Chapter 17: Torture
He slowly opened his mouth and mumbled..." M..y na...me.....is.....Sa.mae...l." At first it felt awkward, foreign and unnatural but the more he tried, the more it got easier. He could now speak. For heaven's sake, he could now speak !
"My n..am...e is Samael."
"My name is Sam....ael."
"My name is Sama..el."
"My na...me is Samael."
"My name is Samael."
Hahahahhahahaha...wuuuuuuuuuhu ! he laughed out loud in joy.
"My name is Samael."
"And I can now speak." he shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Shut the heck up, you bastard. I gave you your voice back to entertain myself not for you to annoy me to death. Remember, just as easily as I gave you your voice, I can as easily rip your throat out, heal you up and take away that cursed voice of yours again."
Samael instinctively shut up. But inside he was cursing. "Go to hell you scum, leave me alone. You damn party popper."
Seeing Samael shut up, Marcel grinned evilly and said, "Just to make this clear, I am still going to kill you. The reason I gave you your voice back was because torturing you was no fun without the loud screams."
"Oh shit, this guy is still hung up on killing me." Samael inwardly sobbed.
" AH Ah Ah.....you cannot complain. Do you know how expensive and rare the potion I gave to is? Do you really think that I can let you go after you have wasted such a legendary resource of mine."
" You gave it to me willingly you sly pig, I did not ask for it." Samael continued his inner lamenting.
"Now then, since we both have what we want....lets start shall we." Marcel said and waved his hand. A chair came about and landed on the ground. He then uttered, "THORNS OF HEAVEN."
Metallically sharp and aflame golden thorns started growing all over the chair.
"You demon spawn, come and sit over here."
By this time, the rage and hate that had temporarily disappeared in Samael, woke up again.
".....What? forget and smile you fiend. I am not going to entertain your twisted activities. If you want to kill me, kill me now. What's the use of living anyway if all I am going to face is pain then death. You said it yourself that you are going to kill me so what is the difference between dying now and dying later. At the end of the day, I will still die." Samael angrily shouted back.
"Oh,,, you don't want? I am sorry I was not asking, "GET OVER HERE AND SIT."
Boom!
Samael's mind went black for a micro second and the next moment he was sitting on that thorny burning chair.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" His voice pierced throughout the dungeon floor. Agony. Nerve wrecking agony. What kind of power did that guy possess? Just one word from him and his body obeyed. Was it COMMAND spells? Damn him and his grandchildren. Grandchildren? Did a guy like Marcel seem capable of having grandchildren? Surely the would commit suicide from the fright and terror of this guy. Hold on. How did he even began to think about grandchildren?
"Ahhhhh....." Damn. Am I in hell or something?
Samael had thought that his senses and tolerance to pain had grown after everything he had been through. Oh how very wrong he was.
The golden flaming thorns were alive!
They started to crawl all around him while ripping his skin apart and then searing his wounds closed. Even his face was not spared. Some flaming thorns even entered his very orifices and messed him up and when he felt like he was nearly passing out or at death's embrace, the golden flaming thorns would retract and Marcel would heal him up.
" Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Yes, take this message of pain to your parents and tell them you were cleansed in blood and fire. Tell them their sins were paid for by you and I don't know, maybe you can ask for compensation from them...Ha ha ha haha ha....ha ha ha!" Marcel was squirming in joy and happiness.
He would heal Samael up when he was too ripped to shreds, disemboweled and burnt beyond recognition him until he was physically anew. He would then snap his fingers and the golden flaming thorns would do their job all over again.
Hate! blood red hate bloomed in Samael.
What he done wrong to deserve this? Was this his karma biting back at him for all the deaths he had caused back on earth? No matter what, it was their fault. Bloody vampires, humans and elves with their games and politics. He was sure of it. It was them. They just had to mess up his new life in this world. He hated them all. He hated the humans, he hated the elves and even the so called vampires. His hate gave birth to rage, wrath and vengeance. He hated them all and if he survived this, he would kill them all. None would be spared. They took everything from him and he shall take everything from them too.
The agony and screams continued.
Then Marcel snapped his fingers and he was healed!
Snap
Pain!
Snap
Healing!
Snap
Pain!
Snap
Healing!
This went on over and over again until Samael was totally broken down with only his hate, rage and vengeance keeping him somewhat sane.
It went to the extent that he no longer felt the pain. This time he had grown totally numb to it. After being healed, he would just nonchalantly watch as his skin was ripped apart and his bones exposed over and again by the golden thorns. To him, the pain became a friend, a companion, a lover. It was so inhuman such that every time the golden thorns assaulted him, he would just smile and laugh in ecstasy.
Unbeknownst to them both, while all this was happening, all of Samael's emotions were getting sacrificed in his soul - the process had not stopped. As a matter of fact it was getting faster and faster.
"Enough! I am tired of seeing your freakish smile, you fiend. I shall now send you on your way before your filth further taints me."
"Filth???? Ha ha ha. Look at this guy acting high and mighty, he started a show and he can't finish it. Even if you can kill me, at least I wiped that smile of your face and annoyed to death.....ha ha ha ha.....haaah.....haah!"
Marcel shot Samael an angry look and then waved his hand and then a flaming golden sword appeared on his hands.
"Let the golden flames of heaven purify and sanctify you and the sword of judgement sever the evil in you." He then raised his sword and slashed at Samael's head.