Hell Bound Chapter 9

 The blood rain lasted for seven days straight within the dawn of every single day, Lucifer would send out a demon. A savage with mind shatter and broken by constant torment and misery, and driven solely by beastly drives and desires, they were like wild untamable beastly who sought nothing the satisfaction of their beastly urges and desires, looking at them it would hard to believe or even imagine that there was a time that they pure and innocent creatures.

Lucifer during each and every single day the blood rain fell would send one of those savages out and made their bodies wear littered from head to with open wounds before throwing them out in to the hellish rain. They wailed, howled, and cry in endless agony as the red fell in to their opened wounds mixing with their blood and bare flesh and causing un-comprehendible levels of agonizing pain. Lucifer made a show it, using his demonic powers to make sure everyone with the House of Million Wailing Souls could hear their cry, even if they tried to block it all out by placing their hands on their ears their tormented screams would continue echoing in their head. And he made sure Judas in particular to hear the screams as clear and vividly as possible to the point that it felt as though it was him out there enduring all that pain. Lucifer how made sure one person in particular didn’t hear their cries. Lazarus, his little bastard, he would allow him to live blissful in his ignorance a little long, using his powers to distort and twist the wailing tormented and agonizing sounds of the demons as they cried out in seemingly endless pain in to sounds of joy and laughter, creating an illusion of them playing underneath the blood rain instead of seeing the agonizing truth of reality.

Judas, who had spent every waking moment during that day absolute misery, being tormented by the cries of those demons, could only look at Lazarus with envy, jealous, and ting of anger and hatred as he looked out the window with that same blissful smile on his face. He slowly began to find himself detesting that naïve little smile he always had plastered on his face. Detesting the fact that during moments immense pain, suffering, and torment, he would always wear that accursed smile on his face, feeling a rush of pleasure flow through his body in situation where every other person would be wailing and screaming out to be put out it. It was right, and Judas would him pondering why, why was it that while the rest of the damn and unfortunate souls like him who were born demon spawns had to suffer and struggle to maintain their purity in agony and misery before ultimately succumbing to sin and becoming unholy abominations, why is that he could endure it all, maintain his purity and feel pleasure rather than pain, and all while smile with an ignorant naïve heart.

Judas tried his best to be rid of those thoughts but as day passed and the wailing seeming growing louder with the passing days, those thoughts slowly began to creep in more and more in to his mind and they did so, he felt something deep within in. It was faint but he could feel it, it was silent and still but he could still its presence within, an urge and a desire to rip the smile off Lazarus’s face, make his eyes water, and make him know what pain truly felt like.

One the last day, as the final blood droplets fell down from the sky. Lucifer standing by his grand window, watch as the rain slowly ceased smiled with a twisted grin his face.

“It’s time”, spoke with the grin on his face growing even wider.

On that day Lucifer had Temptation bring Lazarus and Judas to him. There in his chambers he a massive tank specially prepared and filled to brim with thick red burning liquid of the blood rain.

Lazarus looked at the tank with his eyes glimmering with awe, amazement and excitement, wondering if he and Mr. Lucifer were going play with the tank of blood rain. Judas on the other hand, as he looked at the tank, wore a face of fear and dread not wanting to have to witness another grueling scene of ‘playtime’ between Lazarus and the Supreme Devil. Judas then shifted his to Lazarus and spotting his signature naïve smile, gritted his teeth slight.

Lucifer, sense the emotions swirling from within him, anger, jealous, and envy, couldn’t help but smile deviously. Temptation, knowing what was about to happen, was about to leave, turning her back to slither away through the door but before she could, she heard master call out to her, saying, “Please don’t go Temptation, stay and enjoy the show”.

Temptation upon hearing his voice froze, feeling a trail of cold sweet flow down her face, as she wondered just what in the name of every unholy thing in Haidas was he planning and why did he want her to present their.

Lucifer then slowly walked to Lazarus and then placed one of his hands on his shoulders.

“Lazarus”, Lucifer spoke.

“Yes”, said Lazarus with his usual innocent smile.

“I’ve been trying so long trying so hard and for so long to teach you something but you’ve been so unwilling to learn”, said Lucifer as he grabbed hold of Lazarus’s neck and began squeezing it tightly.

“Really, what have you been trying to teach me”, Lazarus naïvely spoke as his throat was crushed by Lucifer’s tight grip.

“Oh nothing really, just the fundamental of being a demon”, said Lucifer.

“Really, what is it?” asked Lazarus.

“It’s pretty simple”, Lucifer then used his powers to peel the skin of Lazarus’s body, exposing his bare naked flesh.

“Pain”, said Lucifer before flinging him away in to the tank.

Lazarus, who could not swim, struggled to stay afloat inside the tank and with his flesh expose the blood rain instantly too effect. Sending an overwhelming and madden of scorching heat, as though he was being dipped in watery inferno. Lucifer then used his power to make Lazarus sink down to the bottom and proceeded to heat up the tank, causing the blood rain to begin to boil, increasing the already maddening heat to unimaginable proportions.

Temptation just stood there with her hands covering her mouth, trying her very best to resist the urge to shed a tear while she watched seeming helpless as the man she love boil their son alive.

The heat increased and increased, boiling the blood rain until it all burst out. Scorching skin and flesh tearing droplets of the blood rain scattered throughout but luckily Lucifer protected both Temptation and Lazarus along with himself using his powers. A thick red mist formed by the vapor of the blood rain that escaped as the exploded enveloped everything.

Judas and Temptation held their breath, not daring to breathe in the toxic fumes of the blood red mist that surrounded them. They then heard the snap of a finger, then a protective shield spawned by the supreme Devil’s power formed around them, clearing away the mist that surrounded them.

But Judas and Temptation let out a gasp as they took in as much air as they could upon realizing the mist the surrounded had been cleared away by Lucifer.

“Lazarus”, Temptation spoke with fear and worry in her voice. She then proceeded to look around, scanning her surroundings, searching desperately through the thick cloud of red that surrounded them for her little one. Her eyes then landed on a faint silhouette in the distant, slowly making its way towards them.

A sinister smile then etched across Lucifer’s face as spotted the figure slowly make its way to them.

“Mr. Lucifer”, a familiar voice spoke from outside the shield from with the red mist.

Judas’s eyes then widened in shock and disbelief. The blood red was the one of most painful and agonizing thing known to demon kind. A single drop from it was enough to make enough to make one feel as though their entire skin was engulfed in flames. He had listened to agonizing and tormented wails and screams of the demons Lucifer threw outside during the rain. Endless and filled immense and unfathomable pain, he listened to them as they screamed, wailed, and cried, begging for the pain to end before choosing to ended themselves by ended their lives.

Those demons were beasts, their sanity and reason had long been forsaken by their darkest of desires along the shame of their sins, there was nothing left in them, they were empty, a void filled with only misery, pain, and darkness, and yet not even they could endure the immense brought about by the blood so how come he, even after being submerged in to a tank filled with blood rain boiling to the point where it burst open, still be standing and still where that annoying smile on his face.

Judas greeted his as he morphed from shock in that of anger and rage.

Lucifer, sense the envy, rage, and hatred emanating from Judas, smiled. Lucifer then, with a single snap of his fingers, gathered up the red mist and clumped it all in to a small little ball and placed it on the palm of his hand. He then put away the shield.

With the mist gone Lazarus could now be seen clearly and Temptation, upon witnessing what had become of her son, couldn’t but let gasp before covering her mouth with tears slowly making their way down her cheek.

“Lazarus”, Temptation rushed to her little one, unable to hold herself and embraced him tightly.

“Temptation, what’s wrong”, Lazarus spoke a bit taken aback by her sudden embrace as he wondered why exactly she was hugging him so tightly.

Temptation could not help herself. Whenever he and Lucifer ‘played together’ she would often stay at the other said of the door, listening to everything and even though she couldn’t what was going on, she could create an accurate and vivid enough picture of what was going on.

She had it all from the other side of the door, bones breaking and twisting, his being sliced, pierced, and torn apart, and even though could bare to hear the sounds of her own son being torn part, hearing him laughing from the other side of the it was all happening gave have the strength needed to endure it all, knowing no matter how gruesome and brutal Lucifer’s treatment towards him would be able to bear it all with a smile on his face while laughing. But there was difference between listening seeing it all for her.

His body, though healing, was in a completely unrecognizable state. His skin was slowly regenerating but at the moment he was basically only flesh and bones with the intense heat from the boil blood red having cooked off most of his flesh leaving some of his body as just bare bones. Temptation after witnessing all happen right in front of her before her very eyes and seeing the state her precious little boy was left in, she couldn’t help herself, she held on to him tightly with slowly streaming down from her eyes.

“Temptation, are you alright?”, Lazarus asked with worry and concern etched in his voice.

Temptation upon hearing Lazarus's sweet words looked down to his face, although it was mostly flesh at the moment with some tiny bit of skin forming, she could still see the innocence in his eyes.

“I…” Temptation was cut off mid-sentence by Lucifer saying, “Of course she is, you on the other hand, I’m afraid to tell you that there is something seriously wrong with you”.

“What?” said Lazarus upon what Lucifer said?

“What’s wrong with me?” Lazarus asked wanting to know what was wrong with him.

Temptation then turned to Lucifer, with eyes filled with pain, silently begging him to please stop whatever he was planning to do with her poor boy knowing that, even though he would probably be able to endure whatever it was with a smile on his, she wouldn’t be able to bear seeing him in such a state.

Lucifer seeing the pain and the way she was begging him through her eyes, just grinned wickedly before saying, “You see were born with the inability to perceive pain and emotion everybody born in Haidas must be able to feel”.

“Pain?” asked Lazarus with confused and naïve look on his face.

“Yes pain, a sensation all those born in Haidas must get accustomed to. Resides at our very core, a sensation we must all feel constantly”, said Lucifer.

“Constantly, you mean like forever?” asked Lazarus.

“Yes, that’s makes us all special. We live and breathe for pain, it is the very core of our essence and without it we’re nothing. And sadly my dear Lazarus you seem to be unable to feel it”, said Lucifer.

“What? Why?” Lazarus asked, wondering why he was unable to feel pain, an emotion everyone else was able to feel.

“Who knows, maybe you were just born with it. An abnormality perhaps, a defect of sorts that renders you unable to feel it”, said Lucifer.

“Defect?” said Lazarus, fearing that there something immensely wrong with him.

“Is there any way you can fix it, fix me, make me just like others, make me feel pain?” asked Lazarus.

“Believe me when I say, I’ve trying my very best to make you feel it from the very moment I laid my eyes on you. But no matter how hard I try, you were incapable of feel the slightest ounce of pain”, said Lucifer.

Lazarus then bowed his head down in sadness, thinking that they were no way he could be fixed and feel pain just like everyone else.

Temptation just watched the exchange between Lucifer and Lazarus in silence, wondering what exactly he was planning. Seeing the sinister and devious grin on his face  she could whatever it was it wasn’t good. She then shifted her gaze to Lazarus, seeing the sadness in eyes as he believed in Lucifer’s words, believing that they were truly something wrong with him since he was unable to feel pain. She wanted to console him and tell him just how special his inability to feel pain and smile and laugh while enduring treatments and conditions so harsh that any demon on the face of Haidas would gladly seek out death just to escape that fate. But *sigh* she was helpless as, even though she was his mother and the one who gave birth to him, she still belonged to him and could not go against her master.

Lucifer seeing the look of sadness in Lazarus’s eyes couldn’t just smile with a wicked grin.

“Do not fret my dare Lazarus, perhaps there is away to help finally know pain”, said Lucifer before using his powers to grab hold of Judas, keeping his body perfect still and frozen in the spot he stood on.

Judas, although frozen, could convey the overwhelming feeling of dread and horror racing through him at that very moment as eyes his locked on to Lucifer’s glowing blood red eyes.

“Judas, what’s wrong with him?” Lazarus asked sensing something was amiss.

“You see Lazarus, though you can’t feel pain, you can witness it first hand, you’ll be able to see it for yourself with a little help from Judas”, said Lucifer as he walked up to Judas.

Judas tried to speak but his lips refused t move as they were to gripped by the overwhelming fear that had consumed him to dare to make a sound, his heart pounded and raced from with his chest, and if he would being held tightly by Lucifer’s power his entire body would be trembling and shaking as he watched the Supreme Devil approach him.

“How?” asked Lazarus naïvely causing Lucifer to grin wickedly.

“Oh nothing much, I and Judas will simply play a game”, said Lucifer with the still plastered on his face.

He then grab one of Judas’s hands while staring him with glowing blood red eyes, seeing the overwhelming fear in his eyes as he silently pleaded and begged him to not to do whatever he planning on doing with him, having witness how dreadful, twisted, and cruel his ‘games’ were from his ‘playtime’ with Lazarus and not wanting to experience any of them for himself. Lucifer’s smiled widened with his fangs showing, more than eager to start the show he had been preparing specially for that little bastard of his. Today was the day he would see something he was longing for every since the day he lock eyes on him and bashed his head open, that smile and laughter that had always haunted and infuriated him to no end, that had denied him a moment of peace, that bloody smile and the sound of his laughter would vanish that day and be replaced by only his cries and wails of agony and torment, that day his bastard will understand that no demon especially one born from him deserve happiness.

Temptation watched on in silence, wondering just what in the unholy name of all of Haidas was her master planning, seeing the twisted grin on his as he  held Judas's by hand before shifting her gaze back to her little Lazarus looking on naïvely at the scene on folding before him, feeling her  pounding underneath her chest, fearing that day was day she dreaded would come, the day she sees her little Lazarus stop smiling.

Lucifer then brought out a single finger, a claw then sprout out it. With his and twisted grin on his face, he then proceeded to cut one of Judas’s hand enough to tear his skin and reveal his open flesh.

Judas, the feeling of pain from the cut, having grown numb due to the overwhelming fear he felt as he locked eyes on Lucifer, wondered if that was all, a simple cut, was that really all the Supreme Devil wanted. With the wicked still plastered on his face growing wider, Judas got his answer as the small dense ball of blood rain slowly hovered to him. His eyes then widen with his body beginning to tremble and shake, trying his best to escape Lucifer’s hold but as stared in to blood red scarlet eyes and that grin his face, he knew there was no point in struggling.

“AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”, that day, not wail of million damned souls echoed through the halls but a single wail, from single demon spawn. Echoing through every dark corner of the palace, muffling and making impossible hear the screams of torment from the damned souls.

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