Chapter 12
"Tell me where they are."
She took a deep breath, before saying in a battered, but strong voice, "No."
Hope's head went sideways as the Hellish Torturer slapped her so hard, her ears rang. The Messenger couldn't help a sob that escaped her lips as she slowly put her gaze forward.
Hours, it seemed, had passed since her capture and the Demoness before her had been relentless.
Beatings, slaps, deprivation, endless questions about where her guardians were hiding.
Hope didn't want to be tortured until she discorporated, but she would never give up Mr. Aziraphale or Mr. Crowley. Though she didn't know why they were being brought up.
"Do you really think you're protecting them?" The Demoness hissed, "They sent you to your death."
"No…..." Hope whispered. She didn't want to shake her head, knowing that with the concussion she probably had, it would make her dizzy. "They didn't. It was…. the Archangels, Gabriel, that sent me."
Mazdikeen chuckled before laying down another slap on her face. "Like I'd believe that."
Hope sobbed again, her tenuous grasp on consciousness fading. "Please…. I'm telling the truth…."
The Messenger watched with horror as the demoness slid out a knife, the blade thankfully not made of Daemonic obsidian, from a sheath. She held it up and the blade glinted evilly in the light. Tears prickled Hope's eyes as she realized what that was for.
"Let's go over this one more time."