(ON HOLD/BEING REWRITTEN) De Salute Mea- Safety From The Darkness

Chapter 11

( WARNINGS: abuse, language, violence )

"Come on, man! Don't you- ouch!- have any human decency?"

"Hold on a bit tighter daddy, could you?"

"Shut your fucking mouths. You two are going straight to the boss, and... I'll enjoy this."

"You'll enjoy eating shit!" 

A black haired male in a long, flowing black cloak dragged two blond men down a long underground hallway lit with torches by their wrists. 

"Ohhhh, harder daddy!" 

"That's it." The dark brunet released one blond and threw the other one against the cold stone harshly, while the one that had been dropped rolled on the floor with laughter.

"I swear, I'll slit your throat here and now if you don't fucking zip it." He threatened, unsheathing his sword and pressing it against his throat. 

"Oh no, please- please daddy- don't hurt me!" Riley could hardly get the words out of his mouth without bursting into laughter, while his brother probably wasn't getting any oxygen.

The cloaked male growled fiercely and threw Riley to the ground forcefully. "I've had enough now." He pointed his fist at Charlie, who was rising from the floor to aid his brother, and purple lightning flew off, hitting him square in the chest and leaving him writhing on the floor with electricity flying over his body. Riley called his twins name as the hot-tempered man forced his foot down on his chest, stifling his cry.

"Zain... You jackass..." Riley growled. "You'll- get fucked up- for this-"

Zain laughed as he pointed the tip of his sword at his throat. "We'll see how good your ghost is at accomplishing that." He raised his sword and swung downwards.

"Zain!"

Zain jumped a mile and swung his sword back to its sheath so fast you could hardly see it was out in the first place, and Charlie's shaking and screams ceased immediately. 

"Care to explain what the hell is going on here?" A tall haired figure emerged from the shadows. He had his usually messy bleach-white hair pulled back and was dressed in black knee-high boots with black pants. He wore an old fashioned dress shirt and jacket, with a tie in a bow. His cross earrings dangling from his earlobes were more visible than usual, and had a bright red fur-shouldered cloak draped over his shoulders, which matched his piercing red eyes, glowering with anger directed solely at his apprentice.

"Master, I was just taking them to the Boss."     

"Did he want them dead or alive?" 

"Alive, sir."

"Funny, it looks like I came just in time. He wouldn't have been very happy with you. You really mustn't be so impulsive, isn't that what I've always told you?" 

"Yes, Master Azazel." 

He chuckled. "Lord Herobrine isn't here anyway- I just conversed with him before he left to... do some errands. Take these two to the cells." 

"Yes, Master."

"You haven't seen Qarinah or Lezabel by any chance, have you?"

"No sir." 

"Oh, very well. I'll search elsewhere. Take them to the cells and report back to me in half an hour."

"Right away, Master." Zain grabbed their wrists again and dragged them back down the halls. Azazel watched as they left, and smirked to himself. That young man... 

"Oooh, Zain's in troubleeee!" Riley snickered.

"Zip it, you piece of shit." Zain growled through clenched teeth. He would never admit it, he couldn't admit it, but he hated his teacher. He hated his guts. He wished he could kill him... He didn't know why he hated Azazel so much, he just did. Everything about him he loathed... He blocked the twins noise out, and focused on the fantasy that entered his mind so often. What if... he did kill him?

 And, as usual, he immediately shut it out. No. Not possible. Azazel was known for being one of the strongest members and was Lord Herobrine's second in command for a reason. He was so quick with a sword your throat would be slit before you could glance at the sharp weapon in front of you. With some of his skilled set of tricks he had up his sleeve, there were even some Zain himself didn't know. An apprentice like him wouldn't be able to.

There was no escape from this prison he was forever enclosed in, locked into with the key thrown away. No one cared about his life, they just wanted to craft him into a powerful being, a minion to be sent out on missions that would no longer be petty like they were now. He would be considered important, once they decided he was ready to be considered important. He was their dog. And he hated them for it.

Zain ground his teeth together and glared at the floor furiously. He hated it all... He wanted to burn this wretched place to ashes. The cell doors appearing before him, he kicked one open and tossed one of the twins in, and the other in the one across from it harshly.

"Ouch, a bit rough!"

"Ugh, my ass..."

He slammed their doors shut and locked them, moving briskly out of the rooms without a single parting word.

He stormed through the dark halls, eyes furrowed into a frown as he began to search for where Azazel went.

"Zain! There you are." A woman's voice sounded behind him, and he turned to see a brunette with curls framing her quite beautiful face, a long black silk dress hugging her seemingly perfect body, black heeled boots clacked on the stone floor as she approached him. "Hello Qarinah." He bowed slightly and quickly. "Come with me, darling. Azazel is waiting for you." She walked past him, he trailed behind, her long navy-blue cloak sailing along behind her.

"Have you taken care of the prisoners?" She asked without turning to look at him. "Yes ma'am, if you mean locked them away. The boss is going to take care of them later." "I see. Very well."

They walked the rest of the way in silence, something that didn't happen often. A terrible feeling sank into Zain's conscience, and he grew anxious. He found he had a right to be worried when he recognized the door, and knew what was behind it. His breath hitched and caught in his throat, a knot forming in his stomach. "Why are we here?" He asked as calmly as he could in his panic-rising state.

"Azazel will tell you." She responded and stepped to the side as the man in his red cloak appeared at her side. He looked down at Zain, with a strange smile on his face. It made Zain even more nervous. He knew when his master got that look on his face, that look of evil pleasure, the person caught in those red eyes' direction was in trouble. And right now, it was him.

"Move along, Zain."

"Me?" He choked, starting to lose control over his growing panic.

"Yes, you."

"N-no! I can't go in there, not me! No!"

"Yes. Now."

"No!"

Azazel opened the door and shoved Zain in before he could do anything like run away with his life he thought he still owned.

The door slammed behind Zain, and as he was forced into a chair by some men wearing masks and lab coats, he felt deep down that feeling that he hated so much. That feeling that made him feel weak and unworthy.

Fear.