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💔Torture💔 Crossmare

Warning:
torture
Lots of torture
Death
Swearing
Blood
Death of a bird
Wounded bird
Animal slaughter? (I think I'm crying now. Why did I do this...?)
Death of a main character

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Bowing down to such a stuck up and self-absorbed god was not his intent. He was to ask for help, not beg and plead for his own life.

Tears blocked his eyes though. The watery substance turning purple in the 'godly' atmosphere, as if it was to be moulded into a holy (more like cursed) version of its own substance. His knees ached with how long he had knelt, his finger tips scratched raw as they dragged along the green, tiled floor.

"You have bared your pathetic mortal time to beg to me and you won't even beg?" The god spoke, he was sat in a black throne. The throne had designs of apples, tentacles, trees, and skulls patterned and carved into it's wired structure. "Degenerate mortal."

The mortal glared at the ground, "look, could you help my family? We're the only ones left!" A loud chuckle exited the god, the mortal took a moment to look up at him.

"Why should I take my time to help you?" The god stood up, walking over to the mortal. "You're a mere mortal. You mean nothing to me, Nightmare. God of negativity. You've come to the wrong god."

Nightmare put a napkin into his hand before using it to pull the mortal's chin towards him, the small fabric holding a barrier between the mortal's skin and his godly flesh.

The mortal maintained eye-contact, staring straight into the others eyes as if he was defying the potent other.

"I've come to my last hope, I would do anything to help my family." The mortal spoke with such surety, Nightmare was almost amused. He was a mortal, what ever made him think he was worthy.

Nightmare glanced around before using a tentacle to hold the mortal by his neck, "I need a... toy. You'll suffice until I find it in my kind and selfless heart to see mortal's as something more then a nuisance. Change my mind and you might survive."

With that, Nightmare had thrown the mortal into the wall. He watched as the creature's screams tried to exit his mouth before slumping to the floor in a mess of incompetent body parts.

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He still wasn't given help, the fresh pleads of his brothers echoed in his mind. Nightmare had just killed them. He had dragged them all the way there just to kill them.

He felt dead.

Nightmare had come once more, he had brought some sort of bubbling metal. It was steaming in the cold air. The mortal was still on his knees, hands holding the bars of his cell as stability.

Nightmare was already behind the mortal without the mortal's knowledge. It took a moment before the mortal screamed loudly, the burning pain felt cold against his spine and his whole back arched. It was pure agony.

Nightmare's laughter called around him, he felt his eyes tear up as he sobbed.

"You've got to put a blade to the test." Nightmare grinned so sharply that Cross could hear it. Cross felt his skin split as the blade went down his back, the cold metallic liquid exiting his back in large splotches and dripping across his chest.

He sunk to the floor, his arms lay limp against the cell bars and he completely passed out.

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The mortal's name was Cross, and he wasn't doing to well. A god, Nightmare, had killed his family even after begging for mercy and having to watch his family die in-front of him. He had destroyed Cross's will, his body, his life. Everything was gone. His hope was gone from ever getting out, from ever escaping Nightmare.