Angel threw his head back and SCREAMED again. His vampiric twin responded with cackling glee. He was just having far too much fun and it was only the first day. Of course there was no real passage of time in Hell so he was counting days as the time he spent with his mortal twin.
"Poor, poor, Angel." Angelous raked a claw slowly down Angels face.
He couldn't avoid the tender ministration as he was bound wrist and ankle against a rock face. Spread eagle with just the remains of his clothes for protection, he was completely helpless before his tormentor.
"Do you want a drink of water?"
"Could..." Angel croaked then tried to lick his lips and immediately regretted it "Could you make it iced tea?"
He was going to be tortured for all eternity so he might as well give some back. Angelous growled and punched him hard in the ribs. Multiple cracks could be easily heard from the impact. Angel grimaced but couldn't avoid the pain.
"Actually I could." Angelous said and summoned up a glass of iced tea. He looked at it and then Angel as if contemplating actually giving it to him. "Nah!" he said and threw it over his shoulder into a nearby river of blood.
The two enforcer demons found that funny and the guttural sounds they made passed as laughter between them. Angelous turned to acknowledge their mirth when a flash of golden light caused him to turn even more.
DarkChild allowed a slight smile to cross her face when she saw the effect of her arrival. The two enforcers, being totally naked, were very obviously aroused by her appearance. Even Angelous was sporting a suspicious bulge in his leather pants. She strolled forward and stopped just before the vampire.
"Angelous." She greeted and acknowledged him with that single word. Angelous answering smile was full of future prospects.
"I'm pleased to see that I am known to such a... lovely creature as yourself." His eyes wandered across her body again.
"And this is the infamous Angel."
DarkChild dismissed Angelous by walking past him towards his twin. His smile twitched into a rictous of displeasure as she stepped close to Angel and inspected him. DarkChild grabbed Angels crotch and slowly let her hand travel upwards from there. He didn't seem to notice until she got to his face and held it towards her.
As she licked her lips contemplating a kiss, he pulled his head from her grasp. A look of fury and pleasure passed across her features, which was followed by a backhand across his face. The strength of the blow rocked his head sideways into the rock face and then back towards her. Three red lines of blood appeared where her nails had sliced open his cheek.
"You haven't broken him." DarkChild spoke as she looked over her shoulder at Angelous.
"Not YET." Angelous replied, promising her that he would eventually break. The demoness turned back to Angel, who was glaring at her, and smiled in anticipation.
"That is no longer your concern." She said without turning. "He is in my hands now."
Angel was obviously as confused as Angelous but he wisely kept quiet.
"What? How dare... ? By whose... ?" He tried starting a few times and finally settled on. "Who in Hell do you think you are?"
The smile turned to one of cold danger. If Angelous had seen it he would have stepped back but as it was he had no warning of what was to come.
"DarkChild!" She said as her sword appeared in her hand and she spun on the enforcer demons. The first went down from a single swing through his thick neck. The second made as if to grasp her in his hands. But seeing as he was unarmed he only succeeded in being disarmed before the sword cut him in half from crown to crotch.
Angelous had moved with her first swing as well, but he chose a direction away from her. He was a good distance away and moving fast when DarkChild finally turned her attention back to him. An out stretched arm made an arcane gesture and a fireball appeared, streaking after the retreating vampire. At the last second he seemed to sense its approach and threw himself into a side passage.
"Oh darn, missed." the demoness spoke and then shrugged and turned back to Angel. "And now for you."
Her soulsword flashed once for each hand and foot then Angel tumbled free of his prison.
"Who..." Angel tried asking.
"All in due time, dear Angel, all in due time." As she spoke a stepping disk came at her summons and whisked the pair away.
--- --- ---
S'ym had barely finished his comment to himself when his Mistress reappeared in full demonic glory bearing a prize. If S'ym had a heart it would have sunk through the floor at the sight of her new toy. He shook his head as he re-evaluated his last statement to something much stronger.
"Oh boy, look what the Boss drug in." S'ym said keeping his opinion to himself.
DarkChild tossed the half conscious form to him as she walked by. She then shifted to her mortal form, although this time she chose a black semi-transparent sheath dress with slits up each side almost to her waist, long sleeves and a very low back. The dress clung to each curve and movement as she re-seated herself on the throne. The scrying crystal was back in a moment.
S'ym held up Angel in one massive paw and asked "Is this for me?"
"No S'ym. I'm going to need him in a little while." She replied absently as she watched the happenings in the crystal.
"If that's true Boss, you might want to fix him up a little." S'ym suggested as he poked Angel in the ribs just to hear them grind together. Angel groaned at the light touch.
The words and groan pulled her attention back to her guest. An eyebrow arched as she took in his condition. S'ym, unfortunately, was correct. Angel needed to be tended to if he was to be of any use to her.
"Bring him to my chambers." She commanded and teleported herself thence.
"Oh, sure, she gets to pop in and out and all around but makes S'ym walk with... " he made a show of sniffing Angel and wrinkled his nose "stink-monkey here."
S'ym grumbled as he walked to the DarkChilds private chambers. Only S'ym and two other demons were ever allowed within those chambers. If any other demon tried to enter the wards protecting the chambers would destroy it instantly. Only one had tried and his bleached skull now adorned the wall outside her double doors. S'ym didn't even consider whether or not Angel would be effected by the wards and simply walked in. Lucky for him nothing happened.
"On the bed S'ym." DarkChild commanded from her balcony.
S'ym glanced towards her as he laid his package down. She only stood out there if she was feeling very good about something or if she was wallowing in self pity. Either were emotions which S'ym had no use for so he just turned on his heal and left.
--- --- ---
Angelous ran through the caverns until he was much closer to Diablos throne than where he had met DarkChild. At which point he slowed to a stop. What exactly am I going to say. He pondered as he stood there for a moment. Not coming up with a suitable way to tell the Lord of Terror what had happened he decided to at least be the first to tell him.
A minute later he entered the throne chamber and slowly approached his Lord. Diablo had calmed down since DarkChild had made her exit and was currently enjoying the taste of a roasted young blond human female. The appropriateness of the choice of consumables was not lost on his demonic mind and it had in fact helped to him to regain control. So it was with a casual gaze that he met Angelous approaching form.
"Little Vampire, how is our new guest enjoying his stay." Diablo immediately inquired. Angelous step faltered and he came to a stop farther away from Diablo than he should have.
"Lord Diablo, forgive my intrusion upon your repast." Diablos eyes narrowed at the vampire. "But I bring grave news and am loath for you to hear it."
His snack forgotten Diablo turned fully towards the terrified Angelous. In the back of the mighty demons mind the words of DarkChild floated "that they may take action to see him receive the fate he so deserves". If she was right and THEY had come to remove him he would be furious. But, even with this thought, Angelous next words stunned him.
"But I must inform you that the DarkChild has... taken your rightful prize from this place." It was all Angelous could do to remain standing before his dread lord and await the punishment which was forth coming. Diablos mind went blank upon hearing those words.
"She?" He pondered out loud as the truth of what had been spoken hit home. "DARKCHILD, THERE IS NO WHERE OR WHEN FOR YOU IN WHICH TO HIDE! I WILL FIND THEE AND RIP THINE SOUL INTO INFINITY!"
The volume of his yell and the fury held within sent Angelous soaring backwards into the far wall of the cavern, dowsing him into un-consciousness. Diablo then went on to express his RAGE against anything within his sight and reach. Many nearby souls and demons were torn asunder and cast into the flaming lake.
Upon awaking, Angelous was greeted by the sight of Arioch standing casually before him along with a pair of enforcer demons. Arioch stood about six feet tall with a perfectly sculpted human male body yet this was in no way an indication of his true strength. His entire body appeared to be made of the absolute blackness between the stars of the heavens. No white of eye or teeth, nor red of gums or throat marred this ebony perfection. It was as if his form was the apotheosis of his Chaotic nature.
"Finally you awake my Childe." Angelous thrilled at the caress of evil that was Ariochs voice. "Stand!" He commanded and Angelous obeyed.
As he did he was able to survey the damage done; whole sections of stone had been scooped up and thrown, the sweet smell of burnt flesh and soul filled his nostrils and the parts of many demons and souls littered the remaining floor. Diablo was no where to be seen.
"Where... ?" he began to ask but then felt it would be better not to.
"Lord Diablo is there." Arioch pointed into the lake just as the great Demon Lord surfaced and pulled himself easily upon the shore. Molten rock and flame rolled of the mighty demons skin as if it was water. He was calmer but no less enraged.
"Count yourself beyond lucky that you yet survive." Arioch cautioned him "But if you wish to continue with that condition remain silent!"
"Arioch, it is good that you have arrived. I have a task for you which you should enjoy immensely." Diablos grin had nothing to do with mirth and everything to do with revenge. "You and Angelous are going to Limbo!"
At his words Angelous shuddered yet again and Arioch simply smiled as a predator would just before a kill. He had heard all of the stories of the DarkChild and knew what had recently taken place. He had always desired a chance to test himself against the young Magus so this, to him, was a delightful happen-stance.
"Poor, poor, Angel." Angelous raked a claw slowly down Angels face.
He couldn't avoid the tender ministration as he was bound wrist and ankle against a rock face. Spread eagle with just the remains of his clothes for protection, he was completely helpless before his tormentor.
"Do you want a drink of water?"
"Could..." Angel croaked then tried to lick his lips and immediately regretted it "Could you make it iced tea?"
He was going to be tortured for all eternity so he might as well give some back. Angelous growled and punched him hard in the ribs. Multiple cracks could be easily heard from the impact. Angel grimaced but couldn't avoid the pain.
"Actually I could." Angelous said and summoned up a glass of iced tea. He looked at it and then Angel as if contemplating actually giving it to him. "Nah!" he said and threw it over his shoulder into a nearby river of blood.
The two enforcer demons found that funny and the guttural sounds they made passed as laughter between them. Angelous turned to acknowledge their mirth when a flash of golden light caused him to turn even more.
DarkChild allowed a slight smile to cross her face when she saw the effect of her arrival. The two enforcers, being totally naked, were very obviously aroused by her appearance. Even Angelous was sporting a suspicious bulge in his leather pants. She strolled forward and stopped just before the vampire.
"Angelous." She greeted and acknowledged him with that single word. Angelous answering smile was full of future prospects.
"I'm pleased to see that I am known to such a... lovely creature as yourself." His eyes wandered across her body again.
"And this is the infamous Angel."
DarkChild dismissed Angelous by walking past him towards his twin. His smile twitched into a rictous of displeasure as she stepped close to Angel and inspected him. DarkChild grabbed Angels crotch and slowly let her hand travel upwards from there. He didn't seem to notice until she got to his face and held it towards her.
As she licked her lips contemplating a kiss, he pulled his head from her grasp. A look of fury and pleasure passed across her features, which was followed by a backhand across his face. The strength of the blow rocked his head sideways into the rock face and then back towards her. Three red lines of blood appeared where her nails had sliced open his cheek.
"You haven't broken him." DarkChild spoke as she looked over her shoulder at Angelous.
"Not YET." Angelous replied, promising her that he would eventually break. The demoness turned back to Angel, who was glaring at her, and smiled in anticipation.
"That is no longer your concern." She said without turning. "He is in my hands now."
Angel was obviously as confused as Angelous but he wisely kept quiet.
"What? How dare... ? By whose... ?" He tried starting a few times and finally settled on. "Who in Hell do you think you are?"
The smile turned to one of cold danger. If Angelous had seen it he would have stepped back but as it was he had no warning of what was to come.
"DarkChild!" She said as her sword appeared in her hand and she spun on the enforcer demons. The first went down from a single swing through his thick neck. The second made as if to grasp her in his hands. But seeing as he was unarmed he only succeeded in being disarmed before the sword cut him in half from crown to crotch.
Angelous had moved with her first swing as well, but he chose a direction away from her. He was a good distance away and moving fast when DarkChild finally turned her attention back to him. An out stretched arm made an arcane gesture and a fireball appeared, streaking after the retreating vampire. At the last second he seemed to sense its approach and threw himself into a side passage.
"Oh darn, missed." the demoness spoke and then shrugged and turned back to Angel. "And now for you."
Her soulsword flashed once for each hand and foot then Angel tumbled free of his prison.
"Who..." Angel tried asking.
"All in due time, dear Angel, all in due time." As she spoke a stepping disk came at her summons and whisked the pair away.
--- --- ---
S'ym had barely finished his comment to himself when his Mistress reappeared in full demonic glory bearing a prize. If S'ym had a heart it would have sunk through the floor at the sight of her new toy. He shook his head as he re-evaluated his last statement to something much stronger.
"Oh boy, look what the Boss drug in." S'ym said keeping his opinion to himself.
DarkChild tossed the half conscious form to him as she walked by. She then shifted to her mortal form, although this time she chose a black semi-transparent sheath dress with slits up each side almost to her waist, long sleeves and a very low back. The dress clung to each curve and movement as she re-seated herself on the throne. The scrying crystal was back in a moment.
S'ym held up Angel in one massive paw and asked "Is this for me?"
"No S'ym. I'm going to need him in a little while." She replied absently as she watched the happenings in the crystal.
"If that's true Boss, you might want to fix him up a little." S'ym suggested as he poked Angel in the ribs just to hear them grind together. Angel groaned at the light touch.
The words and groan pulled her attention back to her guest. An eyebrow arched as she took in his condition. S'ym, unfortunately, was correct. Angel needed to be tended to if he was to be of any use to her.
"Bring him to my chambers." She commanded and teleported herself thence.
"Oh, sure, she gets to pop in and out and all around but makes S'ym walk with... " he made a show of sniffing Angel and wrinkled his nose "stink-monkey here."
S'ym grumbled as he walked to the DarkChilds private chambers. Only S'ym and two other demons were ever allowed within those chambers. If any other demon tried to enter the wards protecting the chambers would destroy it instantly. Only one had tried and his bleached skull now adorned the wall outside her double doors. S'ym didn't even consider whether or not Angel would be effected by the wards and simply walked in. Lucky for him nothing happened.
"On the bed S'ym." DarkChild commanded from her balcony.
S'ym glanced towards her as he laid his package down. She only stood out there if she was feeling very good about something or if she was wallowing in self pity. Either were emotions which S'ym had no use for so he just turned on his heal and left.
--- --- ---
Angelous ran through the caverns until he was much closer to Diablos throne than where he had met DarkChild. At which point he slowed to a stop. What exactly am I going to say. He pondered as he stood there for a moment. Not coming up with a suitable way to tell the Lord of Terror what had happened he decided to at least be the first to tell him.
A minute later he entered the throne chamber and slowly approached his Lord. Diablo had calmed down since DarkChild had made her exit and was currently enjoying the taste of a roasted young blond human female. The appropriateness of the choice of consumables was not lost on his demonic mind and it had in fact helped to him to regain control. So it was with a casual gaze that he met Angelous approaching form.
"Little Vampire, how is our new guest enjoying his stay." Diablo immediately inquired. Angelous step faltered and he came to a stop farther away from Diablo than he should have.
"Lord Diablo, forgive my intrusion upon your repast." Diablos eyes narrowed at the vampire. "But I bring grave news and am loath for you to hear it."
His snack forgotten Diablo turned fully towards the terrified Angelous. In the back of the mighty demons mind the words of DarkChild floated "that they may take action to see him receive the fate he so deserves". If she was right and THEY had come to remove him he would be furious. But, even with this thought, Angelous next words stunned him.
"But I must inform you that the DarkChild has... taken your rightful prize from this place." It was all Angelous could do to remain standing before his dread lord and await the punishment which was forth coming. Diablos mind went blank upon hearing those words.
"She?" He pondered out loud as the truth of what had been spoken hit home. "DARKCHILD, THERE IS NO WHERE OR WHEN FOR YOU IN WHICH TO HIDE! I WILL FIND THEE AND RIP THINE SOUL INTO INFINITY!"
The volume of his yell and the fury held within sent Angelous soaring backwards into the far wall of the cavern, dowsing him into un-consciousness. Diablo then went on to express his RAGE against anything within his sight and reach. Many nearby souls and demons were torn asunder and cast into the flaming lake.
Upon awaking, Angelous was greeted by the sight of Arioch standing casually before him along with a pair of enforcer demons. Arioch stood about six feet tall with a perfectly sculpted human male body yet this was in no way an indication of his true strength. His entire body appeared to be made of the absolute blackness between the stars of the heavens. No white of eye or teeth, nor red of gums or throat marred this ebony perfection. It was as if his form was the apotheosis of his Chaotic nature.
"Finally you awake my Childe." Angelous thrilled at the caress of evil that was Ariochs voice. "Stand!" He commanded and Angelous obeyed.
As he did he was able to survey the damage done; whole sections of stone had been scooped up and thrown, the sweet smell of burnt flesh and soul filled his nostrils and the parts of many demons and souls littered the remaining floor. Diablo was no where to be seen.
"Where... ?" he began to ask but then felt it would be better not to.
"Lord Diablo is there." Arioch pointed into the lake just as the great Demon Lord surfaced and pulled himself easily upon the shore. Molten rock and flame rolled of the mighty demons skin as if it was water. He was calmer but no less enraged.
"Count yourself beyond lucky that you yet survive." Arioch cautioned him "But if you wish to continue with that condition remain silent!"
"Arioch, it is good that you have arrived. I have a task for you which you should enjoy immensely." Diablos grin had nothing to do with mirth and everything to do with revenge. "You and Angelous are going to Limbo!"
At his words Angelous shuddered yet again and Arioch simply smiled as a predator would just before a kill. He had heard all of the stories of the DarkChild and knew what had recently taken place. He had always desired a chance to test himself against the young Magus so this, to him, was a delightful happen-stance.
