The Protectors of Genesis Book 2 {Hell-Bound} Chapter 3

 

Night fell in the city deprived and savage City of Pride with the darkening of the scarlet sky and the disappearance of the fallen star given way to the shimmering red stars, lighten up the darkened sky with reddish hue and as night fell, all the demons of the City of Pride crawled back in to whatever hole and dark corner they lived in, rest and slumber until the fallen star returned and the scarlet sky shun bright once more, all except one that is.

Little Lazarus watched from his room windows as the demons that roamed about the streets during the day, committing vile and heinous acts which his young, naïve and ignorant mind confused as play.

Lazarus looked down at the city below, wishing, much more than anything, that he could go down there and play with the other demons, just like he did with Mr. Lucifer.

Hated being alone within the confines of his room and wanted nothing more than to have someone he could play games with.

Apart from Temptation and Mr. Lucifer, he didn’t really have anyone.

He knew about the other children in the palace as their screams and wails echoed all around the castle’s halls, and would often ask Temptation if he could go play with them but she always refused even when he continuously insisted, saying the other children like playing on their own and would not want him to join them.

And as for Mr. Lucifer, he was always so engross in the games they played together that he rely ever spoke to him, only yelling and screaming out of joy as they played together.

Lazarus wished that at the very least he could have one friend, he didn’t care who or what he, along as he was his friend.

Lazarus then came out of his train of deep thought when he heard the door of his room being unlocked and the door opening.

Then a boy was flung in to the room, crashing down hard on the ground before the door closed back up with a loud bang as it was slammed shut.

The boy who was flung in to the room then lowly raised his head and saw Lazarus with the dim light being cast from the window not being enough to cast away the darkness that engulfed the room for the boy to see Lazarus’s face clearly as he was only able to make out a faint silhouette of him .

Lazarus looked at the boy with a look of confusion and intrigue, wondering who he was and what he was doing in his room before taking a step closer to see the boy’s face a bit more clearly.

The boy, seeing Lazarus approach began to shiver and shake out of fear, not knowing who Lazarus was and assuming he was just like the demons of Haidas, heartless and cruel, who only find pleasure in tormenting and torturing others.

The boy looked at Lazarus with a look of pure and utter horror, with his fear only growing more with and every step taken by Lazarus as he made his way to him.

Once Lazarus was close enough to the boy he extended his hand to him but just as he so, the boy, driven solely by the fear and utter terror which his entire body, opened his mouth then proceeded to attack Lazarus by spewing out from his open mouth hot, skin melting, corrosive acid at him.

The acid hit Lazarus and then sent him falling straight down to the ground.

The boy then made his way to Lazarus before gasping out in shock upon reaching Lazarus and seeing that he was just a child just like him, pure and untainted by sin, and was yet to undergo a demonic transformation.

“Oh no, what have I done” the boy asked himself as he looked down to Lazarus’s body which was now severely burnt by the acid with a look of dread and guilt on his face over what he had just done, presuming Lazarus to be dead.

The boy then froze up as he looked down at Lazarus’s body, internally questioning him over how he could hurt someone like that, had his time there really started to mold and shape him in to one of those blood thirsty and chaotic demons that existed outside the castle walls, demons who’s only desire was destroy, kill and wreak havoc across the land.

The boy looked then looked at his hands and even though there was not a drop on it, he deemed it to be soiled in the innocent blood of person he just attack.

The boy at that moment, filled with nothing but guilt slowly felt a wave of shame wash over him and with it his innate demonic nature began to slowly surface.

The boy felt, like a beast clawing its way out, tiring him apart from the inside out.

He tried to fight it as best he could but no matter how he tried to keep it from coming out the beast from with refused to submit.

The boy then went down on his knees, struggling to maintain himself and his sanity from being taken over by his beast but he wasn’t strong enough to keep the beast at bay as he slowly felt it begin to consume him.

He then felt his body begin to morph and change, signally that his demonic metamorphosis had began and soon he would be one of the horrendous demon that roamed the streets of Pride, at least that would be the case a sound didn’t catch his attention.

The boy’s attention was ceased by what sounded like a small snicker coming from Lazarus, he then turned to him and saw, with a look of shock and amazement, his body begin to heal and regenerate, and as it did so the boy was snickering and from a snicker he began to chuckle and from a chuckle he began to laugh gleeful like the child.

Once the Lazarus’s body was fully healed the boy felt wave of relief wash over him replacing the overwhelming feeling of guilt and shame he felt.

The boy relieved and thankful then the boy was alright, spoke with a low tone and his head bowed down, “I’m sorry”.

Lazarus upon hearing what the boy said looked at him with a look of shock and confusion as he wondered what on earth he was sorry about.

“Why are you sorry?” asked Lazarus, failing to comprehend why the boy apologized to him because to him he had done nothing wrong.

The boy upon hearing Lazarus’s response looked at him with a look of confusion and shock wondering how on earth he could ask him why he was sorry after he had just attacked him moments ago with hot skin melting acid moments ago.

“But I just attacked you moments ago?” said the boy, wondering how Lazarus could be so calm and unfazed by him after he had just gave him an acid bath moments ago.

“Attacked? Is that what that came game was?” asked Lazarus, his naïve little mind failing see what the boy did to him as nothing more than a game.

“Game?” asked the boy.

“You know, like the ones I and Mr. Lucifer play all the time” said Lazarus.

The boy upon hearing the name of the Supreme Devil being uttered by Lazarus froze up with fear and horror in his eyes.

“What did you just say?” the boy asked, wondering if he had misheard Lazarus’s words.

“I just said Mr. Lucifer and I used to play games like that all the time,” said Lazarus.

The boy then looked at Lazarus with a look of shock, confusion and fear as he wondered how the boy could say the name of the most feared being in not just Pride but all of Haidas so causally without an ounce of fear in his voice before wondering what he meant when he said he and the Supreme Devil used to play games like that all the time, this made the boy begin to wonder just who Lazarus was.

“Who are you?” asked the boy.

“I’m Lazarus, who are you and why are you here?” asked Lazarus, wanting to know who the boy was and why he was in his room.

“I’m Judas and as for why I’m here…” the boy paused for a moment as a feeling of fear, horror and absolute dread washed over him as he remembered Lucifer and what he told him to do if he truly desired to leave literal devil’s den and return back home safely to his mother.

“The supreme devil was the one who brought me here,” Judas spoke with his head bowed down, trying his best to mask the immense fear building inside of him with each passing minute.

“Supreme devil, you mean Mr. Lucifer” asked Lazarus.

“Yes” Judas, still confused as to how the boy that stood before him can speak about a being as cruel, heartless and frighten as the Supreme Devil so casually without an ounce of fear in his heart.

Lazarus eyes lit up with excitement upon hearing what Judas said, thinking that Lucifer had brought Judas there to play with him and become his new friend.

Lazarus then, driving solely by his happiness and excitement over having a knew friend, without warning, pulled Judas in to a tight hug much to the this may of Judas who was deeply disturbed by the affectionate as he was not comfortable with anyone apart from his mother being so intimate with him.

Judas felt so uncomfortable by the forceable embrace shared between him and Lazarus that, in a desperate attempt to free himself from it, spewed acid out of his mouth and once more bathing Lazarus’s entire body within it and also sending him flying away Judas.

“Oh” said Judas upon realizing what he had done before rushing to see if Lazarus was alright only to be stopped by the sounds of laugh escaping Lazarus’s lips as his body, stripped of all its skin with only his bare-naked flesh exposed slowly began to regenerate and heal itself just like it did moments ago when Judas attacked him with his acid upon being thrown in to the room.

“That was fun” said Lazarus as he stopped laughing and got up with the wounds inflicted upon him by the acid heal up to the point that not a single scratch could be found on his newly regenerated skin almost as though his body had not been bathed with acid potent enough to melt away skin and separate flesh from bones.

“You actually enjoyed that?” Judas questioned Lazarus, shocked that Lazarus thought something a gruesome and excruciatingly painful as being bathed by acid as something fun.

“Yes, why wouldn’t I, I and Mr. Lucifer play games like that all the time,” said Lazarus, wondering why Judas was so shocked about him enjoying the game him and he were playing.

“What?” said Judas upon hearing what Lazarus, processing the words he uttered and coming to the realization that Lazarus was no ordinary child, his sense of pain and pleasure was warped and twisted to the point where what felt like excruciatingly agonizing pain to most filled him with a sense of pleasure like no other, to the point where he perceived every form of torture inflicted upon him as some kind of playful game.

Judas did not even want to imagine what kind of horrors Lazarus had had to face while what he perceived as nothing more than games he played with Supreme Devil with his innocent and ignorant mind.

“You really don’t get it, do you?” Judas asked.

“Get what?” asked Lazarus with a confused look on his face, failing to realize and understand what Judas was trying to convey with his words.

Judas for a moment, contemplated on telling Lazarus the truth about what he perceived to be nothing more than innocent fun and games being in reality, the ultimate form torture and torment that great enough anyone insane as the agonizing, excruciating and hell-breaking pain flowed through them, inflicting upon their very being with torment and agony to the point where they forgo their sanity and allow only their madness rule over them, but in the end Judas choose not to out of pity for Lazarus’s fate.

To think, a demon spawn, born with the ability to heal from any wound, no matter how severe, painful or gruesome, in a place built specifically to torture and torment the damned souls of those unlucky enough to be born in Pride, where all the demon spawn who refuse to give in to their sin, succumb to their demonic heritage and join the rest of their damned brethren to wreck mad havoc across the chaotic streets of Pride, ultimately end up and are tormented and tortured  every single passing day still they, like the rest of the demonic spawns born in Pride, succumb to their sin, and yet he still remain as pure and as innocent as the day he was conceived, a feat no other demon spawn, who barely cling on to the lingering specks of purity they have left, can boost of, and it was all thanks to the way he perceived pain.

What made other cry and wail out in agony and misery, made him giggle and laugh, he knew not what pain was meant to feel like, didn’t know he was meant to cry and curse the world he spawned from, he didn’t know tears of sorrow and not of pleasure and joy were to leave his eyes as it flowed through, he didn’t know he was suppose to hate and detest that feeling, so he didn’t and that was the only reason Judas could think of why a child as innocent and naïve as him could still remember how to laugh and if he was to reveal the truth to him and how wrong his perception of pain was it would surely break his poor little naïve mind and the innocent world of fun and games forged by his lack of understanding over his sorry state would instantly shattered.

Judas might have been born with demon blood flowing in his veins but he had not yet succumbed to his sin and sealed his heart away to the demonic desire to cause pain and misery everyone around him, he still had a heart that was capable of showing compassion at least enough not to break the delusional world Lazarus had built for himself.

Besides, even if he wanted to, how could he even began to begin to explain to someone that their perception of pain, a feeling so primal and innate that it could only truly be understood and known by the one who felt it and Lazarus’s perception of pain was so different that explaining to him how agonizing pain truly was would be the equivalent describing a color that doesn’t exist.

“Is something wrong?” Lazarus words jolted Judas out of the realm of his thoughts and back to reality.

“It’s nothing. I’m tired” said Judas, not wanting to continue the conversion any further, before going to the side of the wall and lying down.

“Oh” said Lazarus before going to the spot where Judas laid and then lied down on the ground next to him.

Even though Lazarus’s presence made Judas feel uncomfortable, he chose to ignore the feeling of uneasiness he felt and try to get as much rest as he could.

“Hey Judas” Lazarus spoke next to him.

Judas gave no reply and acted like he was already fast asleep with his eyes closed shut.

“I’m glad to finally have a friend like you. Don’t get me wrong, I do have other friends like Mrs. Temptation and Mr. Lucifer but they aren’t always around, well I and Mr. Lucifer do play a lot of games but we don’t really talk that much and as for Mrs. Temptation, she’s nice but we don’t play games as fun as the ones me and Mr. Lucifer plays, but she’s still pretty sweet. Having you right here with me, means a lot to me” said Lazarus but yawning and allowing himself to drift away to sleep.

Judas upon hearing everything that Lazarus said couldn’t help but feel sorry for him, he was suffering and didn’t know it, and he craved for nothing more than a friend to play with.

Lazarus was like a child who just wanted to play and have fun, oblivious to the dangers of the world he was born in to and his true nature.

His tale was such a sad one that it made Judas contemplate, just for a moment, that maybe he and him could friends but then the idea was quickly casted away by a female voice echoing in his mind:

“No one born with demon blood coursing through their veins can be trusted. Demons are fowl awful creature that only know how inflict pain and misery. The only one you can trust to love and care for your mother”

Judas just sighed as he remembered his mother’s advice and chose to heed it, deciding it would be best to keep away from Lazarus and avoid forming any kind of relation with him.

Beside there was really no point in seeking to form a relation or bone with Lazarus, because, as per the deal made between him and the Supreme Devil, all he had to do was stay in the room along with Lazarus for awhile to earn his freedom and be able to depart from that wretched place and go back to his beloved mother.

Judas knew it was not too far from insanity to expect a demon as cruel and heartless as the Supreme Devil to keep his word but Judas’s options were limited and so for the sake of his freedom, he had to comply with the Supreme Devils demands.

He was not entirely sure though why Lucifer would demand such a simple thing from, originally he had expected this to be some kind of twisted form of torture, expecting some kind of beast to lie within the four walls of the room but instead of a beast, he found Lazarus instead, and even though Judas found him to be peculiar, odd and a bit annoying, he was no beast, if anything he was the furthest thing from the beast he was expecting, in fact, if anything Lazarus was more akin to a lost and confused child, and the realization of this fact made Judas wonder, just what was the Devil’s plan with.

Lucifer, in his sleeping chambers, lied on his bed with a glass filled with flesh blood on his hands.

Mounted on the wall before him was a large screen which displayed the image of Lazarus’s room.

He had installed a means of watching that little bastard of his a long time ago so he could watch him slowly crack and break as he succumbed and gave in to the agonizing insanity of being a true demon, but he had never been able to use it for its intended purposes as no matter what methods he deployed against Lazarus, his naivety and ignorance to understand what was truly happening to him as he tortured him prevented Lucifer from seeing the sight he craved for, the sight of seeing that little brat of his crumble and break apart in to agony and despair, succumbing and giving to his sin, and allowing his demonic side to consume him.

Such a sight had evaded his view for far too long but now, with his brilliant plan in motion, his eyes would soon be greeted by the sight he so deeply craved to see.

Lucifer watched with a sinister smile on his face while taking a sip from the bloody glass on his hand, as he thought to himself, ‘It won’t be long’, while watching the two boys drift away to sleep.

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