What Lurks at Night

Skull

I could sense Alec was tense, after Mammon just unexpectedly showed up. But he wasn't tense cause of Mammon, he was tense because of what Mammon was capable of... I was no stranger to Mammon and or his capabilities. I was closer to Mammon than my own brother, out of sheer common ground. Now granted I was more sadistic than Mammon- but we both just had more things in common than I did with Alec. It didn't mean I didn't care for my brother, we were both born at the same time- twins...we always had a strong bond just different personalities. Different likes, and different methods of dealing with things.

Scaphism, was often a favorite torture method of mine. It was originally practiced by ancient Persians centuries ago, I think around 500 B.C. A gruesome and slow torturous method worthy of praise. Logs would be hollowed out or narrow boats would be made, and the victim in question would have their hands and feet tied to each end of the log or boat... I remember it vividly back when I use to grace among the humans of course not with how I looked now, I would use human disguises. I still do, unless it's an empty dark place where no cameras exist. These days that's hard to do, but I remember the feeling it gave, cathartic, and oh so beautiful. The victim forced to ingest milk and honey combined until they uncontrollably lost their bowels. At which point every inch of their skin was smeared in honey and milk exposed to the hot rays of the sun and left in their own shit and vomit. That's when insects would come and land on them, stinging and biting, torturing the victim more... and with their holes exposed and open insects would crawl into their bodies and lay eggs, the larvae eating them from the inside out.

I miss those days, early humanity days they got really creative in their torture methods. And I planted the ideas in their heads and watched it grow from a seed to something toxic and evil, manifesting inside them. Of course victims didn't die from starvation or dehydration , milk had nutrients and sometimes water would be given so it was very often quite a very slow day by day painful torture method. The victim often succumbing to the madness from the pain of it all, their mind breaking before their bodies gave out, and then they would eventually die from both the exposure and the infections that would fester in their exposed bodies. I remember seeing one such victim with parasites and maggots coming out of one's eyeballs, their eyes bulging almost out their sockets, their skin red and puffy. Their lips were bleeding, and purple, their mouths filled with insects and insect larvae. Their nose also overfilled with maggots, and parasites.

Scaphism was one of my greatest torture method ideas given to man kind. I got an erection just thinking about it. I stood at the top of the stairs in front of the door to Valera's room, my brother told me her name when he learned it. Deciding to go into the room, as I unlocked opening the door and closing it behind me when I stepped in... there she was, on the mattress a look of surprise, she expected Alec as he was the one to often come up here and visit. The black sweatpants I wore hid the erection I had, thankful for the color black. Black concealed things. My black sockets on her, if I went through my plans and thoughts of what I would do to her, my brother would be furious.

I didn't fuck living bodies, I rarely fucked at all. But when I got in the mood from unleashing my sadistic wrath on the poor mortals of this world, I'd sometimes fuck their decapitated heads. Sometimes I'd scalp them, and quite literally fuck their brains. The brain being my favorite because it'd still be slimy and coated and wet, and sticking my dicks in the center of the brain the cold sensation I felt against my cocks, was amazing. I let out a groan, just thinking about it. Letting out a huff from coming back to reality, and my eyes landing back on Val, fuck it. She didn't solely belong to my brother, she belonged to both of us, as I step towards her, stalking towards her, deliberately making my steps slow and calculating. It had the desired effect I was after, her heart rate picked up. Badum, Badum, Badum, getting faster and faster with each passing step. It was a symphony to my ears.

Her untouched smooth, perfect flesh. So many ideas, so many ways to scar that body. Chewing on the inside of my mouth, my jaw to the side...as I just dug my nails on the side of my cheek bone, my eyes didn't move off her, I bent down placing my bony elongated fingers on her legs. I was salivating letting my mouth hang agape, my drool dripping out, it wasn't normal spit, it was rotting bodily fluids that often formed in my mouth. I was visibly shaking, from the excitement- and just as I was about to drag her off the mattress and do unspeakably horrific things for my self, Alec came through the door as I let go of her, straightened up and twisted my head around 360 degrees like a damn owl.

"What?!" I sounded depraved, starved, and I was. I was starved, because I hadn't played in centuries. But he would never allow her to be played with in such a manner. It drove me insane.

"The fuck are you doing to her!" His lips curl into a snarl, his body posture was slightly bent at the knees, his weight dropped he was prepared to attack me. "WHAT DO YOU THINK I WAS GOING TO DO?! I WAS GOING TO PLAY WITH HER!" My tone enraged, and booming. Echoing off the walls with how little objects were in this room.

He stomped closer, until he was directly in my face. "Do you really think yourself strong enough to suffer my rage if you so much as put a scratch on her flesh?!" A guttural growl escaping into the air. The tension between us, was thicker than molasses. "You misunderstood brother." I spat with venom laced coming off my lips. "She's ours or have you forgotten? She's ours to share, ours to do with what we please whether that be to rape her until she's mind brokenly ours, or to make her into a slave. Or even sell her off in hell's market, or for sick twisted desires. Like my own." Huffing, I stand straight raising my chin and looking down at him, with contempt. "Are you really so bold as to break our brotherly agreement made in a blood pact?!" I hissed.

He didn't like that I was right. Rolling his eyes, and looking away with an annoyed grunt. "No." He relented. And I grinned with pride, I could do whatever to the little bird behind me. "Then care to join me? Like old times?" Of course I still offered, she was after all our property.

"No." Shock washed over my boney face. I did not expect him to turn down such an offer- we use to do things together like this all the time. She changed him...that fucking bitch changed my brother, with rage boiling in the pit of my stomach and seething its way to my heart I turn around swiftly and yank her off the mattress throwing her over my shoulder and leave the room furiously. Her fault, this was her fucking fault. And she'd pay the consequences for corrupting my twin. And I knew who exactly to help with that. As I left the house vanishing...and she vanishing with me. I'd take her to the most beautiful place known to me, and the worst place known to humans. Hell.