Hells diary

chapter six:

>>>A demons torment

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Somewhere in hell, where the seven sins gathered for a summoning...

"Don't you think you're being too hard on him?" Kurgan, one of the deadly sins, asked.

"No, he needs to learn. I've been too soft on him. I'm Wrath, for fuck's sake! I've been taking care of him too much. It's time I treat him the way I treat my pets." Thane's words were firm, but his heart ached with every syllable.

"Mhmmm, I don't believe you, Thane. It seems like you've fallen for the mortal. After all, he is your mate, right?" Elijah said, a wicked grin spreading across his ethereal, beautiful face.

"It's obvious. Why else would you warn Lucifer to stay away from him if you didn't care? Clearly, you do, Thane," Malakai added.

"Whatever. I hope he's learned his lesson," Thane muttered.

"Where exactly did you leave him, Thane?" Muzan asked, a smirk playing on his lips.

"He left him at the sanctum," Asher interjected, grinning.

"Haaaaaaa..." Muzan started to laugh, causing the others to hiss at him.

"What's so funny?" Gideon demanded through gritted teeth.

"Everything, actually. Thane left his poor mate in the sanctum. How lovely. Do you even know what the sanctum is?" Muzan asked, still smiling evilly.

"It's a place for punishment," Kurgan said sluggishly, using Muzan's last name.

"Exactly. But it's also a place where one faces their worst fears and nightmares. And do you know who's in charge of that?" Muzan prompted.

The seven chorused together: "Lucifer."

With a chuckle, Muzan spoke again, "Exactly. More like, little Gage is going to die."

Malakai showed no hint of emotion as he said, "Indeed."

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Back at the human World...

Thane hastily approached the sanctum door, his heart pounding. But Gage was not there. Panic rising, he searched the basement, Gage's room, everywhere he could think of. Anxiety gnawed at him, and he whispered, "Gage," his voice laced with worry.

Finally, Gage appeared from behind a door. He had changed his clothes and looked different—distant, detached. Something was undeniably wrong.

"Gage," Thane spoke softly, his voice trembling with a mix of relief and fear.

"Hey, Thane," Gage replied, his face devoid of emotion, his eyes cold and unreadable.

Thane took a step towards him, but Gage stepped back with each attempt Thane made to get closer. "How was your trip?" Gage asked, his tone flat and indifferent.

Thane's heart ached. "Gage, what happened to you?" he asked, his voice breaking.

"Nothing," Gage replied, his gaze avoiding Thane's. "It's been three days since you were away. Goodnight, Thane." And with that, Gage turned and walked away, leaving Thane standing there, a storm of emotions raging within him.

Thane was restless. The tranquility of midnight did nothing to soothe his tormented mind. He kept replaying the events in his head, questioning what he had done. He had only been following his rules, the rules he believed in so strongly. So why did he feel this way? Respect was non-negotiable for him, from everyone, including his mate.

Desperation clawed at him as he descended the stairs to the place where his rules were prominently displayed. In a fit of rage, he tore them down, shredding the pieces until they lay scattered at his feet. His screams echoed through the emptiness as he sank to the floor, tears streaming down his face. Demons don't cry, he told himself. He was a seven, after all. But here he was, sobbing uncontrollably, unable to understand the misery consuming him.

A piercing scream broke through his anguish. He instantly appeared in front of Gage's room, his heart pounding with dread. Gage was thrashing in his sleep, drenched in sweat despite the chill of the night. Thane thought it was a nightmare, but as he took in the scene before him, horror and regret washed over him.

Gage lay bare-chested, his body a canvas of brutal torment. Thane's eyes widened in shock and revulsion at the sight of the torn flesh, the blood-soaked remnants of what was once whole. He stumbled back, his body reacting with violent tremors. The lamp beside him shattered as he lost control, unable to process the devastation.

Every inch of Gage's body was marred by cruelty—his legs, his hands, his back—all but his face, left untouched as a mockery of what he once was. Thane's gaze traveled to Gage's lower body, and what he saw made his blood boil and his hands tremble uncontrollably. Gage's thighs were hideously bruised, his private area horribly mutilated. Thane's mind raced with disbelief and horror. Someone had circumcised him again.

The pain must have been unimaginable, yet Gage was still alive. How could he have survived such torment? Thane's heart ached with a mixture of guilt and sorrow as he clutched the sheets, chanting to himself, "Demons don't cry, demons don't cry. I am wrath, I am wrath."

But no matter how much he repeated it, the tears wouldn't stop.

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Thane knelt beside Gage, his heart a tempest of sorrow and rage. As the night deepened, he realized the futility of his rules and the emptiness of his quest for respect through fear. Gage's broken body was a testament to the cruelty that had been unleashed in the name of control. Thane vowed silently that things would change. No more would he hide behind a facade of wrath; no more would he inflict such pain. As he wiped the tears from his face, he whispered, "I am more than wrath," and with a newfound resolve, he stayed by Gage's side, determined to find a way to heal the wounds he had caused, both seen and unseen.