Into Damnation

Chapter 13 Demon Oathes

"Over... my... dead... body" Apollyon struggled to say as Aboddons grip on his throat tightened.
"Well, that was the plan" Aboddon said with a sick and twisted smile. One Apollyon was dead then Katya would be on her lonesome, in Aboddon's mind it was the perfect plan. He squeezed Apollyon's throat as tight as he could, completely blocking off his airway. Apollyon's face turned red as he tried to struggle in his grasp. Aboddon lifted the knife above his head planning to stab him right through the heart when a vase hit him in the head. Aboddon stumbled back, dropping Apollyon as Katya ran down stairs. Apollyon lay on the ground gasping for breathe. Katya winded pack and threw a punch at Aboddon's face but he grabbed her balled up hand and squeezed it tightly. A groan escaped Katya's lips as her hand slowly started to burn in Aboddon's hand, he was using his demon powers to light his and her hands aflame.
"You stupid Nymph! You just couldn't stay asleep for a minute longer!" Aboddon yelled dropping her fist and grabbing onto her horn. He tugged her so she fell to the ground and dragged her outside by one of her horns. She screamed and tried to pry his hands off of her to no avail. Apollyon got up and ran to the door, leaning on it for support as his head was still spinning from the lack of oxygen.
"Aboddon! Don't you dare touch her" he screamed from the door way. Aboddon stopped in his tracks, pulling Katya up to him. He grabbed her and held her against his chest as he held his knife to her throat.
"You take one more step and I will kill her where she stands" he threatened, the knife held firmly against her skin, the slightest movement would cut her.
"I tried to do this the nice way, win her from you but obviously that wasn't going to work! So now we do this my way! She will be mine and you will once again be all alone" Aboddon laughed.

Apollyon's head spun with memories, this wasn't the first time this had happened. When they were younger Apollyon would easily make friends but as soon as they Aboddon they grew fonder of him and would stop hanging out with Apollyon. He never saw his friends after that. At first he thought that Aboddon had turned his friends against him but when the body of one of his old friends had turned up, bloody and bruised he knew the truth. He tried to keep the people he loved away from Aboddon but he didn't convince Katya hard enough.
'If only I had told her everything, If only i put up more of a fight' he thought slamming his fist against the door frame in anger.

Katya was terrified in Aboddon's arms, she had no clue what he had planned for her and in this moment if she couldn't stay by Apollyon's side then death was the only option. Grabbing Aboddon's hand that held the knife she used her other hand to elbow Aboddon in the gut while pushing the knife away from her. It took Aboddon by surprise, he cut her in the moment but what he wasn't expecting even more then that was her head flying back and hitting him square in the nose.
"You bitch!" Aboddon cursed as Katya pushed herself out of his grasp, that was all that she needed to do. Apollyon smirked as he took off running towards Aboddon, growing in size with each step. His wings exploded from his back as his horns jutted out of his head, twisted and turning into a sadistic shape. His bones cracked and skin ripped as his massive demon form erupted out. This time though something was different about him, he was bigger and looked stronger. A ring of fire emanated around him as a massive scythe came out of the ground in front of him and floated, waiting for him to grab it. Apollyon held the scythe in his hand and twirled it around before screaming out in rage. The ground below them shook as if it to was terrified of the creature that walked on it. Aboddon fell back and started crawling backwards to get away from him but stopped immediately when Apollyon held the dull end of the Scythe at his throat.
"H...how did you get the demon kings scythe" Aboddon stuttered in fear. The legendary scythe that the demon king himself wielded in the great wars at the beginning of the universe. It is said that this scythe had the power to kill any demon it struck, permanently. Apollyon laughed, his laugh echoed through the forests and mountains.
"It.. it's impossible! He gifted that scythe to his four greatest evils, only those that are descendants of them can call for it's aid" Aboddon said baffled.
"Looks like your time has come dear cousin, I will miss you dearly" Apollyon said sarcastically as he raised the scythe, ready to slaughter his cousin.
"Wait! We can talk about this!" Aboddon said trying to weasel his way out of it.
"You have broken to many promises, you word means nothing. Pledge your life to me with a demon oath if you wish to be spared" Apollyon said his voice deep and demonic.
"Please! Anything but that!" Aboddon pleaded, a Demon oath was not to be taken lightly. It was an unbreakable vow, plunging you into servitude for eternity. It would only be broken if the receiver of the oath wishes it to be.
"Pledge yourself to me or death, it is your choice! Apollyon said growing bored of him.
"Fine" Aboddon said in defeat, "I will do it".
Apollyon removed the scythe from him neck and watched as Aboddon kneeled in front of him. He started chanting in a demonic tongue as purple runes appeared around him in a circle. He sat, eyes close with his palms facing the sky. Finally after a minute of chanting he looked up at Apollyon and said, "I Aboddon pledge to serve you Apollyon for all eternity or else my being be sent to the ninth corcle of hell where I will spend the rest of my days being tortured in agony for all of time" Aboddon grabbed his knife and cut open his hand as a golden scroll appeared in front of him and unraveled before him. Aboddon placed his bloody palm onto the paper leaving his handprint on it before it rolled itself up and shot into Apollyons chest. Chains snaked their way through the ground, crawling up Aboddon's body, tying themselves to his neck, wrists and ankles before disappearing. Aboddon sat slumped over in the yard as the fires died down and the runes disappeared. Knowing that Katya was finally safe Apollyon started to shrink in size, he dropped the scythe but as soon as it left his hands it disappeared from this world. Apollyon fell face first into the dirt when he finally transformed back.
"Apollyon!" Katya yelled running to him.