The Road To Peace

Chapter 2: Rehabilitation

CW: Mentions of child abuse, torture,

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"Iruma?"

"Iruma~"

A sweet, cooing voice called. 

Someone began caressing my face, playing a bit with my hair. Confused, I reached for what was touching me. I felt a soft hand.
 
"You're such a good boy, Iruma." A woman's voice whispered as the hand I had lightly grabbed began rubbing my head once more. I turn around to see a faceless woman with light-ish blue hair. She smiled at me as I turned to her. 

"You always do what we say, even if it's something so absurd and dangerous." The petting stopped as she wrapped her arms around me, pulling me in closer. "So you wouldn't mind, right?" Her embrace got tighter, limiting my movements. I couldn't escape it. It was like the warmth of her body began to eat away at me. A sickening dampness filled my senses, and soon I was enveloped in darkness. "You wouldn't mind, right?" 

 

I tried to scream and move, but I couldn't. All I could do was nod as the darkness devoured me.

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I awoke in a cold sweat, greeted by the comforting cold of the floor. 
 
'That woman...'
 
I pushed myself up, felt my sides, and winced in pain. I lifted my tattered shirt to find a blotch of purple and blue growing on my side. I knew I had been hurt before, but I don't think I can count on anything getting better with time. 
 
With a sigh, I lean against a wall. The spacious box I was in wasn't exactly bright. The dim light coming from underneath the door was enough for me to make out what was in his room.
 
Nothing...
 
Not like I expected much, but I couldn't help but be mildly disappointed.
 
'At least give me some food!'
 
I curse in my head. My body couldn't recover like this. 
 
Thump, thump, thump...
 
Loud and heavy footsteps approached the room, stopping just as they reached the door. The shadow of the figure cast itself on the wall as a soft, maniacal chuckle reached my ears. Everything inside me was telling me I was in danger, but in this circumstance, what was I to do but await my fate?
 
"Human-chan~" A soft voice cooed. 
 
Before I could answer, the door began to creak open, and a pink-hued demon entered the room with a questionable-looking food tray in hand. 
 
Instinctively, I reached for the tray, earning a wicked smile from Alifus as he positioned the tray above his head. 
 
"Hungry?~" He mocked me, faking a concerned tone as he looked down on me. 
"Well, I would feed you, but," he monologuingly paced to the farthest end of the room and set the tray down. "You'll have to work for it." 
 
"Now crawl." He commanded. 

Slowly, I inched my way towards the tray. My body is moving involuntarily out of hunger. I felt so ashamed, but survival is what matters in the end. 

Yes, all I have to do is survive this somehow. I could put up with anything as long as I lived through it. 

"Kufuufu~" Alifus's face twisted into one of ecstasy and pleasure as I helplessly crawled.

Soon, I reached the plate, not even caring about my appearance, and I ate away at the food.

"Good boy, Human-chan!~" 

Abruptly, my face had been slammed into the tray. A hard, large substance held my head down as I ate what was left. 

The food, although disgusting-looking, was actually palatable. I could feel energy flowing through me, giving me strength to stand once more. 

"So resilient..." Alifus breathed in awe.

Two broad arms wrapped themselves around my waist from behind, pulling me up. I couldn't face Alifus like this, but his breathing became restless and uneven. He snuggled his face into my cheek, and a warm, slimy feeling dragged itself across my neck and cheek, causing me to shudder. 

Instinctively, I jerked my head away, only for two prominent fingers to push my face back into position. 

"Too bad Baal asked me to subdue you." He whispered, barely masking his perverted feelings. "Otherwise, I'd definitely keep you for myself!~"

 
 He snuggled into me more as he gently caressed my face. "So cute," he whispered. 
"Aah, I don't have time for this!" He carried on, pressing me to his side and carrying me outside to who knows where. 
"I have to start your training."
 
"Training?" I blurted out in confusion. 
"Yes yes! You will become his greatness' greatest tool! Upon his return, he may even keep you as a pet. Ah, how I truly envy you.~" 
 
"His greatness?" I whispered more to myself than anything. Alifus gasped as if offended, squeezing me harder against his side. I try to hold in a yelp of pain.
 
'Please let my sides heal!'
I pray in my head.
 
"Our greatest demon king?! Derkila?!" He growled, as if the concept of me being a different species totally evaded him. 
 
Just as I thought this, Alifus gasped in realization. "Oh, to be able to teach you about him.~" 
 
'No thank you.' 
 
It seems that "his greatness" wasn't the gold-eyed demon from before but a completely different person. This Derkila is apparently away from his throne right now. And without him, his subjects are running amok. At least that's what I think. For now, I'll play the weak human role and find a means to escape.
 

Eventually we reached a huge double door. Alifus pushed the door open, and there was a room fitted with many sharp objects. Petrified wooden tables were stained with dried black blood. Chains covered the walls. Some were even melded into metal tables for the purpose of holding a victim down. 

'This is still training, right?'

Wordlessly, Alifus forcefully held me down onto the metal table, using his large body to hold me down as he chained my hands and legs onto the table. 

Unidentifiable noises of fear and confusion escaped through my mouth. I couldn't find the right words to beg for mercy. 

With a hum and bounce, Alifus began to rummage around a tray of dirty knives, laughing and turning on his heel to face me once he found what he needed. 

A sharp pair of scissors gleamed in the dim light as he cracked an unfeeling grin. 

"Now, little human.~"

He positioned the scissors at the hem of my shirt, cutting away at the fabric to expose my stomach. 

"D-don't!" I helplessly squeak out a plea. 

Ignoring my cries, Alifus placed his large hand upon my stomach, his fingers gently tracing what would be his incision point. He put down the scissors in favor of a scalpel.

"Now, human, if you really don't want this,~" He placed the tip of the scalpel on my stomach. "You'd do well to break out of those chains, okay?" 

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A/N: Now is as good a time as any to warn you guys about the contents of this book. There will be dark themes in this story. If that bothers you, I suggest you stop reading.

Ah, the third chapter. Well technically the second, but I digress from that mistake.  I hope you enjoyed!