" A pumpkin firmly strikes her in the head and knocks her onto her side.
"You sick vindictive fuck! You don't deserve Heaven!" He shouts as he proceeds to drop the pumpkin on her back, getting a loud groan from her. He then looks to the porn studio and starts walking towards it. "You're lucky I'm feeling merciful today, I've got a more important person to kill tonight." He opens the door to the studio, before getting another vision. "Really Mayberry?" He mumbles under his breath. He teleports the moment before the trigger is pulled and reappears on the balcony of the building.
"You can teleport, but you won't evade me forever!" She calls up as she runs for the bottom door. Douglas opens the door from the balcony.
"What you need is therapy, not a bounty reward." He says as he walks in. He hears Mayberry run into the main entrance at the bottom, but that doesn't matter. He doubts she'll make it to this floor before Valentino is dead anyways.
"You should not be here." A voice calls out lightly. Douglas turns to the right and immediately sees Valentino laying backward in a reclining chair behind his desk. "Unless you really want to swing. The offer is always on the table." He says with a creepy smirk. Douglas glares and steps closer to him.
"Don't act like you're gonna avoid the void, Mister." He says in a quiet enraged tone. "I know what you did to Angel, and you're not gonna hurt his sister!" He says, aiming one of his guns at him. The blue pimp frowns lightly at the weapon.
"You call that puny pistol a weapon?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. Douglas's eyebrows lower.
"You seem pretty calm for someone about to get shot. But let me assure you, this gun is more powerful than any being in Hell." He says rather calmly. Valentino slaps the table and begins sitting up.
"Put the toy down, and get your ass over-" *BANG!* Douglas shoots mid-sentence and puts a hole in his throat. "AUC!" The pimp grips his neck and tries to stop the bleeding. His glasses fall on the table and he doubles over onto the floor. Douglas puts the gun back and grabs the list of overlords.
"Well, that was easy. Here I was actually expecting a fight." He says, grabbing a marker from the desk, but noticing something odd. "Huh?" He looks over the desk as Valentino's body begins to evaporate into dark purple particles. Moments later, his entire corpse is gone. "That's… never happened before," Douglas says in confusion. Before he can move, the lights go out.
*THUD*
"Ouch!" Douglas is knocked onto the floor suddenly and his guns drop out of his pockets. He feels a large firm being slap him painfully on the back. "AH!" He screams loudly at the hit. However, he has little trouble getting back to his feet. He takes a couple of swings around him, but the hidden figure isn't near anymore, only the warm spot on his back where he was hit remains on his skin. "Where are you? Who are you?" He asks. "Show yourself!" He demands. Suddenly a high-voltage TV turns on above a closed door in the back of the room.
"As you wish, master." An adult voice says, teasingly. Douglas glares upon seeing Valentino on the monitor. "Here I am." He says with a smug smirk. The holy soldier growls under his breath.
"What the hell?! I just shot you!" He shouts. The blue pimp laughs.
"Ha, ha, ha! That's priceless!" He says, pointing to him. He then stops and his smug look returns. "Did you honestly think an overlord in my position wouldn't have a clone at the front desk?" Douglas gasps.
"That was a clone?!" He exclaims. Valentino gives a slightly annoyed frown.
"Well duh. Do you think I have time to manage the front of the place while I can be busting my nuts on people back here? Let's see you pass on sex in favor of labor." He says, causing the young warrior to facepalm.
"Whatever. Where the fuck are you?" He asks, visibly and audibly impatient in his voice. Valentino smirks again.
"I'm in my private room. You can't enter at this point in time." He taunts, giving him the middle finger. Douglas sneers.
"Enough of that! Come out and face me, or I will spread the word of how much of a coward you really are!" He threatens. Only to be met with more chuckles.
"You think people will listen to you?" He asks, grabbing a Wanted poster with Douglas on it. "Or the man with the million-dollar bounty to be collected?" The holy soldier makes a fist.
"When I get in there, you're in for a world of pain!" Valentino smirks again.
"You seem committed, so I'll tell you how." He states, clearing his throat. "As I said before, the room I'm in is a PRIVATE room. Do you know what that means?" He asks.
"I can't enter?" Douglas guesses. The blue pimp shakes his head.
"No, no. You most certainly could enter." An evil frown appears on his face. "But the entire building is on lockdown. If you wish to enter, you must first kill everyone else in this building."
"Open up!" Douglas demands. "Your clone is the only other person and he's gone now." Valentino metronomes his finger.
"Uh, uh, uh. You're sadly mistaken." He says, showing him another screen.
"Ms. Mayberry?" Douglas asks, noticing she's walking around the bottom lobby with her shotgun. Valentino proceeds to speak.
"You killed my clone only moments after she entered the ground floor entrance. Now that she's in here, you need to kill her." He instructs. Douglas facepalms.
"Are you kidding me?! I didn't come here to kill anyone besides you." He complains. The screen cuts back to the porn demon.
"Unfortunately, she's not alone." He says, holding up a picture of a half-naked woman with long blonde hair. Douglas closes his eyes as he proceeds. "This is Martha, my newest prostitute. She's also very determined to get that million dollars." He says, putting the picture to the side and smirking evilly. "And she knows how to kill, so you'd better watch your back." He says. Douglas turns to the floor and reaches for his Glocks.
"Killing her won't be hard, not wi-OW!" He drops the gun the second he picks it up. "What the heck?" He questions as his hand stings lightly. Valentino turns on the lights to his room, and he sees a dark mist radiated off of both of his guns.
"The Heaven's Glock is a little overpowered, don't you think?" The blue pimp asks. "After the lights came off, I had an ally set a dark curse to your guns. If you can gather the endurance to grab them, you should know they are still holy weapons no less, but touching them will hurt you." He says, smirking seductively. "I've always adored watching victims suffer as they try to stop me." Douglas grits his teeth firmly and swiftly grabs one of them, setting it in his pocket.
"I'm going to kill you no matter how hard it is!" He shouts, grabbing the other one and pocketing it. His hands suffer slight burns, but his pants are thick enough to minimize the effect.
"Good luck with that, you pathetic little virgin." Valentino taunts, causing Douglas to frown.
"Excuse me? Yeah, I'm a virgin. That's not an insult." He says, cleansing his hands with light drops of holy water. "I haven't impregnated anyone, I don't have any STDs, I think I'm winning here." The porn demon's smile vanishes and he leans into the camera, showing an intimidating frown.
"If you really want to win, you'll have to go through my sex dungeon. If at any point you choose to surrender, you can live the rest of your life being my sex slave." Douglas closes his eyes and cringes a little. Valentino leans away from the camera and smirks mock-innocently. "So I'll ask you again, would you like to blow my balls now? Or do you need some convincing?" He asks. The young warrior's eyes shoot him a dark glare.
"I will sooner enter the void than become your sex slave you psychopathic dick-riding son of a motherless fucktard!" He shouts, audibly expressing his anger. Valentino winks to taunt him.
"We'll see about that." Just after that, the TV turns off, but the lights in the room remain on. Douglas turns to the door, only to see confirmation that the door is closed. The feeling of his guns begins to burn his thighs lightly, but he decides to step forward with them anyways. He can also feel that spot on his back that was pressed draining his power. Though he's certain it will wear off, he's uncertain when. Coming to the next hallway, he notices there are a few rooms to his sides.
"Which one is the least dangerous?" He wonders to himself. Suddenly a phone on the wall rings. At first, he's tempted to ignore it, but after three rings, he grabs it, prepared for any potential dangers. "Hello?" He asks.
"Salutations my friend from the other side. I see you've gone back in the studio." The young warrior's eyes widen a bit in surprise.
"Alastor? What are you calling to tell me?" He asks.
"I'm only a couple blocks down the road and I saw you go inside." The radio demon states. "I was half expecting Valentino to answer, but it sounds like you've already killed him." Douglas frowns.
"I haven't gotten there yet. And it sounds like I have to kill two women before I get to him." He says with slight annoyance. Alastor chuckles.
"Do you actually trust him? Or are simply oblivious to the fact that there's never only one way to beat an escape room?" Douglas flinches.
"There isn't?" He asks, rather surprised. The radio demon chuckles a few times.
"Tell me, did you get a good look at Valentino's neck?" He asks. Douglas facepalms.
"Alastor, the dude is ugly as fuck! I focused on his appearance as little as I could." He states. Alastor shakes his head.
"Please my friend, that's no way to treat an opponent. Hasn't it occurred to you what Val's weakness is?" The holy soldier sighs.
"No, I honestly don't know." He admits. Alastor's evil grin gets larger.
"Egotistical people are too attracted to themselves." He says in a clear tone. "He enjoys torturing others, but doesn't know the image himself of what it's like." He says, causing Douglas to gasp.
"You mean… torture him? But how?!" He asks, pleading for a response.
"His entire building is charged by his stamina," Alastor instructs. "He was wearing a collar on his neck, wasn't he?" Douglas pauses and thinks back, realizing Alastor is correct.
"Yes, he was!" Alastor's smirk increases.
"Brilliant. If you were to bore him or disappoint him to the point his spirit gets low, he may not even have enough power to maintain electrical lockage to the door to his private room." Douglas gives a determined grin.
"Oh really?" He asks. Alastor chuckles once.
"But watch out for Stella. I'm certain I saw her enter the building prior to your arrival." The holy soldier pauses.
"Who is Stella?" He asks. The phone starts to get staticky. "Alastor?" He asks.
"Sh-)!D!H the wi*$!# Stolas." Alastor says through the phone.
"What?!" Douglas asks confused, suddenly the phone call ends. The radio demon lowers his eyebrows.
"Sabotaging my friend, are you?" He asks before smirking darkly. "I'm coming for you."
Private room
Valentino sits with his back against a comfy chair as he lightly presses a button. His body spasms a bit in response to the electrical impulses generated from his collar, leaving him laughing lightly when it wears off.
"Ooh, hoo, hoo. I do love a good shock every now and then." He says as a tall dark figure approaches from the background.
"He's about to enter the first room you know?" A womanly voice says. "Are you concerned?" The blue pimp smirks evilly.
"I've seen what this boy has done through some footage Vox showed me. If he dies trying to get to me, I might not even need to give up the million dollars." He says, staring at a pile of cash in the distance. The woman steps closer, revealing a tall white owl.
"And if he gets here, make sure he sees this." She says, handing him a small card. Valentino lifts his heart sunglasses for a moment to read the paper, and then his smile vanishes.
"Stella, this note means nothing anymore. Your husband is dead now, meaning I don't need to interfere anymore." He says. She makes a slight fist.
"But what about the rest of the Goetia clan? Are you done sending reinforcements?" She asks in light annoyance.
"Listen, babe, your faction is none of my concern. Your husband did some business with me, and now he's gone." He then points at her. "If you want more reinforcements, you'll need to make it worth my while." He says. Stella looks at the monitor and watches Douglas enter a room.
"If I kill the boy, will you continue to fund me?" She asks, glaring lightly. Valentino shrugs lightly, showing he doesn't care.
"I don't know Stella, that kid is pretty tough. Might wanna let the tougher women handle it." He says, causing the owl woman to sneer.
"Those whores have no power. They just got to Hell recently." She states in an angered tone. Valentino points to the door in the back.
"There's a passage to the sauna in there. If he walks in there, he'll be forced to strip naked." He says as Stella grimaces.
"Perfect. A clean slash on his bare sweating skin should kill him quickly!" She says as she walks out of the room.
"Good luck!" The porn demon says, waving as she walks out. After she leaves, the door closes and his bored frown returns. "Bitch."
Fetish Room #4
Douglas comes to a large table, he doesn't see anyone seated at it. Just a bunch of set silverware and what looks like a large doctor's scale at the end of the room. Suddenly Valentino appears and sits Douglas in a chair.
"Welcome and thank you for choosing the stuffing room!" He says, causing Douglas to raise an eyebrow.
"Stuffing room?" He asks. The waiter nods.
"Indeed. You know that fetish where people get big and fat?" He asks. Douglas frowns immediately.
"No, I don't." Valentino chuckles a few times.
"Well in order for that door to open, you must weigh three hundred pounds." He says cheerfully, removing the lid off of a dish and revealing a thick white liquid. "But luckily, I'm gonna feed you until you're big and fat!" He says. Douglas frowns suspiciously.
"What are you planning on feeding me?" He asks. The waiter smiles and grabs a spoonful.
"Milt." He responds.
"What's milt?" Douglas asks, getting a naughty smirk from the porn demon.
"Cod semen." Douglas's eyes widen, but he swiftly glares and summons a Seiken Sword, swinging it upward and knocking the spoon out of his hand. The thick liquid splashes onto the blue pimp's chest, causing him to make a really weird embarrassed face. "Ooooohhh! That's gonna staaaaaaaiiiinnnn!" He whines in an uncontrollably singsongy voice. Douglas gets up and swings a pumpkin at him, slamming him in the front of his face. "OW!" He yelps as he starts to fall backward and struggle to stand.
"I'm not one for fetishes, got that?!" He exclaims as he shoves him firmly, pushing him against the wall.
"Ah!" The waiter trips and lands on the scale, pushing the meter to two hundred pounds. "So… no dessert?" He asks weakly. Douglas runs over to him with a dominant grin.
"Not tonight fish sucker!" He shouts as he jumps up and lands down firmly on Valentino's stomach. The waiter yelps loudly and heaves as the young warrior holds him down with his feet and stares at the scale, beginning to combine their weight. "Three hundred and twenty!" He exclaims victoriously. Thanks for pulling your weight fatass!" He says excitedly as the door opens up. The waiter vanishes beneath his feet, revealing it was another clone. "No matter how weird this place gets, I'm moving forward," Douglas says, walking out and the door closing behind him.
"Aaaahhh." Valentino cringes a little from the room at the sight of his waiter clone getting thrashed. "Not so hard, will you?" He mumbles, his legs starting to shiver a bit.
Hallway:
Douglas walks down and looks at several room doors, wondering which one to enter. He sees one labeled "vore" and decides that's the last place he's entering. Another one has an inflated person on it, giving him weird thoughts. He proceeds to walk down the hallway, thinking of which fetish he must face, only to hear a gun go off near him.
"WHOA!" He flinches and hugs the wall, seeing the half-naked succubus woman from before. She has long blonde hair and bright orange eyes.
"There you are my little treasure chest." She says in a Southern accent. "You're gonna make this retired mother a lot of cold hard slutty cash!" She says before laughing evilly.
"Who are you?" Douglas asks, fear turning into suspicion. The woman stops and frowns.
"You know? Just some poor soul who was killed by an otherworldly force while trying to kill a couple of demons." She says, rolling her eyes. "You'd think Heaven would think kindly of a woman, just managing a family while taking on Satan himself." She says before frowning. "But they rejected a hero like me, probably because I fucked some other men." Douglas frowns.
"I don't know if I needed to hear that last part." He says with annoyance. "You got a name?" He asks.
"Martha." She states before aiming her gun at him. "But that doesn't matter, because you're gonna-"
"AH!" *BANG!* Douglas attempts to quickdraw one of his weapons and fire, but the searing pain gets to him too fast. He quickly drops the weapon on the floor after shooting the wall next to Martha, seeing as the pain kicked in before he could aim.
"HA!" She starts to laugh. "A young teen like you thought you could shoot me and you hurt your hand trying!" Douglas frowns.
"You don't know what it's like to have a weapon covered in a dark aura." He complains. "This weapon happens to be more powerful than any weapon in Hell." He says leaning down to pick it up. But Martha swiftly snatches it on the floor before he does.
"Ha! Then it's mine now!" She celebrates.
"Hey! Give it back!" Douglas demands. Martha tosses it to him. "Ow, ow!" He fumbles it for a second before it falls on the floor again. Martha laughs and picks it up.
"You must really hate guns. Either that or the guns just hate you." She says in a teasing voice. With quick wit, Douglas points at her face as she's aiming.
"Look! There's a light ball!" He says, summoning a light blast in front of her eyes.
"What the hell?" She squints at the holy force before it explodes. "AH! My eyes!" She shouts upon the item blinding her. *BANG! BANG!* She takes a couple of shots at Douglas, but he manages to avoid them both. "Oh, I'm gonna get you!" She shouts as she follows the sound of his footsteps as he runs down the hall. She continues firing her rifle in hopes of landing a lucky shot.
"I gotta get into the next room." He looks around at some signs. "But which one is the safest?" He asks as he looks at some doors. "Okay, tickle, feet, age play…" He notices one with a thunderbolt on it. "Electrostimulation?! Too dangerous!" *BANG!* "WHOA!" A shotgun shell strikes the door beside him as Martha gets closer.
"I'm gonna get you you stupid street rat!" She calls out. Douglas looks at a door with strings.
"Ventriloquism?" He wonders what sort of kinky nightmare he's about to endure, but opens the door immediately, realizing he doesn't really have any time to choose at this point. He finds himself on stage and sees another Valentino clone in the audience. He sits above the stage, causing Douglas to realize he's on a lower area with a long pole in the middle of the room.
"I see you've chosen the ventriloquist room." The blue pimp says with an evil smirk. Douglas flinches as some bluish strings attach to his body. "Now you're gonna dance for me like the muscular bitch you are!" He states, beginning to move his fingers. To Douglas's luck, he's failing to move him.
"Sorry buddy, God gave mankind free will." He states, pointing at him. "You can't control my movements!" He exclaims victoriously. Valentino smirks.
"Well, you'd better dance, because I can control these puppets." He says. Douglas pauses for a moment, barely noticing a puppet with a blade.
"Whoa!" He jumps back and the knife slides by him, barely avoiding his chest. "Hey! Why do they have knives?!" He complains. The porn demon chuckles and starts to make more motions with his fingers, summoning more puppets.
"Because, if you make a prostitute bleed out enough, they're too exhausted to resist sex later without that blood." He says with self-satisfaction. Douglas sways his arm back as three puppets aim for his left, and then moves right to avoid one from behind.
"Nonconsensual sex is called rape, you asshat!" Valentino laughs.
"Of course! It's more fun when you're the boss. You should try it sometime!" He recommends, a puppet stabbing Douglas's arm.
"OW!" He steps back as his muscle begins to bleed a little. He looks up at the strings he's attached to and realizes they're slightly restraining his range of motion, making dodging harder. "I will not be restrained!" He shouts as he summons another Seiken Sword, slashing at the strings.
"No, not the mystical strings you asshole!" Valentino shouts at his monitor. "That was essential to your defeat!"
"You cannot defeat my puppets! We outnumber you!" The clone shouts, summoning five from behind. Douglas turns around and swings his sword, slashing each one in half and knocking their knives to the floor. "What the?!"
"It's not about total number deciding who wins!" Douglas shouts, slashing two more puppets. "It's about combined determination to win." He swirls around and chops up 10 more oncoming puppets. "And your puppets are inanimate, so they have no desire to kill me!" He shouts, jumping forward and slashing the clone's wrists.
"AAAAHHHH!" He screams as his hands fall off. "No! I needed those for my ventriloquism!" He whines as Douglas points the sword to his chest.
"Well let's see how you like nine hard inches of my sheer willpower lodged into your body!" The holy soldier exclaims victoriously. He swiftly shoves the head of the blade into the demon's upper chest.
"AAAAAAAAHHH!" He screams loudly as all the puppets fall to the floor. Their strings disappear forever and their knives fall to the floor, followed by the porn demon slumping forward.
"Another fetish busted," Douglas says as the sword disappears. Suddenly, a woman catches up to him.
"There you are!" Ms. Mayberry calls out, aiming her shotgun in his direction. Douglas sighs and grabs his Glock.
"If you really wanna- Ah! OW!" He firmly chucks the gun at her, hoping she feels the acidic touch from it as well.
"Ouch!" The pistol bounces off her forehead. "What the hell?" She asks, picking up the Glock in her left hand. "This holy weapon is now confiscated, young man." She says, pocketing the weapon. Douglas takes a few steps back as she takes a few steps forward.
"Okay, okay. Take it easy." He pleads nervously as Mayberry corners him.
"Any last words?" She asks. Douglas feels his foot step on a knife, giving him a sudden idea.
"Yes! I got one!" He says as he stomps at an angle of the dull side, hurling the knife in the air next to him. "CATCH!" He swiftly catches the knife in his right hand and throws it at the former teacher, stabbing her in the left shoulder.
"OW!" She screams as the shotgun tumbles off its aim and she clutches her shoulder. "What is the matter with you?!" She exclaims as tears leave her eyes from the sudden pain. Douglas chooses not to answer but instead charges down the hall. He stops and looks at another set of rooms.
"Humiliation, tentacles, BDSM…" He then puts his hands to the sides of his head. "Oh! Is there not a single fetish in this building that won't scar me for life?!" He complains loudly, seeing a small sign with a steam logo. "What's this?" He asks himself, opening the door lightly. Valentino's eyes widen as he stares at his monitor.
"Oh my god, yes!" He leans towards his camera and starts to chant while shaking his fists. "Yes! Yes! YES!" He cheers loudly as the young warrior enters a very dark red room. The atmosphere is so intense the room literally looks like it's moving.
"Oh, the steam room?" Douglas asks quietly, already feeling sweat coming to him. It feels just like Lucifer's heatwave attack, but this one is a full room he knows he'll need to beat to escape, and he's already sweating bullets. Suddenly, a monitor turns on.
"Good choice Douglas," Valentino says on the TV with a smug smirk on his face. "You've chosen Hell's Sauna. One of my all-time favorite fetish rooms." He states. Douglas leans upward towards the TV.
"How is a Sauna a turn-on?" He asks, his breathing getting heavier. Valentino smirks.
"I put the most disobedient sex slaves in here. It's a turn-on for me to watch them suffer and die as the heat overtakes them." Douglas gasps and then coughs as the hot air hits his throat. Valentino chortles at his suffering. "This one is unbeatable! You will die in here unless you do the very thing you're told!" He celebrates. Douglas exhales deeply as the pain starts to sear.
"What?" He asks desperately. Valentino smirks harder.
"This room is barely survivable. But any clothing at all will increase the temperature threshold higher than the body is capable of withstanding!" He then leans into the camera. "So, you can either sit there and die, or you can remove every single piece of clothing you have, and then wait for the door to open." Douglas's eyes widen.
"Strip?" He asks.
"Ha, ha, ha! You better lose those clothes, or three minutes will shut you down!" He exclaims, laughing evilly as the monitor turns black. Douglas sits down and takes a moment to think, knowing he's losing stamina quickly.
"I can't… take off everything." He says, feeling his sweat start to sizzle. "But I can't lose now!" He exclaims weakly, pulling off his orange shirt. Valentino smiles widely.
"That's right little boy, show me those abs!" He cheers. The holy soldier stares at his shirt and hugs it lightly, hoping some of the sweat absorbed will release out of it and cool him a little.
"It's so hot…" He says weakly as his mouth gets completely dry. He looks down at his pants and closes his eyes tightly, knowing if he removes them, it's exactly what Valentino wants. "No…" He reaches for the sides of his pockets and prepares to lower his pants. "Huh?" He notices a small glass object in his left pocket and slowly pulls it out. "Holy water?" His eyes light up as a long thin medium-sized glass of holy water slightly makes waves in the flask. He quickly pulls off the cap and begins drinking the liquid. Valentino facepalms in his control room.
"NO! Stop cheating! You're not allowed to hydrate yourself in that room! No drinking in my sauna!" He complains as Douglas finishes the blessed drink. He then puts his shirt back on.
"Refreshing." He says, feeling his body cool down softly from the drink. He then gets into lotus position and waits for the three minutes to end. The door finally opens and Stella marches in.
*One slash should be enough to make him bleed. His skin is so scorched the condition of his body can't be very strong.* She thinks as she gets close to him. "I gotcha!" She exclaims as she takes a slash towards his neck, only to get her arm caught by his swift reflex. "Huh?! Hey! Let go!" She complains as she tries pulling her arm away. She then goes for another slash with her other hand, but he restrains her by that wrist as well.
"You have some dark intentions, madam," Douglas says with his eyes closed and a large smirk on his face. "Perhaps you need your soul cleansed by the fires of sacred light." Stella pauses as the temperature in the room starts to fade. All of the heat in the room transfers into Douglas's body and his eyes shoot open, revealing bright light eyes. "Cleanse your soul, evil mortal!" He says powerfully. Stella starts to feel her wrists burn.
"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!" She repeatedly reacts to the pain as searing white flames start to engulf her hands. "OOOWWWW!" She tenses up and tries to pull her hands away, an effort baring no fruit, as the younger boy is far physically stronger than she'd ever been. The flames start to crawl down her arms and reach her body. "LET ME GOOOO!" She screams loudly, purely in desperation. Douglas looks into her soul for a moment and shakes his head.
"Your intentions are far from pure, with this!" He reaches into one of her pockets and pulls out a note.
"Hey! That's mine!" The owl lady yells, trying to claw at him, but clawing into a barrier he set up. "No!" She reacts as the fire continues to spread on her body, causing her to cry and shriek in pain. Douglas reads the note out loud.
"Dear Valentino, I've always been okay with my husband fucking other demons, as we are in a polyamorous relationship. But I cannot fathom the idea of him fucking an IMP! Now that he's cheated on me with the horned freak, I demand you have your hit squad take Stolas's life! I'll reward you handsomely in return." Douglas then slides the note in his pocket as Stella begins weeping.
"Let me go, please! Ah, ha, ha!" She audibly sobs. Douglas frowns.
"I bet your dear daughter Octavia would like to hear about what her mother wanted done to her father." Stella's heart stops. She clenches her teeth firmly, trying to ignore the pain. But Douglas puts his other hand back to her shoulder, beginning to spread another layer of white flare to her neck.
"AH!" She cries audibly as tears stream down her face, doing nothing to weaken the flames he controls. "STOP!" She screams in agony. "IT HURTS SO MUCH!" She says, continuing to hurt her lungs from reacting to the pain. Douglas simply pushes her onto her back and watches the flames grow higher.
"I'd give you a quick death, but right now Valentino's bitch and a crazy teacher have my Heaven's Glocks. You'll just have to wait until the holy fires end your soul and put you in the void." He says as he begins walking away from the sauna.
"NOT THE VOID!" The owl lady screams. Douglas steps out of the room and frowns.
"You chose to betray your husband behind your daughter's back. The void is beyond necessary." He then grabs the door and takes one last look at Stella, catching a glimpse of her eyes. "Game over." He says as he closes the door, hearing her scream endlessly as he does. Turning around, he sees he's not in a hallway, but a room with a lever machine in the middle of it. However, the door on the right is already open, and Martha comes running down the hall.
"Aha! There you are, little boy!" She exclaims victoriously. Douglas gasps and runs to the machine. "Momma wants a million dollars!" She adds, aiming the rifle at him.
"You landed on bankrupt!" The young warrior shouts, pulling the right lever down and forcing the door shut.
"Aw, fuck! Are you kidding me?!" She shouts, banging on the door from the outside. Douglas chuckles and walks towards the left door.
"Mission accomplished." He says, only to pause as he spots Ms. Mayberry with her gun out.
"No more running in the halls dear boy, it's against the rules!" She exclaims, looking noticeably stressed. Douglas holds his hand out.
"Hold it! Before you shoot, please tell me why you're doing this again!" He pleads. She sneers.
"A bitch ruined my life by fucking my husband on his birthday and forcing me to kill him." She stomps her foot, taking aim at him. "If she didn't survive my assault, I'd never need the money, to begin with!" Douglas nods once.
"Okay, now hold that thought and take a couple of practice shots if you want." He says, pulling the left lever. The door closes on her.
"HEY!" Mayberry shouts. "Stop making this hard!" She whines. Douglas hears the other door open back up.
"You done moving now?! Momma needs another head for her wall!" Martha says with an evil look in her eyes. Douglas holds his hand out.
"Wait! I never got your motive!" He says, causing her to pause. He smiles nervously. "If I'm going to die to a mother, what should I die knowing it was for?" He asks. Martha's evil look vanishes and she smiles proudly.
"Well, I was considered a hero by several people for surviving the assault of some Cra-aazy bitch!" She states, beginning a tangent. "She was just so salty that I provided her husband with a better bust to play around with, so she murdered him in front of her class, and tried to kill me in the process." Her frown comes back. "If she hadn't done that, I'd probably still be living with Ralphie and my beautiful children." She then begins glaring. "If I found that no good clusterfuck, I'd tear her to shreds!" Douglas smirks widely and tiptoes over to the left lever.
"Well Martha, today is your lucky day." He says, looking to the closed door. "Oh, Ms. Mayberry!" He calls out, pulling the lever and opening the door. The moment the two women's eyes meet, they both drop their rifles.
"YOU-"
"LITTLE-"
"BITCH!" They both shout at the same time. Mayberry's glare strengthens.
"You're the bitch! You fucked my husband behind my back!" She yells.
"So what?! It's not my fault I swing better than you! All you can swing is a chainsaw!" Martha retaliates. Douglas watches with a smirk on his face as Valentino watches with fear from his monitor.
"No, no, no!" He panics. "Kill Douglas! Not argue and bicker at each other!" Mayberry reaches into her pocket and pulls out the Heaven's Glock.
"You are not a hero!" She shouts, firing the gun once and striking Martha between the breasts. She feels the bullet slam against her heart and knock her onto the floor.
"AAAHHHH!" She cries in pain as tears escape her eyes. She snarls once and reaches into her pocket, grabbing the other Heaven's Glock. "You kindergarten teachers never learn!" She whines. Mayberry takes a moment to step closer in triumph, but this is an attempt she'd ultimately regret. Martha raises the pistol, causing Mayberry to gasp a moment before it's fired. A clean shot pierces the teacher's upper chest about two inches below her neck.
"OUCH!" Mayberry screams, grabbing that spot on her chest, her breathing gets heavier and heavier, as does Martha's. Douglas takes the opportunity to pick up his Glocks, seeing as the dark aura has finally faded away. Both women give him desperate looks.
"I must say, I knew women could be strong." He shrugs. "Heck, maybe even stronger than most normal men." He then points the tip of one of his guns at Mayberry. "But a weak woman kills her man out of vengeance. Showing that merciless act to your very impressionable children is the reason you're going to the void. People who can't forgive don't reach Heaven May." He says. Mayberry continues crying until she lowers her head on the floor, lacking the strength to lift her neck any further. Douglas turns to Martha, seeing her skin turning pale and blood leaving her chest. "As for you, no matter how many men you bang, you can't remove the scars you leave behind."
"Scars?" Martha asks, very weakly and nearly breathlessly. Douglas nods.
"Tearing a family apart is about as big of a sin as you could imagine." His smirk fades for a moment. "I watched my family get murdered with no bravery or intent to save them." He then holds his head back up and his smirk returns. "But look at me now, I live on while you two crazy women simultaneously enter the void." He then turns around and sets his hand to Mayberry's neck, realizing the teacher's heart has stopped beating. Taking one last look at Martha, he sees her lying on her back motionlessly. Cocking both of the Glocks, he walks back to the front of the studio, prepared to face the porn demon.
Private Room
"No, no, NO!" Valentino bangs on the sides of his computer screen as he stares at the two dead women. "You were supposed to kill the boy! Not the other lady!" He panics furiously.
"Hey, buddy, what's up?" Valentino freezes internally and slowly turns towards Douglas, seeing two loaded Glocks pointed in his direction.
"Oh! Douglas!" He says with a nervous grin. "How are you enjoying my game?" He asks. Douglas glares furiously.
"You're not Jigsaw bitch!" He exclaims, stepping forward and scaring him. "You're nothing!" Valentino holds his hands out.
"Wait a second! I think nothing is a little misleading!" He says, causing Douglas to lower his eyebrows.
"You're a cowardly rich ugly fuckwad rapist who hides behind computers until he catches his prey, and then tortures them endlessly!" He shouts, causing the blue pimp to shiver. "Well, I'm not gonna take it easy on you this time!" He threatens, aiming the guns at his head.
"No, no, no! Not the face! Please, man! Leave my face be!" He panics desperately, covering his face. Douglas aims both guns lower and- *BANG!* "YOOOOOWWWWWIIEEEE!" Valentino reaches in his pants and clutches his freshly wounded scrotum as blood begins to soak his hands upon immediate contact. "WHAT THAT FUCCUCCCUCCKKK?!" He shouts, choking up on his words as the pain overtakes his voice. Douglas steps forward and smiles.
"No need to thank me for completing your wish." He says smugly. Valentino looks up with a crazy look in his teary eyes.
"THANK YOU?!" He screams, agony flooding his voice. Douglas raises an eyebrow.
"You said you wanted me to blow your balls out." Valentino glares and groans loudly after that sentence.
"Not like that!" He whines, continuing to clutch his testicles, but failing to comfort them in the slightest no matter how he touches them. Blood proceeds to stain his pants as he weeps uncontrollably.
"Well, you should've specified," Douglas says, grabbing a remote next to him. Valentino gasps.
"Wait! What are you doing with that?!" He asks fearfully as Douglas stares at the red button.
"You know, I think I absorbed all the heat in your sauna room. So perhaps if I maximized the voltage on your collar, I could repower the entire studio." He says. The porn demon holds his hand out.
"No, no, no! WAIT!" He says, groaning as he continues to hold his wounded area. "If you let me live, I'll make it worth your while." He says, forcing a smile on his face. "You turned yourself into me so that million dollars is yours!" He offers. Douglas shrugs.
"Sorry sir, I'm not gonna be in Hell much longer. Money is pretty useless to me." He says, bringing his finger towards the button. Valentino's eyes expand in horror.
"No, wait!" He shouts, causing Douglas to pause again. "You like guys or gals?" He asks.
"Why do you ask?" Douglas questions. Valentino smiles weakly, finally leaving his bleeding testicles alone.
"Anyone you want in Hell, and I mean anyone you want, is yours!" He exclaims. Douglas lowers the remote.
"Anyone?" He asks with a slight smile.
"Yes! Any man or woman you find sexy, I will bribe them to do you every night you desire." He promises. "And if they refuse, I'll have them kidnapped, so you can do anything you want to them any time you want! They are yours to fuck, and always will be!" He offers with enthusiasm. Douglas smirks wider.
"Well, I'm still a virgin so… I'll take the offer!" He says standing up and smiling. Valentino exhales in relief.
"Okay, great! I was worried there for a moment." He says confidently. The young warrior gives him an evil grin.
"And I'll start with the fatass bitch sitting in front of me!" He brings his hand to the remote.
"NOOO!" Valentino roars in horror until the button is pressed at maximum voltage. "AIEEEYYYYIIIAAAYYYAIIEEEAAAAA" He spasms around rapidly as Douglas holds down the button, taking amusement watching him suffer. After fifteen seconds of a direct mortal tasing, Valentino falls onto his stomach on the floor. Douglas steps forward and sets another holy fire on his body, but he's too weak to even react to it as it starts to burn his red suit and then catch onto his body. The holy soldier grabs his list and a nearby marker.
"And this is why you don't do Viagra. Not good on the heart." He states, crossing Valentino off. Feeling satisfied with his work, he starts walking out, knowing his mission is nearing its end.
Author's Note: I'm very sorry for the delay. The past month of my program has left me incredibly busy, and I really wish I could've gotten around to this sooner. But here you are! The worst character is finally dead! And I hope the other three you saw die won't be missed either!
This story isn't over, so stay tuned readers.
Deceased:
Stella
Ms. Mayberry
Martha
Valentino