The Hellbourne Exorsist

I

"Well well well, what have we here?" Tael asked deviously.

"A bitch who needs to go roast in the fiery pits of Hell," I replied with a disapproving grunt. I was lashed with a whip for my comment. I did not cry. They fed on my fear and hatred. Since I was their punching bag here, I had to love them so they would start to wither and die. For this reason, and this reason alone, I loved them. I knew artificial love would not cut it, so I loved them like a dog loves his abusive master. He comes back every time he is whipped because he has known no different. It is a sad existence, but it is my own. I have accepted my role long ago.

I am what is called a puppet. Demons use me to carry on their ventures through earth. Once their puppet dies, they must return to the demonic realm and recharge before wreaking their havoc. Any human could be a puppet, for we all have souls, which contain emotion. These demons feed off negative emotions such as hate, anger, greed, ect. If a puppet does not feel these emotions, the demon will weaken until it has to return back to the demonic realm. I was a very bad puppet, only expressing positive emotions and forcing myself to not feel negative emotions.

My demons were named Tael and Recca. Tael was a steam demon, meaning she was a water or fire demon who had been punished by devine judgement so that she could not abuse her powers again. I never learned why she was a steam demon, but I never asked because I was whipped when I did. Recca, on the other hand, was a flame demon. She loved to spread her hellish flames all across fields and in homes, oh how she loved it. It was a sick and twisted occupation she had earned herself, but it was her passion. She loved her job with what she described as a "burning passion", which is probably why she became a demon of the flame.

Tonight was a night where there was no killing to be done, so we spent all night traveling across the land. The direction we were heading was all too familiar. It was known as the Demonic Row. The path lead to a place that was somewhere in the far north. Demons used what they called a waypoint to slip between realms without penalty. As a human, I was forbidden to enter. It did not matter though, I mean, it's not like I wanted to jump head first into what was probably Hell.

We arrived at the gates that passed demons into their proper resting place. They were a gigantic set of iron barred doors that had a lock that held the chain that would keep the doors closed. All demons had a key to this door, even the most pitiful and weak ones. They always seemed to be jumping back from out realm to theirs. This place radiated insanity. Even standing within 300 meters of the door caused the feeling. It was powerful, and it wanted me to succumb to the evil power that it held. I refused to listen to the tiny little voices that whispered into my mind "join us, after all, your only a puppet. We could make you so much more. Join us. Come give your soul in return for eternal life and glory". I ignored their advances. They used very persuasive techniques that almost made me listen, but I refused. No hellbourne voice could control me. I was my own person, even if I was only a puppet who would die at the hands of two demons without experiencing life in any way, shape, or form. That is the way it is.

Recca chained me to one of the iron bars of the gates so that I could not escape. I tried before. It doesn't work. I could only sit there and wait. I waited for a couple hours for the demon women to appear outside the gates, but it didn't happen. I waited a bit longer. They still were absent. As a waited, a song slowly formed in my head. I didn't try to make one, but it kind of formed into its own thing as I waited. I started to sing a bit

"He gave us monsters and demons, stole our souls and more. One hellbourne, two hellbourne, three hellbourne, four. He lives in a castle found on blood and gore. One hellbourne, two hellbourne, three hellbourne, four," I muttered as if I knew the song by heart. "He rests on a throne of souls that he tore. One hellbourne, two hellbourne, three hellbourne, four."