Disclaimer: Any Dogma characters you recognise are property of Kevin Smith
and the film company. Any you don't are probably mine. Since I have no
money, you'll only get a few raggedy Lord of the Rings posters and dog-
eared paperbacks out of me if you sue.
Icy fingers seemed to dance their way over Bethany's shoulders, and down her spine. She looked around an environment she didn't remember. Her clothes had been reduced to nothing more than dirty white rags. She pulled them around herself, and walked in the most promising direction: Forward into the smoke that surrounded her. As the smoke cleared, she began to see where her feet were carrying her. She was walking into the entrance of a tunnel, a cavernous black mouth, belching out smoke tainted with the reek of scorched flesh. Cold prickles of sweat covered her forehead, she tried to turn back, but her feet carried her mindlessly onwards, down and down into the belly of the earth. The stench of sulphur, and that horrible, ever prevalent smell, of burning flesh scraped at her nostrils and throat. The heat was intense. As she looked around her, she saw cracks in the floor ahead, tiny streams of molten rock. Even as she stepped on them, the skin did not blister or burn. The smell grew stronger as she continued into a massive underground cavern. A pair of broken iron gates lay ahead. Passing through them, Bethany felt as if she had walked through an invisible wall, because the instant she did, a tumultuous roar of agonised screams hit her ears. She tried to cover them, but her hands seemed locked to her sides. Still her feet carried her blindly onwards.
A row of crosses lay ahead. On the crosses, men and women cried out in sheer agony, whipped by demons for every sound they made. Behind the crosses were more and more rows. All around her were people screaming with pain. A man who looked as if he could be whipped to more was still having his bare back lashed by yet another demon. A woman, bound to a wall by evil- looking manacles, had her naked body covered with hissing snakes, and screeched as they sank in their fangs repeatedly. That stench of death came from huge heaps of burning bodies, with demons constantly shovelling hot coals onto their victims, who were begging for mercy. She wanted to vomit, or scream, or both. And there in the midst of it all, stood a white-suited Azreal, a sneer on his face as Bethany hypnotically walked towards him.
With a snap of his fingers, she was knelt before him, bowing her head in shame and completely under his control. "So, here you are. Nice place for a first date, though it does get a little...stuffy". He laughed softly, crouching to her level to wipe away a tear with one clawed finger. "You know, I hope you like it here, because you'll be here a while. I've been looking for someone like you. But, if you're going to stay here, maybe we should make a few...minor changes". He took her hand, and pulled her to her feet. "I think make-up and wardrobe may need to do a little work on you." Yet another snap of his fingers, and the rags were gone, and she stood, every inch a queen of hell in red and black velvet and lace, her hair held back with a gold net dripping with precious stones. The dress was suffocatingly hot, and uncomfortably tight around her chest and stomach, the headdress too heavy.
"Perfect" he smiled "And now, my little princess, one last thing..." He walked behind her, lacing his hands around her waist, bringing them to rest on her heavily pregnant stomach, pressing the claws in lightly. "A little girl, if I'm not mistaken. The last, last scion. Since she doesn't appear to have any last words...." "No...Please" She whispered "We can't have the little brat causing any problems can we? You'll never miss her, not when you've got a few little demons of your own" "No, You can't" "Think you'll find I can" He sneered, digging the claws in deeper, puncturing the skin. Bethany winced "Please, you can do anything, not her..." "Sorry Bethany" he grinned widely as two demons grabbed her wrists. "NO! Please Azreal, NO!" She screamed, but to no avail. He produced a ruby-studded dagger from a pocket, and without warning, plunged it deep into her stomach. Pain exploded through her body as she screamed, her head thrown back in agony, choking blood as Azreal laughed in her face.
A/N: Yep, My first Dogma Fic (Phew, after writers block, it's all coming back too quickly!). Hoping to have some fun with the Metatron, Jay and Silent Bob in later chapters. Will post more very soon.
Bye for now
Ianua xx
Icy fingers seemed to dance their way over Bethany's shoulders, and down her spine. She looked around an environment she didn't remember. Her clothes had been reduced to nothing more than dirty white rags. She pulled them around herself, and walked in the most promising direction: Forward into the smoke that surrounded her. As the smoke cleared, she began to see where her feet were carrying her. She was walking into the entrance of a tunnel, a cavernous black mouth, belching out smoke tainted with the reek of scorched flesh. Cold prickles of sweat covered her forehead, she tried to turn back, but her feet carried her mindlessly onwards, down and down into the belly of the earth. The stench of sulphur, and that horrible, ever prevalent smell, of burning flesh scraped at her nostrils and throat. The heat was intense. As she looked around her, she saw cracks in the floor ahead, tiny streams of molten rock. Even as she stepped on them, the skin did not blister or burn. The smell grew stronger as she continued into a massive underground cavern. A pair of broken iron gates lay ahead. Passing through them, Bethany felt as if she had walked through an invisible wall, because the instant she did, a tumultuous roar of agonised screams hit her ears. She tried to cover them, but her hands seemed locked to her sides. Still her feet carried her blindly onwards.
A row of crosses lay ahead. On the crosses, men and women cried out in sheer agony, whipped by demons for every sound they made. Behind the crosses were more and more rows. All around her were people screaming with pain. A man who looked as if he could be whipped to more was still having his bare back lashed by yet another demon. A woman, bound to a wall by evil- looking manacles, had her naked body covered with hissing snakes, and screeched as they sank in their fangs repeatedly. That stench of death came from huge heaps of burning bodies, with demons constantly shovelling hot coals onto their victims, who were begging for mercy. She wanted to vomit, or scream, or both. And there in the midst of it all, stood a white-suited Azreal, a sneer on his face as Bethany hypnotically walked towards him.
With a snap of his fingers, she was knelt before him, bowing her head in shame and completely under his control. "So, here you are. Nice place for a first date, though it does get a little...stuffy". He laughed softly, crouching to her level to wipe away a tear with one clawed finger. "You know, I hope you like it here, because you'll be here a while. I've been looking for someone like you. But, if you're going to stay here, maybe we should make a few...minor changes". He took her hand, and pulled her to her feet. "I think make-up and wardrobe may need to do a little work on you." Yet another snap of his fingers, and the rags were gone, and she stood, every inch a queen of hell in red and black velvet and lace, her hair held back with a gold net dripping with precious stones. The dress was suffocatingly hot, and uncomfortably tight around her chest and stomach, the headdress too heavy.
"Perfect" he smiled "And now, my little princess, one last thing..." He walked behind her, lacing his hands around her waist, bringing them to rest on her heavily pregnant stomach, pressing the claws in lightly. "A little girl, if I'm not mistaken. The last, last scion. Since she doesn't appear to have any last words...." "No...Please" She whispered "We can't have the little brat causing any problems can we? You'll never miss her, not when you've got a few little demons of your own" "No, You can't" "Think you'll find I can" He sneered, digging the claws in deeper, puncturing the skin. Bethany winced "Please, you can do anything, not her..." "Sorry Bethany" he grinned widely as two demons grabbed her wrists. "NO! Please Azreal, NO!" She screamed, but to no avail. He produced a ruby-studded dagger from a pocket, and without warning, plunged it deep into her stomach. Pain exploded through her body as she screamed, her head thrown back in agony, choking blood as Azreal laughed in her face.
A/N: Yep, My first Dogma Fic (Phew, after writers block, it's all coming back too quickly!). Hoping to have some fun with the Metatron, Jay and Silent Bob in later chapters. Will post more very soon.
Bye for now
Ianua xx