Chapter 42- Bring Me Back To Life

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Alec's muscles ached, his vision was blurred and he could hear a ringing in his hears, his thoughts were jumbled but one thought he couldn't seem to escape was the thought of the pain his body had endured. He had lost track of the number of hits he had endured or the many times his skin had been sliced or his face had been bashed in.

His left eye was fully closed, his lip stung from the blood and few times he had ran his tongue over it. His body twisted slightly spinning in the air as he gave a very weak tug at the chains that held his wrists above his head, suspending his body in the air. He winced and bit down on his lip to keep from screaming, he wouldn't give them the satisfaction.

He relaxed his tired muscles and he could feel his full weight tugging down on his wrists, he knew it would be only a matter of time before they broke or his shoulder would become dislocated; that was a pain he dreaded. His one good eye peered up, staring at the only thing that brought some form of comfort, his mark. It had stopped burning and glowing, now it was just there and he feared the worst.

If his mark had stopped then it could mean Emerson was in trouble or perhaps it was sign that this was where he died. He had never given much thought to how he would die; always assuming he would be killed in battle. Now he had found himself entertaining the many ways they could kill him, none of them were quick.

The metal door opened and Alec turned his gaze to the demon that had brought him here, Satran, was he had called himself, had somehow managed to knock Alec unconscious and had stripped him of his stele and had his men string him up.

Satran never questioned him, only stood off to the side as he watched his men beat Alec until their own knuckles bled, it was then they would get a dagger and take turns slicing his chest, arms, stomach even his collarbone but they never sliced deep enough or in any place that couldn't be hidden with a long sleeved shirt or coat.

He wondered why he was here, why they seemed keen to only beat him rather than interrogate him but then he realized it was a game. If they could get him to call out, to scream or demand why he was here then the true pain would only begin and so Alec would grit his teeth or avert his eyes as he was beat or cut.

He felt the familiar burn of stele against his flesh and he saw Satran himself was drawing a rune Alec had not ever seen before but still somehow recognized. As Satran finished the rune that covered Alec's left side he stepped back and Alec felt all of the pain leave his body. He could see clearly and even his aching arms and wrists seemed to be much better. Two chairs were brought in along with chains and one was placed next to where Alec hung.

Two of the men, who were hidden behind dark cloaks let Alec down and forced him onto the chair. They began wrapping the chains around his chest and feet, chaining him to the chair. Satran waved his arm and the men left, the metal door clanging shut as he took a seat opposite of Alec and took of his bowler hat and rested it on the top of his cane.

"I must apologize old friend, the men seem to still not be over what you did to them in the olden days, we  may be old but we never forget do we old friend?" Satran spoke, his voice causing Alec to narrow his eyes as he felt Ambriel begin to threaten Alec if he didn't allow him to take over. However Alec had a feeling that the moment Ambriel took full control, things would be only worse.

"You look angry, surely you remember what it was you did, the guardians were all darker than the Enochian's, perhaps that is why God decided to send you all away, to keep you away from the very beings he created you for." Satran mocked, he wanted to see how far he could push the old soul before he forced his younger half aside.

"Is that why I'm here? To have story time with you," Alec questioned in a cold tone as he kept his gaze stern and his body tense, waiting for Satran to strike him for his smart words.

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