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I know, I know, I feel horrible I haven't updated-my exams have barely started, but this is my birthday treat to you guys...
(Yes, that's right, it's my birthday today)
Oh, yes, it just got a lot worse.
Chapter title borrowed from Cannibal Corpse.
Thanks to everyone who reviewed!
On with it, shall we?
CHAPTER SIX- SENTENCED TO BURN
Alistair transfers me onto a gurney.
Instant alarm floods through me.
This does not bode well for any of us.
As if he has read my mind, Alistair walks over to Amitiel and stabs her in the heart with a strange silver sword.
Amitiel screams, and her wings disappear.
White, piercing light fills the room, and I screw my eyes tightly shut.
It passes through all its surroundings, and I shriek as her Grace enters my body, inflaming all my wounds.
"Remember what I taught you," Amitiel chokes out.
"I'll help you- even if I'm dead."
It's over in a few short seconds.
Amitiel is dead.
The grief hits me harder than I thought I was capable of.
Alistair turns to me.
"Sorry, darling, I won't have the pleasure of breaking you. But I don't envy you."
He chuckles.
"Who you're going to? Well, he makes me look like a cuddly little kitten."
And suddenly, I know where I'm going.
"Lucifer," Alistair echoes my thoughts.
"NO!"
Jared shouts, reaching for my hand, but I'm already too far away.
I scream his name, but it's of no use.
Our fingers brush together briefly, and then I'm wheeled away.
I don't think I'll ever see his face again.
~Supernatural~
For the first time, I'm seeing other souls.
I search for Dean desperately, but I see no sign of him.
Suddenly, everything turns black.
I can sense something- something alien, a vast, cold presence lurking in the deepest pits of hell.
Ice courses through my veins- it is the most evil thing I've ever felt before.
Lucifer.
Alistair pulls me off the gurney, and I can detect an indistinct shape whch looks almost like...almost like a cage.
And I understand Alistair's plan for me.
I scream, kicking against his hold, but it is futile.
I am still too weak.
"Sorry, honey," Alistair pushes me forward to the cage. "Bigger fish to fry."
Lucifer's very presence makes me sick to my stomach.
And then I'm thrown inside the cage.
There is no getting out.
"Hello, Odette," A cool voice says.
"My name is Lucifer. Welcome to hell."
I scream.
~Supernatural~
There are no words to describe it.
Alistair's torture is nothing in comparison to this.
Because I'm locked inside with the devil.
The devil who has been burning here for centuries, and is directing all his anger at me.
I try not to scream.
It does no good, and it only delights Lucifer more.
I do not know how much time has passed here.
Every second feels like an eternity.
The pain is excruciating.
"Torture is an art," Lucifer hisses in my ear.
"You have to cultivate it. You have to nurture it. You see, that's my talent."
The pain ratchets up, and I rip apart my voice with my shrieking.
"You're stuck here forever, Odette," Lucifer whispers.
"And I'm never letting you go."
My screams no longer sound human.