Heart of a Demon, Soul of an Angel

The Darkness Answers

Deep within the underground, the twins' screams kept getting fainter as they were taken further away from one other. Two of the masked women who had Ciella walked into a small cave like room, locking the steel enforced door behind them, while the other detained Ciella who was trying to struggle free. Though brave in her attempt, she shook with great fear.

The women laid her down on a metallic table, parting her legs and tying them down. Her bloody shirt was removed then torn into small pieces.

One took a somewhat clean piece of the shirt in her hand and began to wipe away the dried blood on Ciella's womanhood, not bothering to be gentle. Ciella winced from the rough feeling of the cloth then whimpered as another placed a stinging salve on her wounded breasts. Their work continued mercilessly for a great while. Ciella closed her eyes and cried out every so often as her body shook from displeasure.

After removing her most recent imperfections, she was untied then thrown into a dingy tub of ice cold water. She gasped as her knees made contact with the hard tub bottom and yelped as even colder water was thrown onto her. Various cloths then forced her to stay still as they rubbed her skin raw. She mewled softly and tried to get away but it only made the scrubbing worse. Someone yanked at her mess of blue hair and did their best to wash out the years of filth and grime that had gathered underneath her scalp. Once finished, she was taken out and immediately dried from head to toe. Ciella bit her lips as she looked at herself. It was as if nothing was there, all the minutes and hours they spent abusing her skin had been erased. But for what purpose?

The droll beating of drums suddenly echoed about the chamber. Two women dragged Ciella through a side door into a larger room where they made her stand in front of a large masked crowd. Her body may have been cleansed of all the grime but as always was left naked and vulnerable.

The masks whispered many things while looking at her, making her self consciously place an arm over her now healed chest. Her legs shamefully clamped together to hide her dark haired bushel as she was pushed towards a stone table in the middle of the room.

Ciella looked around to see if she could spot Ciel. No such luck. Her frail voice whispered out,"P-Please...where is my brother?" Of course she received no answer.

Instead she was laid on the cold table, made to spread her legs while two masks draped a thin red cloth over her bushel and breasts and carefully splayed her hair around her. Her arms were then tied above her, making her breath quicken in fear. "Wh-What are you going to do to me?"

Again there was no answer. Dozens of candles were lit around the room and an eeire chant rose from the masked crowd. Shrieking suddenly broke the chilling peace as Ciel was dragged in through another door, his skin also cleaned as well. He look up in awe stricken horror and began to writhe fervently in his captor's hold. "Let her go!! Do whatever you want to me but let her go!!" He fell to the ground but was forced onto his feet then onto another stone table. He was chained down so as to prevent him from escaping.

Ciella looked to her right and whimpered out his name as she watched them pin him down. Once he was under their control, a red cloth similar to hers was placed atop his member. The chanting grew louder and louder until a single voice spoke in the midst.

"Oh! Mighty creature of the underworld! We ask you to appear before us at this midnight hour! We have prepared for you not one but two ripe sacrifices!"

Ciella shook in unbridled terror at the word "sacrifice." She closed her eyes tightly to stop her tears from flowing but whimpers managed to escape through her chapped lips. Ciel struggled against his binds but it was no use. As the chants increased in volume, the candle light began to flicker as if a ghost were present. The masked figures began to gasp as a seeping darkness filled the room, a gust of wayward shadows suddenly appearing.