Rise Of The Moonwalker Pack

Chapter 17- Hellish Jobs

Akaza's pov
(approximately 6 weeks ago)

Never in my existence had I wondered how many nights I could go without sleeping and still stay sane. So far, I believe it's been two thousand nights, give or take a few. The jury is still out on the sanity part, though.

The sounds of tortured screams hardly ever let up. The only silence down here was when they took one prisoner back to it's cell, and then they selected their next victim. The whole five minutes it took them to do this was not enough time to catch a power nap.

Believe me, I've tried.

If my calculations are correct, I've been here for about five and a half years. Out of my one hundred and fifty year sentence.

Whenever it's my turn to be dragged to the torture room, they try their best to break me. I'm happy to report that I've gone undefeated so far. Their goal is to make me beg for my life or drive me mad.

I will never beg for my life, no matter what new techniques they come up with to remove my skin from it's bones. Sometimes, it's nothing more than a simple potato peeler they use. Other times, they get creative and melt it off with some new foul-smelling liquid. It's just my luck that it always grows back.

Every single fucking time.

But I don't scream. Not even once. Nor will I ever. Now as for the mad part, they just might stand a chance on succeeding in that department. After five years, I'm almost there.

On most days, I'd tell you that being an immortal was great. Even if I was an immortal demon, whose bloodline comes from one of the three strongest demons to ever exist, besides Hades that is. Technically, I'm a prince of the underworld, but you wouldn't know it due to my current situation. And having immortality was definitely not a blessing at the moment. Because whatever these bastards bring my way, I'll survive it. There are very few things that can kill a demon, and these pricks are careful not to make that happen.

Much like the way the heaven realms work, down here in hell, it's the same thing, you do the crime, you do the time. And yes, I most certainly did the crime. And you'd be hard pressed to find a single bone in my body that was sorry about it either.

You wouldn't think that killing somebody would earn such a stiff sentence for us hell dwellers. The problem wasn't that I killed someone, or in this case someone's, it was the who that mattered. Killing a member of one of the three powerful demons family would earn you a lengthly stay here in Hades play room.

My great grandfather, Aeacus, couldn't even save my hide. I know he tried calling in some favors owed to him, but there was no escaping my fate. Not that I really cared much, I was mostly pissed off because the killing spree I was on was cut short. There were still a few names on my list that needed to be dealt with.

Having to wait another one hundred and forty-four years to pick up where I left off was a hard pill to swallow. I guess when you live forever, it's not really that much time in the grand scheme of things.

Mino's had bred some of the worst of the worst there was down here, and it was about damn time someone put them in their place. That someone, of course, was me. They had gone unchecked for far to long, killing whomever they chose, taking whatever they felt they were entitled to, and worst of all, they were known to breed with the filty creatures from earth, otherwise known as humans.

It was these half-breeds that were causing all the trouble. I was assured over and over that they would be dealt with, but at the rate they were being caught, I'd say nobody was trying very fucking hard to bring them in.