The Tales Of New Hell - Part 4 (558 hits)
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Submitted by kaos-king (View user info) at 2005-08-25 09:25:04 EDT
Part 1 - http://www.ubersite.com/m/73660
Part 2 - http://www.ubersite.com/m/73736
Part 3 - http://www.ubersite.com/m/73818
YEARS AGO...
The sun was setting on Gehenna, the city of New Hell. Streaks of red light filtered through the open porticos, bathing the grey stone walls. Tapestries flittered in the wind, each one a vision of some horror being visited upon the unwilling. The stench of decay rose up even to the obsidian ramparts, the flags soaking in the smell of death.
A symphony of sounds played to the ear. Outside, the march of the herd ground their steps into a beat. An unceasing thump of base that foretold of dread. This undercurrent was accompanied by the hum of the processing plant, it's blend of science and magick creating an unholy alchemy. The hum was a constant, a never ending need for a new member of the herd to add his footfalls to that of his brethren. Perhaps the creation of a new squad of drones, those stripped of identity and reshaped in the image of their new master. Mouths sewn shut, eyes torn out, ear drums ruptured. Speak No, See No, Hear No Good. Drones were always plentiful, since they so often found themselves dead. Killing a drone was as casual an act as stretching your limbs.
More sounds cascaded around the castle walls. The prayers of the damned created a rhythm to the sound of the anti-bishop's chants. A pleasant voice, Latin words preaching the Doctrine. Suffering was Truth, Pain was Pleasure, Freedom was Blasphemy. All by the Grace of Spilt Blood. He spoke of the Laws born from the Word. He spoke of the Word born from the Will. The Will had a name, and it rumbled through the halls out onto the surrounding land. Mabus. Mabus. Mabus.
Punctuating these sacred murmurs came the sounds of screams. The mutilation pits lay inside the walls of Gehenna. There, people chosen by random (or perhaps not) were taken if not blessed for processing. The Eudaemonds, creatures not of this world, committed undesirable violations upon flesh and soul. Even those with the blackest hearts could not stand before the pits, and not feel the obscenity that permeated within.
Such was the music that Gehenna made. Yet one small noise was out of place. One bit of sound, so ordinary, so beautiful anywhere else, here was more horrible than any of the other parts of this song of New Hell.
The sound of a child's laughter.
And so came the Nether Messiah. The Lord of Abominations. Mabus came down the hallway, his black cloak of living darkness gliding him across the smooth marble floor. He took not a step, for evil itself propelled him along. He moved forward, closing his eyes. The eyes he himself had marked. Long ago he had drawn the X's across them to forever strike beauty from them. A fallible God, he had not seen fit to do so with his ears. Now, as he grew closer, the emissions of amusement, of pure entertainment drifted to him. In any other circumstance, such would drive the Master of Atrocities to personally slaughter thousands. Today, from this source, it pleased him.
His Will is the Word is the Law. The door opened before him without a touch and he cast his black eyes into the drowning light. Five beings occupied the small room, none who noticed his entrance. Inquisitor Valentine stood with his arms folded across his massive chest, overseeing the events. A teenager cleaned a number of sharp objects with a towel. Bending over, a priest of the Nefarian Order whispered encouragement to a small boy who stood before a shackled man. The boy was nodding, his eyes squinted in concentration. Auburn hair fell in curls at the end of his page boy cut. The priest was smiling wickedly.
"Careful, my young lord. This cut must be shallow, least you slice into a vital organ. The pain must be a continuing process. Too deep, and although the pain will be great, it will not last and your victim will be dead."
"Silence Inquisitor! The royal heir can do as he pleases," hissed the priest.
Valentine shrugged and turned to the teenager with a command. He found the young man starring at the door. His eyes followed to see Mabus standing there. The Exalted One put a finger to his lips. Valentine nodded, and motioned the teenager to continue his work.
Giovonni stepped forward, a scalpel catching those dying rays of the sun. It glistened in that light, reflecting onto the the boys face. The angelic look never left his face as he moved, his small arm arching back. His hand slowed as it contacted the skin of the victim, as if he hadn't expected the flesh to resist his action. The boy's head cocked to one side, examining the red line as it grew from the blade he drew across the lower abdomen. Slowly, as if awakening from a dream, he realized that the man was screaming. His small face scrunched up into a look of displeasure.
"He's too loud," the boy said.
"So what should our young lord do about that?" questioned Valentine.
Giovonni gently bit into his lip, thinking. Mabus noticed the priest rubbing himself, watching his heir make a descion. The teenager kept his eyes averted from the whole process, but he knew that the Inquisitor was aware of it.
"Should I cut out his tongue?" asked Giovonni.
"No, young lord. If you do that..."
"Incorrect!" screeched the priest. "Incorrect, Valentine! The royal heir wishes to take the tongue, so may he..."
"No," rolled the voice of damnation. "He may not."
The priest jumped at the sound of Mabus, and began bowing deeply. The King of Chaos felt the Inquisitor rolling his eyes. He felt the awe of the teenager, Seamus. He felt the fear of the priest. He felt the happiness of his child.
"Hi daddy. 'Quisitor Valentine is teaching me really good."
Mabus kept his position but swept his eyes around the room. "Cutting the tongue from the doomed will allow him to keep screaming. He may also die from the blood loss, or shock."
"So the 'Quisitor was right?"
Mabus saw the priest stiffen. Valentine never took his eyes off Giovonni.
"Yes, Giovonni. You should loosely gag the meat to keep it from bleating."
"The meat," repeated Giovonni, nodding his head.
As Valentine gathered up a choice of gags, the priest feel to his knees. "Your most unholy, I wished only for the boy to learn on his own. It was his divine prerogative!" squealed the priest. "I would not question his will!"
Father and son exchanged glances. Giovonni sighed and Mabus winked in response. Without warning, the child spun around and dragged the scalpel through the priest's throat. The clergy member frantically pushed on his chin and chest, trying to hold his blood in.
"His divine prerogative," said Mabus, who motioned at the Inquisitor.
Valentine calmly walked over to the priest and struck him directly in the face. His head rocked back, tearing more away from his neck. Coating the walls with arterial spray, he swayed back and forth for a moment, then collapsed to the ground.
Giovonni was wiping the blood off the side of his face with the edge of his shirt. He looked up at his father with one eye half closed.
"Daddy, why did the stupid priest keep touching himself below his belly?"
"Like you said, young one, he was stupid. Aren't you forgetting something?"
Giovonni blinked at him. He looked over at the Inquisitor, but Valentine kept a blank face. He looked to the teenager. Seamus pointed at the man strapped up to the vertical table.
"Oh, the meat!"
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Submitted by St_Jimmy (user info) at 2006-11-14 16:17:36 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Killer!
Submitted by Ditka (user info) at 2006-01-07 22:48:30 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Auto +2 already read series just giving author his due.
Submitted by RyuFu (user info) at 2005-09-27 23:20:41 EDT (#)
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Man, this is viciously beautiful.
Submitted by supadupapupa (user info) at 2005-09-16 00:16:51 EDT (#)
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Just got back and going through them all...
will leave a comment on the last one.
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2005-08-29 16:52:05 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by Chroniclysm (user info) at 2005-08-25 23:07:38 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
This is some seriously twisted shit you're throwing together here.
I like it, though.
Submitted by LadyPlural (user info) at 2005-08-25 21:39:18 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Sweet. A few minor errors, but those were specific word-usage, so it's all good, I think.
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2005-08-25 19:37:25 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
fiendish...
Submitted by Belimobile (user info) at 2005-08-25 16:35:19 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I'm a little scared, but amazing writing.
Submitted by mockidol (user info) at 2005-08-25 14:02:10 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by DanielH (user info) at 2005-08-25 11:26:32 EDT (#)
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You rule.
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-08-25 11:18:03 EDT (#)
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Cool. Thanks dude.
Submitted by kaos-king (user info) at 2005-08-25 11:05:37 EDT (#)
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Yes, it was suppose to be Giovonni's laughter. As he grows older he becomes more and more cold and distant. Some of this has to do with his sister, who will be featured in the next installment. Some of has to do with the fact that he always knows, in the back of his head, that he was born to another father. Mabus rearrainged his genetic structure to make him a "pure blood" Dukestien Prince. All will be explained eventually...
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-08-25 10:43:24 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I really liked the way you juxtaposed a child's eagerness to learn and naive presence with the task of learning toture. Very sweet, very cute, and very evil.
What was the laughter you were talking about? Was that Giovanni's laughter, or something else? Because Giovanni was never laughing when he was being featured.
Submitted by iradney (user info) at 2005-08-25 10:05:31 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Barnymeinhoff (user info) at 2005-08-25 09:56:57 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
cool for school