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Chapter six: Sanctuary of the Wounded, part III: The Road to Hell
Cold, it was very cold on the road and at that speed, but he paid it no attention. Soon it would be very hot, as soon as he reached his destination. The Road to Hell...it was his first and last stop. The being inside him recoiled in horror and shock over the last events, all so painfully etched and carved out of his memory.
He ruthlessly squashed him back down, nothing would make him turn back now.
He'd rather lose himself in excruciating torture from night to day than see them hurt, crying and in pain, their eyes looking down upon him, their faces so clearly showing disappointment.
The demon inhabiting his body rose back into the seat at that thought, lips twisting in fury and jaws locking together in an attempt to quench his anger and his hatred and keep focusing on the road stretching out ahead of him. They had no right, he thought.
Who were they to judge him so cruelly, so completely that he couldn't even breathe with the suddenness of it all.
"Well you should know by now that your decisions can hurt someone, and you had no right to make that choice in the first place! Just go home, I have to think about your mother right now."
So, he didn't have the right to make any choices regarding his future anymore, had he?
They'd see, oh how he'd make them see.
First Jor-el, suddenly springing out of nowhere saying "hey I'm your daddy and I have suddenly decided to have a part in your life – actually make that control it – and you'll bring misery to everyone you know and love!"
A growl found its way past his tightly clenched lips, and this time he let it fly out, free as a bird.
It seemed that he had been very unfortunate in family ties. He meant nothing to them, nothing but a tool to control and a puppet they might let out to play hero for them if he behaved.
He hated them, he hated them all, but the last thing he would do was make them see how wrong they were if they thought they knew him, make them see how strong and independent he could be without them, how better a person he would be without those hypocrites making decisions and choosing what they wanted for his life.
And his friends too.
God forbid he should forget them. The whole lot of them thought they were so much better than him, everything was always so right and just, they had to go and tell him that what he was doing was wrong and it wasn't the right way to approach the situation.
Bastards, he thought.
They didn't know, they had no inkling of what it was like being him day after day.
Useless and doing the wrong thing, am I?
And who was the one that got them out of sticky situations all the time, who was the one that had to work his ass off to slave out in the fields of a puny stack of mouldy wood those people called a farm?
Who had to mask his every reaction and movement so that no one ever discovered the real 'man' hiding just behind the mask of country boy?
Who had to restrain himself from pursuing his dreams when they would cause damage and hurt so many people he felt close to?
His lips twisted in annoyance when he felt a twinge inside him, his mind momentarily oozing a yellow substance in pain.
The pathetic boy inside just would not let him be.
How dare you insult my life and my family?
He sneered in contempt, before adjusting his grip on the seat, fingers flexing slowly and deliberately on the motorbike's handles, putting on speed and more road behind him.
Shut up, Clark.
No, I will not sit by and watch you destroy my existence. You will not do a single thing against them , nor speak about them. EVER. I won't let you hurt them. I won't let you!
A short sound exploded from his throat, eyes eerily sparkling red, before settling back to malicious dark blue.
HA!
And just what do you plan to do to stop me? Don't forget I'm wearing the ring. It makes me more powerful, and trust me Clark, it feels good to be back in control.
Damn you! I've worn the ring before, and fought its intoxicating invitations. I won, and I'll do it again.
Go right ahead, by all means. I ain't gonna stop ya.
And, oh by the way, just in case you have failed to notice, last time you were not locked up with iron bars inside a self-built cage.
I see you don't answer to that; I guess you're finally realizing who's the one in control here, and you're wizening up in the process too. Good on ya, mate.
Shut up!
The demon smiled ferociously and his muscles relaxed, letting the hum of the motor beneath his hips work its magic through his back and thighs.
I guess mummy's little boy doesn't like hearing the cold, hard truth, even if it is said for his own benefit.
You stinking pellet of filth! I hate you!
He hates me, he hates me!
Oh boo-hoo.
I can feel the tears just welling up and washing down my face.
I'll beat the hell outta you as soon as I get out of this thing! You just watch me go!
I'll do that, and in the meantime, I would sit back and enjoy the ride before the show, cuz in two days'time...you bleed, little boy.
What are you talking about? You can't hurt me without damaging yourself.
It's a risk I'm willing to take, and after I meet up with the right crowd, it'll be worth watching you bleed into yourself, slowly disappearing from the face of this planet...and in your wake, there will not be tears, you can be sure of that Clark.
But don't worry, I'll still be here when you'll be gone.
And I'll still be in control.
I will be six feet under in hell before I let you do that.
Oh you'll let me do it alright, and as for being six feet under in hell, well that can be arranged soon Clark.
Your words can't hurt me and your threats are empty. We both know that as long as I'm wearing the ring I'm the strongest. And you can't fight it off me either, because to do that you will need to break free from your personal little cell.
And to do that, you will have to let all your family and friends go, and embrace the darkness.
But you're too puny and too blind to see that, so I think you should start getting used to it, because you're going to be in there for a while before you will be disposed of.
I'll come out, and when I do, you're going to wish you had never even thought of letting the Ring enter your thoughts.
Oooh, big words.
I like it when you get all threatening and forceful-like.
But I'm going to win, Clark, and the sooner you start seeing that, the better off you'll be.
And when I do, everyone will see what it will be like to cross paths with Kal-El, the Chaos Harbinger.
The Destroyer.
NOOO!! I'll fight till the very death of me, but I won't let you destroy everything I have and love!
Love? Love, Clark? And where has your precious love taken you to, Clark?
Huh baby?
Tell me, I am most anxious to get this over with and get onto the plans I have for us, you see.
Where was your stinking love when you needed to be saved, when you needed a shoulder to cry on? Who offered you a shelter when you were so badly hurt from their contempt and their petty feelings of superiority?
I did.
You didn't lend me a refuge; you caged me!
And for the greater good too. Look at yourself, Clark.
You're weak and in pain right now. For once, just let yourself go; I'll take care of you. I'll look out for us, my precious.
You always fight so hard, that sometimes you just lose the reason why you were fighting in the first place. Just embrace it Clark, and let me in; let me love you like no one in this wretched world can.
No, no...you'll destroy everything.
Shhh, shhh, my darling. Everything I'm going to do will be for our future together. Just let me in, and I promise you, I'll stop this pain tonight.
The demon found its way along the road to their connection, and started travelling along it, slowly and feeling Clark's soul beneath him, reached out and caressed like one would do to one's lover.
A moan of pleasure found its way past his lips, and he tasted the essence, gulping it down, licking it, kissing it, slowly loving it, until Clark let his barriers down and come inside of him.
He stroked, caressed and felt the essence in front of him, slowly seeking the pinpoint of release and weakness, ready to satisfy his desire. When he found it, the demon licked it and slowly, ever so slowly, he inserted his hand in it, a glowing red light slowly forming in the palm of his hand.
Clark gasped in pain and then a sickly sweet pleasure engulfed his soul, radiating out from the edges of his consciousness towards his centre. Is this what being penetrated felt like?
He didn't know.
The demon inside him got closer and rubbed himself against Clark's soul, panting and moaning under his breath, his release coming very close.
God, Clark you taste so good...and you feel like the most wonderful thing I have ever met. We'll be such a good match, baby.
And I'll take better care of you, and protect you more than they ever did.
His breath was harsh now, and he jerked himself closer to Clark's soul, his rubbing picking up the pace, while his hand moved up and down in Clark's entrance, waiting until the barrier was down and he could insert himself inside.
Clark was breathing heavily now, the demon inside him was rubbing his essence so furiously and so passionately, his words were coming closer to him more than he wanted to acknowledge, and for a brief moment he wondered what it would be like if he let the demon inside his core, where there would be no going back.
It was Clark's brief distraction the demon had been waiting for: he jammed his hand up further, and let the light spread at the entrance, forcing it and enticing it to keep its gates open.
Oh yes, baby, you're finally mine, I've wanted you bad for so long.
The demon mounted on Clark's soul essence, and with a jerk of his own being, entered him.
For a split second the demon stopped in his tracks, the most wonderful feeling engulfing him, then rocked back and forth, moaning and breathing harshly, a black smoke-like set of tentacles winding themselves into Clark's soul, spreading and contaminating everything they touched.
Oh my...oh yeah...yes, yes like that...you feel so good baby, so good...come with me now...let me show you what it's like when you lose control...
The demon's thrusts into the soul beneath him were picking up in their pace, becoming almost violent, each time they made contact, more of the black smoke would leave the demon and enter Clark's soul, twisting the memories, corrupting the core, blackening everything until it changed from a blinding white to a void of black.
Clark gasped, the breath was knocked out of him, then screamed in pain at the sudden invasion, and everything blacked out.
The demon was so close to completing his task, so close, and the pleasure was slowly coursing in deep waves through his essence, shuddering so much, he thought he'd lose his 'mind' with it.
When he felt Clark's essence tense and saw that everything was black, he felt his release spurt inside and gave a great shout of pleasure and fulfilment, his thrusts finally ceasing, the black smoke now invading the once white soul beneath him, and he jacked out, and back into his body, feeling complete and at total ease.
It was done.
Clark was his now.
He was in control, and here was no way anyone was going to bring him out of it.
Taking Clark's essence was like taking a female's body...only the pleasure he felt was better in that he had Clark now safely tucked away in his own mind and memories, so tightly bound that it would take more than a miracle to get out.
He breathed in the fresh air surrounding him, and it almost smelled better than it did before.
A feral grin broke out on the boy's lips, eyes once again gleaming with a red light before they became completely black.
Soon he would reach his destination, and then he was going to start playing for good.
The bike turned at a sign on the road, slowly gaining a break-neck speed, and dissolved into the dark of the dusk.
And there is chapter six in the Cruelty of the Stars. A huge thank you to all those who reviewed, you people are the greatest comfort needed ... it's you who keep the story going, and a writer could not be more glad and proud of her work, even if it is small.
You will have noticed of course that I used at times both the first and third singular person in this chapter, a.k.a I / he, and that is because the demon and Clark are two different beings, and the confusion of Clark's thoughts and the paradox of the events seemed to obtain a better result with this confusing bond.
Thanks again to all my reviewers, I hope you will have enjoyed this chapter.
P.S. before you start flame-throwing, this was not a very slashy chapter, and NO, the demon did not rape Clark's body, more like his soul, slowly corrupting it and taking over him, so that he would be more of a prisoner now than he had ever been before to the Ring. And I think I have said enough, and in true Merovingian fashion, I will say adieu and goodbye.
Until next time,
Lady Zee