by Milo Spires
Then the two of them with their fangs down and their bare feet with hideously black nails, ran down the passageway into the next cells that were now doorless, and free’d those women in there too.
Finally as Laouse and Claudius reached the end of the passageway they’d arrived at the last two doors, only they were much thicker than before and were gleaming from being lined with silver.
Claudius had tried to smash them down with brute force, but due to the silver and the intense pain that it caused, he couldn’t get a grip on them for more than a split second, before then he’d had no choice but to let them go again.
Then as Laouse had stuck his head to one side and peered in through a gap below the top hinge, he was horrified to see that his best mate Kaine was inside, chained viciously to the back wall.
The big man was completely naked with his arms up above his head in a diagonal fashion reaching out behind him towards two silver clamps, whilst his head was slumped down forwards with his face staring lifelessly at the bloodied floor beneath him.
Laouse went crazy seeing him like that and immediately ran back to the vampire women who were now filling the passageway behind him. Then after grabbing the steel bar that was now shining with particles of silver over the end of it, he’d ran back with it and tried to wedge it underneath the door.
Claudius instantly stepped forwards and then after taking the bar from him, the mountain of muscle in his deep bear furs took a second and using all of his beastly power, suddenly the door and its frame started to come away from the concrete that was surrounding it.
Laouse didn’t wait though, and as soon as there was a sufficient gap for him to squeeze through, he’d charged inside.
The first thing that he’d seen as he’d entered though, had shocked him.
Out of sight from the gap that he’d looked through before they’d opened the door, there was another prisoner there that was a spitting image of the Bavarian behind him, only due to his age there was no beard and he was much smaller too.
Claudius after throwing the door to his side had charged in to the cell too, then as he’d seen his son suspended there in silver shackles, he was consumed with the relief that he’d finally found him, and that he was alive.
Then in response and as he’d seen his son’s eyes flickering as they’d tried to open, a tear had rolled down his cheek.
Claudius’ son was alive.
Then reaching forwards, he’d instantly thrown his arms around him and gave him a massive hug.
In response, and as soon as his son had felt the bear furs against his skin, which immediately flooded his brain with the warm and happy memories of his life before, suddenly he’d opened his weary eyes and looked up lovingly into his fathers face, saying,
“Papa you saved me.”
Claudius as he’d heard his little Bavarian voice, suddenly and through all his might and power, found it impossible to resist the massive overpowering feelings that consumed him, and in response he’d burst into tears.
Meanwhile Laouse who was desperately trying to wake his best mate, found that he couldn’t because the big man who was hanging there naked with his arms up behind his head, was out of it.
The scientists had drugged him with MX10 fearing his power and were thrown into a situation because they couldn’t dissect him drugged, and wouldn’t dare go near him when he was awake. So they’d lied to Adolf and said to him that as they were calibrating their machines, they’d needed a few days before they could start cutting off his limbs.
Then in response, Adolf who had just seen the two godly sized security guards dissected only a day beforehand, and was also desperate to find immortality, accepted their story and decided that he’d leave Kaine in the cells until they were ready.
Now though Laouse was busy checking Kaine’s body for vital signs, and looking at the deep gashes that had been inflicted upon him, whilst opening his friend’s eyelids to see his eyes too.
The big man’s eyes were seriously bloodshot, and apart from clearly showing that he’d been suffering tormentous levels of mental pain, Laouse was also aware from the lifeless staring, that his best mate was out of it, and for now there was no one home.
Then after grabbing the metal bar from Claudius who’d just smashed his son Bonyious’ shackles, Laouse freed his mate from the heinous restraints too.
Then together all four of them left the cells and went up to join Dracus.
Once outside and after sitting him up against the wall next to Dracus and partially waking the big man with something from Laouse’s pocket, they’d only then realized the deeply sad, and horrifying truth about where Regina was.
Kaine had opened his deeply bloodshot eyes and then as tears were already forming inside of them, he’d mumbled,
“They’ve killed my wife, Regina my beautiful wife, she’s gone.”
A moment past and then as his words had aired up into the night sky, suddenly the ground beneath them all began to tremble and demons that were already in three dimensional shape, suddenly appeared from the coalescing shadows around them.
Claudius looked at Laouse in shock, and then in response his son dived into his father’s arms for protection.
Dracus launched himself up from the ground and with anger strewn across his face; he’d reached down for his quiver.
The bowman whilst he’d been running earlier, and before he’d met up with Claudius and Laouse plus the priest, and after the werewolves had nearly eaten him, he’d returned for his quiver of cursed arrows that he’d sworn that he’d never use again.
The reason that he’d dumped them was because every time he’d touched them, he could feel through his leather gloves the deathly curse that they’d held. It was little by little penetrating through and seeping into him, and starting to control him, turning him into something that he knew he didn’t want to be.
Only with Satan around and because he’d remembered that the horned bastard had succumbed to them once before in Paris, he’d had no choice but to return for them, because they were their only defence against him if he’d appeared before them as he was clearly about to do now.
Then as the demons started to approach them, Claudius turned with his son and after realising that the mile square tarmac was too far to run before Satan appeared, and fearing that launching his wings out from behind himself to fly upwards would also get them killed, he’d turned and started running across to the hanger door.
The demons had spotted him though, and then before he could get inside with his son Bonyious, they’d swarmed the entrance and blocked it taking the form of a massive black cloud.
*****
Then leaping up from a huge fireball that burst out of the ground only fifty feet away from them, the hideous horned bastard appeared.
His face was twisted into a mask of cruel hate and his eyes were so fierce that even Medusa wouldn’t dare to look into them. The prince of darkness had hideously distended veins that were now pulsating down his face, his temples, his neck, his arms and seemingly everywhere.
Satan was furious and from his demeanor previously, it had seemed that to look at him now, it was as if he’d gone back to hell and had another fix of steroids too. His muscles were far bigger and his flames far greater than they’d been the last time when he’d risen up to kill the Germans.
Chapter 38 – Paybacks a Bitch, ain’t it?
After Raffious had his wild sorcery battle with Mr. Satan and lost a dismally, the old boy was then sucked deep beneath the ground in his white robes. Only as the ground had suddenly closed up over him again, his conscious thoughts were then consumed with flames.
Then as the intense flames had partially cleared and he was finally able to see past them again, he’d realized that he was in an inferno full of wild flames that were bursting up thousands of feet all around him. Only as he’d then looked down and seen that he was standing on a lump of granite that was hurtling at unbelievable speeds into hell, he’d suddenly shit himself.
Swallowing
deeply at the site whilst also passing his hand across his brow to wipe away the rivers of sweat that were forming, and also discarding his flaming outer robe, he’d found that wild terror was coursing through his veins.
Then to save himself as he could now see the shape of hell looming in the shallow distance beneath him, he’d instantly raised his arms above him and then summoned his get me the hell out of here spell, only nothing happened. Then after many more failed attempts at casting other spells, and as the rock that he was standing on had started making a grinding sound as it was slowing down, Raffious finally succumbed to the horrifying belief that he was going to be a long staying guest in Satan’s hotel of doom.
Then once he’d bounced his chest off the rocks like Regina had, and then found that his hands were also flaming before him, suddenly thousands of screaming demons had swarmed him in their intensity.
A second had past and then as his vision of the lava pools was suddenly masked by them, still he was aware though that his arms had been grabbed from behind and that he was moving. Only as he’d tried to look all he could see as they’d moved around him in their thousands, was the blackness in front of him flickering.
Then once he’d realized that he was stopping, and then saw the blackness clearing in front of him; the next thing he’d experienced was him self hurtling through the air, and then slamming exceptionally hard into a solid rock wall.
The force of the impact as he’d smashed his face into it had instantly broken his nose, and then like white dice on a board game, when his jaw had also broken a millionth of a second afterwards, four or five bloodied teeth had shattered in tiny pieces across the floor too.
Then as he’d fallen backwards from five feet up and then landed heavily on his shoulder and snapped his collar bone, he’d felt what he would define as searing pain. Only he’d not realized that in truth if he’d compared it to what was about to come, it was actually just a tickle.
All the while Raffious could hear intense screaming that was coming from the corner of the cell, but still looking for the exit he’d ignored it, and then leapt up to charge out the door instead. Only as he’d got to his feet he’d seen the door slam shut, and then as he’d reached it to scream through the open flap hole, that was shut in his face too.
Then as his legs had weakened and he’d felt somewhat defeated, and just before he’d turned to greet his cellmate, he’d looked down at his sandals beneath him and spat out another tooth out and a mouthful of blood too.
Then overcome with the sound of screaming from just a few feet away, finally he’d turned around to see who was making it, and was horrified to see that it wasn’t a person as such, it was flames in the shape of a person instead.
Then coming up from the floor were chains that went to glowing red shackles that were clamped to each of its flaming limbs, holding the being there in tremendous heat and obviously terribly agonizing pain.
Raffious didn’t know what to say and wanted to scream shut up, but could easily see why the being was screaming, and truly doubted that his words would do anything anyway. He’d just hoped that he wasn’t set on fire the same as that poor soul whoever it was. They must have done something very bad in their previous life, he’d thought.
The old boy then walked over to the burning person and with soft words, he’d knelt down close to try to placate their pain. Only as his words had aired into the foreboding room, and he was close enough to feel the heat coming back at him from the persons flames, he’d suddenly realized that he could see a face. It wasn’t clear and very feint, masked by the flames roaring upwards above the head, but there was definitely a face.
Raffious without wanting to make it too obvious that he was now staring, then edged forwards a few inches to take a closer look. Then as soon as he’d seen that it was Regina, he’d leapt back in horror and was speechless.
Sudden gilt raced through him, because he knew that he was the reason that she was there. Only then the flaming head of Regina slowly tilted up to look at him and her screaming stopped. Then as Raffious looked he could see that there were tears of flames pouring down through the flames where her cheeks were just visible.
Raffious really felt sorry for her but knew he’d done it and then thought that if he could take it back he wouldn’t.
Raffious smiled at her and then crawled back over to her and laughed in her face.
Only as he’d laughed in her face, her mouth opened wide and a huge flame roared out of it that completely engulfed him.
His hair and his white beard were instantly vaporised by the heat, whilst his robes then burst into flames too.
Then as he’d screamed and tried to leap back out of the way, Regina concentrated the two meter inferno at him and suddenly his whole head, like hers, burst into flame too.
Regina then closed her mouth again and just before she’d started screaming from the intense pain she was suffering, she’d managed a few words,
“Paybacks a Bitch, ain’t it?”
Then seconds afterwards as the whole room like a log fire then completely roared into flame, with flames coming up from the floor everywhere, and literally engulfed all who was in it, Raffious couldn’t belief the pain he was feeling.
Only the blue light that had been hovering over the cell watching Regina was now growing deeply in its intensity.
Chapter 39 – The Lady in Blue
Satan had just burst up through the earth in a massive fireball of intense flames and stood there fifty feet away from them all, looking like he was on steroids on something. His demons were also blocking the main door of the hanger, and Bonyious had buried his face into his fathers bear furs, hoping that the ugly bastard would simply vanish and go away.
Dracus who was armed with his bow and a quiver of cursed arrows, and to save his friends, then dived in front of Satan and opened a portal. He’d hoped that once he’d vanished and Satan chased him, that they’d be able to escape his wrath. Only as he’d stood inside it and the two halves of the doorway had closed like a tent, the prince of Eldor realized to his extreme horror that the portal wouldn’t vanish. Satan was consuming its energy and blocking it from leaving. Then aware that he’d one last card to play and if that card failed that he would be bang out of luck, and going no where except succumbing to Satan’s evil wrath, the bowman used it. Reaching down for his quiver, he’d loaded the last five arrows that he’d had on top of one another, and then with his drawstring fully back, he’d dived out of the doorway and fired. Only there was one problem with the bowman’s last card to play, Satan had learnt from Paris about the bowman the hard way, and he wasn’t prepared to succumb to the lethal arrows this time at all. Then as he’d seen them in flight, the horned bastard had burst into an intense inferno that roared up hundreds of feet into the air. The heat coming off it was so strong that everyone had to turn around fast, and then to avoid having a new look entirely, they’d had no choice but to shield their faces away from it too.
As Dracus’ arrows had flown into the ardent flames they were simply vaporized by the extreme heat coming off them. Then as the inferno had died down and Satan reappeared with a devilishly evil grin across his ugly face, Dracus had apologized to his friends because there wasn’t anything more he could do to save them. Then and as the prince of darkness which should actually be changed to the prince of ugliness walked forwards lifting his arms up into the air with wild ferocious flames encircling them, suddenly a blue light had appeared from above the pine trees in the far distance, and it was fast approaching them.
Everyone had completely ignored the horned fool like he wasn’t there and stood transfixed on the gloriously blue light that was now shining so bright that as it swooped down and then hovered inches above the tarmac, it washed had their faces in its Heavenly pale blue glow.
The light was circular in shape and took up 3 meters with its center a medium blue that faded out on the sides to a much paler blue, and sizzled like that of the atmosphere above Eldor in King Rasviult and queen Siarui’s time.