Chapter 5: Torture With Promise
Twacky gulped as he over heard the conversation. He knew he was not on the
Floating Island any more. He even feared that he was dead and that this was
his afterlife. He pleaded to a God that he did not believe in that he was
still alive as this looked less pleasent then he had hoped his afterlife
would be. Then he realised that a black-furred echidna was walking towards
him, eyes glowing a demonic red. Twackius cowered helplessly in the corner, unable to utter a word. The echidna reached forward, grabbing at his neck and lifting him into the air. He bellowed something that the racoon couldn't make out and the ceiling came to life with the beating of a thousand wings. The creatures, including the one the echidna had been talking to a moment ago flew towards him. They soon engulfed his body, their sharp, barbaric teeth claming down on his flesh, tearing it off in huge lumps. He screamed until
one of the creatures ripped out his throat and began to feast on his vocal chords. The creatures where amazingly precise, not touching the barbed fist of the echidna, who stood their laughing manicly as he was sprayed with blood. He bellowed again and the creatures flew back to their boosts.In his hand was the skeletal remains of Twacky, missing both his arms. The skull, one eye ball hanging perilously out of its socket, began to stir and shake gently. Bat guano began to fall from the roosts above and flesh began to crawl along the floor, rejoing Twacky's skeleton. He began to scream again as his arms reattatched themselves and his vocal chords found their home.
"What the fuck are you?" He yelled "Where the fuck am I? What the fuck are those things?"
The echidna punched him before replying to his questions. "I am Thomas, Prince of The Underworld, You are in the darkside of said Underworld and those are my minions," He said pointing to the creatures.
"Now have you had enough mortal?" The racoon nodded in reply, still trying to comprehend what had happened to him. To his suprise the Guardian folded before him, grabbing both of Twacky's legs. "Then please take me with you," The Dark Echidna was sobbing loudly "I don't wanna be here, I want to go up there where the living are."
Twackius Mortius Coon was faced with the easiest question he had ever been asked
him, eyes glowing a demonic red. Twackius cowered helplessly in the corner, unable to utter a word. The echidna reached forward, grabbing at his neck and lifting him into the air. He bellowed something that the racoon couldn't make out and the ceiling came to life with the beating of a thousand wings. The creatures, including the one the echidna had been talking to a moment ago flew towards him. They soon engulfed his body, their sharp, barbaric teeth claming down on his flesh, tearing it off in huge lumps. He screamed until
one of the creatures ripped out his throat and began to feast on his vocal chords. The creatures where amazingly precise, not touching the barbed fist of the echidna, who stood their laughing manicly as he was sprayed with blood. He bellowed again and the creatures flew back to their boosts.In his hand was the skeletal remains of Twacky, missing both his arms. The skull, one eye ball hanging perilously out of its socket, began to stir and shake gently. Bat guano began to fall from the roosts above and flesh began to crawl along the floor, rejoing Twacky's skeleton. He began to scream again as his arms reattatched themselves and his vocal chords found their home.
"What the fuck are you?" He yelled "Where the fuck am I? What the fuck are those things?"
The echidna punched him before replying to his questions. "I am Thomas, Prince of The Underworld, You are in the darkside of said Underworld and those are my minions," He said pointing to the creatures.
"Now have you had enough mortal?" The racoon nodded in reply, still trying to comprehend what had happened to him. To his suprise the Guardian folded before him, grabbing both of Twacky's legs. "Then please take me with you," The Dark Echidna was sobbing loudly "I don't wanna be here, I want to go up there where the living are."
Twackius Mortius Coon was faced with the easiest question he had ever been asked
