A/N: I need a vote. Vote yes if you think this needs a sequel (finished writing the story, remember?) or if you want one, vote no if you don't. Please tell me your opinion, I need to know. Thank you!
Out of hyper randomness, today I got a review for chapter six that said, "you are really scary and so is your story. I think i'll stop reading now. bye bye" LOL that amuses the living hell out of me… Also, consider this. You clicked on a story called, "Blood, Demons, and Sadists". By someone called Twistedmaniac. The summary for which is, "Draco tortures Harry in a number of different ways, with help from Hades. Torture, slash, disturbing scenes, language, some rape, full summary inside" And that's excluding the fact that you already read the first five chapters and ignored the two page warning in the first chapter. That's some talented ignorance right there.
Guinn Pern: Lol, I promise to write more. It's SO much fun writing this story, anyway, I don't think I could give it up.
KuramaIsFine: Hehe, I can see why you're confused. I'll explain. They're giving Harry the demon blood to make it so he can't die, or suicide himself. See, if he can't die, they can torture him with whatever they want, for however long they want to, and not have to worry about Harry dying. It also will up Harry's misery knowing that not even suicide can save him. Lol, I didn't count on Hades being this popular. I love it!
akuma-river: I guess I didn't make that clear enough. What Draco did was he took a needle, stuck it through Harry's bottom lip, and into the top, weaving it through the skin a few times with each needle, effectively closing his mouth. I hope that helps. Lol, yes…turn out for the best…about that….
Chibi Venusmoon: Lol, I'd have to agree, even as the author. I'm shameless.
James Skye: Oh, don't worry, I have not forgotten about the salt wound. The only this is what Harry is experiencing is so much more painful and distracting, that it overwhelms the fact that he has it. It's also, coincidentally, mentioned in this chapter.
in these chains: Lol, yeouch is right. Poor Harry. Which is said as if I feel bad for him. Sadly, I'm on Hades and Draco's side all the way. Lol, they're just too awesome. Oh, I know! You can't just say the same words over and over again. They need to invent new ones. Or you know, maybe I'll sound smart and look up "scream" in the Thesaurus. Took me about seven times to spell that. Wow… But anyhow, thank you!
anonymous: As you mentioned, you're almost definitely gone, but…I'm sorry you had to resort to calling me scary. It was wrong of me to write this. Shame on me. can't take it anymore and bursts out laughing
typicaltuesday: I do appreciate you not spazzing…though really it amuses me terribly when people call me sick and so on. I'm glad that you thought it had a plot and was well written, that's good to hear. Thanks for saying so, and for reviewing. Also, as a warning, the story only gets worse, though I'm sure you've stopped reading by now.
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Hades and I stood silently, watching him twist and writhe with agony, and make those high pain noises, as if something was eating his insides. Which it was. The demon blood devours all in its path, burning away at the intestines and internal organs like acid. Even the few masochists we tested didn't like this.
We didn't need to say anything. We were reveling in those shrill whimpers, the interesting shapes he twisted into, the blood he spread around as he moved, covering him from his nose down to his upper chest, and staining some of the ground as he rolled around. There's a surprising amount of blood in the humans lips. We watched, and it was like a religious fanatic having a vision of their God. Fulfilling, satisfying, wonderful, to watch someone agonizing on the floor of our dungeon, eyes rolling, tears flowing from them, and feel this. I can't describe the feeling to you we get from this, you who have never done this. Some of the feelings, yes, but, well, let's get on with the gore fest.
Hades and I couldn't torture him, and if you've ever had your insides dipped in acid times a thousand, you know why. Or how about this. Ever been burned and then you have some sort of deep cut, another wound? The burn will always hurt more, and it almost makes it so you can't feel the other pain. We would have to wait.
Knowing his insatiable curiosity, I figured he might have asked what was going on if his mouth wasn't pinned shut with needles, and he wasn't in the worst pain of his life.
I knelt, and put a hand on either side of his head, held it still so only the rest of the body kept moving. "Look at me."
But his eyes were still rolling in the back of his head, so that was rather difficult. "Okay, don't. But here's what's happening: The blood is kind of like a predatory virus, it spreads throughout your innards, eating them, burning them, destroying them so that only the blood will be there. You won't need to breathe, as you will no longer have lungs. You won't have any of your organs, so you won't have to eat, and most importantly…no wait, I'll say that when you can really listen." I stepped back, and wasn't disappointed. The blood worked quickly, unless instructed otherwise. He stopped thrashing around, gradually, and just lay still, staring at the ceiling.
"Harry?" I asked experimentally. No answer. Well, I didn't expect an answer, as his mouth was sewn shut, but there was no reaction. He wasn't dead, the blood could do that, but not if it had a purpose, our purpose.
"I'm going to remove the needles, Harry." Why did I tell him this? Why, it's simple. Now he knows what will happen, and it will fill him with more fear, fear of what's about to happen, even in the after effects of the blood.
His head rolled uselessly from side to side, once, and I realized that he was trying to shake his head, telling me not to. He was just too weak right now to do much.
"It's okay, I'm sure they hurt a lot more going in than they will coming out," I said honestly, not trying to comfort him, just honesty. Well, and building some more fear.
He struggled to sit up, and wound up making a sound deep in his throat, too hurt to even convulse from the pain.
"Well, fuck that," I said disgustedly. "We can't have that either. It's no fun if you aren't fully aware of what's going on and you can't even fight me. I mean, come on, you can't even scream."
"Go get a potion," Hades suggested. "I'll take out the needles."
I nodded, and walked over once again to the shelf, scanning it quickly, and grabbed a dark green potion. Perfect. This would set him back to normal, so he could fully appreciate what we would say to him next; and after that, what we would do to him.
I brought myself to him level once more. I stared at Hades for a moment. He was sucking the blood off of the needles, slowly, eyes on me, knowing I was watching. I must have started coming closer to him, because he laughed, and said, "Not until we finish with him."
"I can't concentrate if you do that," I said testily.
He smiled knowingly, and I said firmly, looking away so that I didn't have to watch him, "I mean it, stop being so damn sexy. Satan, it's a wonder we ever get anything done with you around."
He laughed again, and reached for the potion. "I can't help it. Was I supposed to leave the blood on the needles? His blood?"
Ohh, he had me there.
"…fuckin…psychos…" Harry rasped, and if I had been like one of you, it would have hurt to hear him. As it was, it was beautiful. Don't say it isn't until you've been in this situation, or heard someone rasping those words to you after you torture them so badly they're forced to sound like that. It really is.
"We are, aren't we?" I said, smiling. "Well, you're already on your way to where we are, so you really shouldn't be talking, especially not after your little confession."
That shut him up.
"Now, open up, or are we going to have to go through all that again?"
Harry tried to clear his throat, trying to speak, and coughed violently, sending his body into involuntary spasms, which actually brought a moan from his mouth. The sound made me crawl right next to him, and look into his eyes, which were glazed over from too much pain in too small a period of time. I licked a stray stream of blood that was flowing from his mutilated lips, and his eyes closed. That sweet taste made me shiver, and I had to restrain myself from doing something a little different from torture to him.
Though one thing, to help with your understanding of our art. Blood isn't sweet. It's not like some kind of dessert, or candy. It has a wholesome, slightly metallic, taste that is next to impossible to describe. And his blood? I'd never drink another liquid again. Really, I might not. Or, to be specific, I'd never drink anyone else's blood (Hades is the exception) when he was around.
I licked a wet, hot line across his lips, which were covered in blood and reduced almost to tatters, and they parted for me. But if I have learned anything, (though I've learned so much) it's self control. Even for one as delectable as Harry. His lips were open, and that was the goal. I pulled back, and poured in the potion, much faster this time.
He choked a little, but it actually went down much better than the blood, the liquid I fed him not hurting him this time.
When it was done, he sat up, and his lips were whole once again, and he was fully back to himself. The salt wound was still there, don't worry, I wouldn't take that away. I just need him awake right now.
"Guess what, Harry?" Hades asked, sitting down on the other side of him.
"What?" he asked obediently, albeit in a voice as cold as ice.
"You can't die now!" I said, smiling sweetly. "So suicide's out, and we can really get on with things now."
"WHAT!" Harry yelled, jumping to his feet. "You made me fucking immortal!"
"I must say it's a relief," Hades said, standing. "Humans are so frail. Torturing them is loads of fun, but there's that constant worry that they'll snuff it while we're working."
"So now we don't have to be careful anymore! Because you aren't a weak little mortal man now!" I said happily, joining the two in standing. "And we can do whatever we want!"
"We can choke you for hours, and you won't die! We can cut you up into bite size pieces and set them on fire and you still won't die! Here, we'll demonstrate," I said, grinning, and grabbed his arm, Hades grabbing the other.
"I'll find a way," Harry said, staring into my eyes, completely serious. "I'll find one."
"Aww. You really believe that don't you?" I looked into his eyes, smiling. "It's insane. You've got all this shit, you're well on your way to being a sadist, you defeated Voldemort, and yet…"
"You are so fucking naïve," Hades laughed.
"And you have this crazy innocence that just won't leave," I added. "Just give in to it! Do whatever you want to! Don't hold back!"
"You'll be so much happier," Hades chimed in. "Look at us! I can't remember the last time I saw Draco looking depressed."
"Yeah, being a sadistic sociopath is the ultimate high," I agreed.
"I won't, I won't do it," Harry said, shaking his head, eyes narrowed, face set. "I'm different than you two, I'm not like you."
"Keep telling yourself that," I advised. "You can only get worse."
He stared coolly at me, calm and composed. "I am not a sadist."
Hades and I locked eyes and laughed. "All the same to us, you can fucking bathe in your denial for all we care. Sadist or not, we can still torture the living hell out of you."
"I'm going to improvise on this one," I said, deep in thought. "But go get the nails."
"How about some little sharps, too?" Hades said, walking over to the Wall. "And some not so little ones."
"Sure," I said, smiling brightly, just as Harry went limp. "What are you doing?"
"Sorry, I just can't find it in me to help you torture me," he said dryly. "And my side fucking hurts."
"Good!" I beamed at him, looking down at him from where he lay slumped on the floor. "Then we've done our job." Hades came back over to us and dumped an armful of weapons at his feet, with a painfully loud clatter that made Harry wince.
"Ready," he announced, grinning.
"Excellent." Still holding Harry's hand, I yanked him sharply up to his feet. There was a wet sucking sound, followed immediately by a sharp pop! and Harry screamed.
"Oh, look, your arm's dislocated," I said, yanking it further, and he shrieked, the high sound resonating off the walls. "Now get up, or you'll have more than an arm that's dislocated."
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Harry stared up at me, the anger fading until there was that confused, overwhelmed kid that just wanted to go home. That helpless, vulnerable, I'm at your mercy look that was begging me to do what would surely be the right thing and let him go; or say something, anything, comforting. I stared into those wide, pain filled green eyes, and I let myself go blank, let the gaping hole that should have been my conscience shine through my gray eyes, and felt a cruel smile light up my face. "Hand me the nails, Hades."
I never took my eyes off of his, let him see that, oh, golly, what a surprise, YOU AREN'T GOING HOME, fucktard. Be a better judge of character. We're sadists, and worse: We don't even have consciences. That's no secret. That, or listen to what we've been telling you and demonstrating for you ever since you got here; we're having the time of our lives and Hades is going to turn pacifist before we let you go.
"Harry, Harry, when will you fucking learn?" I sighed, crouching once again to his level, and voicing some of my thoughts. "Be a better judge of character. Please."
Harry dropped his eyes, which had dulled a moment ago, and then met mine again, knowing exactly what I was talking about. But at least there was no ounce of surprise in his face, no shock that I didn't try and comfort him. "I know, I know. It was a stupid thought."
"I'm glad you understand," I said before he was halfway through speaking. "Now shut up. You talk too much."
Harry glared at me. "What, you just want me to be silent and accept the worst thing that has ever happened to me?"
"You don't have to be silent," I said as I was handed several, long, thick, crudely made iron nails. It hurts more if it isn't all smooth, and straight, you see. "On the contrary, you're encouraged to scream all you want."
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A/N: There's a brand new reply option that comes with each of your reviews, so do you mind if I reply that way? I'll still display announcements, frequently asked questions and such, but it's easier in a way to just reply to the reviews as I get them. That way I don't leave any out. Also, if there isn't a question or a comment that needs answering, I might not reply to that particular review. Because some reviews the only thing to say is thanks, and I hope you know that I mean that to every review I get, and mainly, I also am starting to run very short on time. And I'm sorry for that. So this would leave me with more time to write and do everything else that needs to be done. Yes, so, I am sorry, but a lot of things are going on, and this is how it goes. And it's my birthday on Monday, the 28, November, obviously, so I'm all happy! PRESENTS! drools