Heart of a Demon, Soul of an Angel

Eternity Sees Its End

Shrieking. Panting. Screaming. That was all that could be heard. Day and night, night and day. Always at a constant rate. Such cries merited legend for they reeked of malevolence and misery. Not surprisingly, these echoing whispers did embody misery, the misery of two frail figures dwelling within a place unlike any other in the mortal realm.

Below the English surface was a place where not even the dead dare walk. There beneath British soil lied unforgiving passages twisting round the bleak underground caverns of the figures' prison while a deafening silence swallowed any noise that ran amok. No light but the dim flicker of the torches mounted on the walls pierced the musky shroud, making it difficult to perceive anything or anyone. Such as it was for the two prisoners.

Oh..What day was it? What month? Year? Who knew? Who cared? At least, that was what Ciel thought. He knew he must be somewhat older than he had been when brought to this dreadful place.

All he knew was what he saw and what he saw was an emancipated body elongated from a wretched stage of puberty. His boyish face stood marred with trauma and affliction from what he endured in his lengthy imprisonment. He only knew of what he had looked like then but now...Now it seemed pointless to even consider vanity, not in these hopeless circumstances. Unbeknownst to him, if he were to be seen in the right light, he would be considered beautiful, an angel of the azure.

But any angel could be deformed by constant whipping, abusive handling, and other atrocities that only the thick skinned should glean. Yet like the course of time, he could care less about his torment. All that mattered was the female creature laying beside him. He watched her with jaded eyes as she gained forbidden slumber. His heart ached as he felt bile rise into his dry throat.

She had been chosen again that day for what their tormentors called "experimentation." He shuddered at the thought. It was bad enough he was humiliated in front of dozens of masked beings but to have his twin, his little sister, forced into such
acts; why, it was enough to make his stomach contort with shame.

Together, they had both seen and experienced horrors that made their once innocent eyes grow cold with corruption. Corruption that lurked in their hearts and tarnished their innocence, in more ways than one. Ciel furrowed his brow as he gazed into the darkness, recalling what he'd swore to suppress. The worst he went through was prodding and an occasional whipping but for Ciella, he could see they relished in abusing her.

While his frame was clad in a single, dirty, white blouse just long enough to hide his flimsy manhood, Ciella was left in little to nothing. Her bosom was constantly exposed, bearing red and purple shades (courtesy of the whippings) while her legs showed signs of bondage and repeated burning. He violently shook his head of long cerulean locks, banishing the image from his mind. Suddenly--

"Ciel?" came his sister's groggy voice. He stirred at the sound and taking care not to drag his chained, blistered feet, he crawled over to her."Shh...Im here. What's wrong?" He asked in a concerned voice."Mm..mm...It hurts..."

Ciel's eyes narrowed."Where?" Ciella sat up as best as she could and removed a nervous hand from her naked chest to reveal fresh bloody gashes along the bottom.

"Here, Ciel...It was awful. They used so many knives on me...They said it was to purify me...I can't get it out of my head." Her body shook in a broken sob and she hugged his side as raspy cries came out of her chapped lips. Ciel also shook as his breath knotted itself with rage, making him grit his grimy teeth.

First torture, then humiliation, now this?! Just how low would these miscreants stoop?! With a small burst of wrathful energy, Ciel stood and banged on the bars to their cell.

"You'll all pay for this!!! Every single one of you!!!" Ciella's eyes widened in fright.

"Ciel, hush...! They'll only punish us. I don't want them to take you away...I need you here with me..." Ciella pleaded while tangled plaits of identical cerulean hair curtained her face and pooled onto the ground. Ciel reluctantly stopped his fit and took a shaky breath. He gripped the bars to calm himself then looked over at his sister.