Love After Death ·BxB·

~H I M~

Blue's pov:

"Welcome to hell, peasants." The strong male's voice rang around the room of new born demons.

I felt awful, the room stank of an odor non imaginable, smelled like dry blood and dead bodies, making me gag in disgust.

Everyone was seperated into groups of 5. Each going to a certain demon with torturing devices, making me shudder. Soon I felt a hand touch my shoulder and I turned to look but got pushed into a small group of younger looking new demons.

I looked around, spotting two muscular strong looking men which obviously are going torture us in different ways.

My bottom lip quivered as I watched a younger new born begin to get whipped, I could see the long deep cuts now in his back.

His schrilling screams rang in my ears, more demons came and took individual new borns. I was brought over to a tall muscular male.

His brown hair was messy, mostly unkept, fresh blood splattered all over his jacket. He had a bored expression plastered on his face, his right hand holding a whip tightly.

I coward as they took off my shirt, pushing me to my knees. My back now facing the male.

I gave a gulp, beginning to shiver as I felt him trace my back with the whip.

Soon enough I felt a sharp stinging in my back, feeling blood drip from the new wound. Another came along as I gave a shrilled scream.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I felt a blade on my back. What did I do to deserve this?

I felt a small breath come right beside my ear, then a deep voice whispered. "Brace yourself, this is going to be hell."

Tears ran down my face as he started to carve into my back and up to my neck.

I couldn't run away, my arms were tied as well as my ankles.

I let out a cry of pain, feeling the blade go into my fresh wound caused by the whip.

The blade was soon pulled out of my back but was in my neck secounds. My body shook as blood oozed from the open wound. The male tangled his fingers in my hair, yanking my head back as he slid the blade across my neck.

This is when I got a real close look at him. His eyes looked sad, and his jaw was clenced tight as if he was about to say something but kept it to himself.

"Please..." I beg, a slight gargle sound erupting from my throat, "I can't take this anymore.."

The male said nothing as his grip tightened on my hair.

I begged him again, "Please!"

Finally the pain stopped and he let go of my hair.

I let out a sigh of relief before he kicked my back, making me fall on my front.

A slight sting from where he had kicked. The man sighed as he ran his fingers through his brown locks.

"Damn new born demons." The man muttered before walking away, dropping the blade as he went.

A demon pulled me up and unbounded me. I rubbed my wrists as they gave me my shirt. I slowly pull it on, stinging surging through my back as the cloth rubbed against my back.

"This is for 3 months, deal with it." A man groaned. 3 months?! I can't do this for 3 months...

They get all the new born demons together and push them into what seemed like jail cells, 3 in one.

I was pushed in with two guys, one was crying and very short and other looked like didn't give a crap anything that happened to him.

There were two bed and one toilet and sink.

I sit on the bed, the two others get in the other bed and decide to share it.
Thank god I have my own bed.

I get under the extremely thin sheet that was provided on the rock hard mattress. No pillow, no windows, I felt trapped. Can I really 3 months? It feels like a year.

°Morning°

I was awoke by being dragged out of the bed, "Wake up, fuckers." The deep voice said. Oh god, torturing this early in the morning?!

They forced us to get showers, no privacy, everyone could see each other naked.

We got dressed, only we were shirtless and had to get our wrists cuffed. The cuffs had spikes that would dig into our flesh if we struggled in them.

I gulped as we were put in our places.
I sat on my knees, staring at the ground. My ankles were now being tied, I wanted this to go faster.

I soon felt a presence and looked up to see Lucifer walking by us all and judging up based on our pasts and features.

That's when I saw him, the man, he was walking right next to Lucifer. Everyone began to whisper about them. "Hello little shits, I am Lucifer and this is my assistant; Azazel." I studied the bored expression on his face as his hazel eyes scanned the room.

When our eyes met and I looked down. I felt my heart thump, his eyes digging into me.

I soon look up, he had looked away and had crossed his arms.

I could see his muscles through his tight shirt, he was really hot....

I'm sure he's not gay... he doesn't look gay.

Then the demons got into place, getting ready to torture all the new born demons.