Be Still My Banshee Heart

Chapter 9

Three small figures peered out from behind the damp rock where they were hiding.

Their bright yellow eyes gleamed in the dark giving away their hiding place, their hissed whispers assaulted Fergus's ears as they bravely inched closer.

Wrapping his clawed hands around his head, Fergus began to rock back and forth trying to block out their annoying hiss, his ears had began to bleed not long after he had returned to his dark corner.

He could sense his darkness, it was curled in a ball, whimpering in the corner of his mind, with Mary's screams still ringing through his mind, his own darkness had been left temporally paralysed.

This was not a good thing, this left Fergus vulnerable to the other creatures that loomed in the darkness, they had only stayed away out of fear of his own demon. His own demon that was weakening, the stronger Mary became, the closer she came to finding their child, weakened his darkness further.

The creatures inched closer their yellow eyes dimly illuminating his corner as they drew nearer. Streaks of blood decorated the stone walls, deep gouges marred the surface, bone littered the rock floors making it clear that he was not the first inhabitant of his corner.

The foul stench of decaying meat assaulted his nose as they closed in on him, he dared a glance towards them, gagged as he saw the true horror of what they were.

Small, vile creatures varied in size but none stood taller than three feet, their grey skin covered in open leaking sores. They continued to hiss to each other, forked tongues sliding out of their mouths the cause of the hiss, on closer inspection he realized the tongues were not naturally forked, but had been deliberately sliced in two. Sharp teeth surrounded the tongue, no nose was present, pointed ears decorated by a number of hoops lay either side of their small triangular heads.

Each carried a different tool of torture, one a wicked looking sharp knife, every so often he would slice at the other two causing shudders of pleasure to run through his small frame.

Another appeared to be dragging a razored whip behind him, the thirds did not seem quite so bad, he carried a small glass jar which looked to contain water.

Their eyes danced with malice as they neared, the smallest of the three, carrying the glass jar approached first, pushed on by the others.

A smile played on his lips as his forked tongue continued to caress its sharp teeth, maybe they mean no harm, Fergus hoped, only wanted to offer water to help his demon mend.

Fergus watched as the small demon pulled the cork stopper from its jar, then proceed to pour the smallest of drops upon Fergus's leg.

Pain unlike any he had ever known exploded through his body, the skin of his leg bubbled and melted as the liquid ate at his flesh.

His tortured screams tore through the dark mixed with the three smaller demons shrieks of pleasure.

His own demon roared to life, shaking the very stone of the walls, the three small demons shrieks of glee turned into shrieks of terror as they tried to escape.

There was no escape even weakened his own demon was much more powerful, the sickening sound of flesh being torn, bones being crushed vibrated through the dark.

Three small broken bodies lay shuddering at his feet, he lifted the smallest to snap its neck, looked thoughtfully into its yellow eyes.

He was weakening, but these vile creatures did not have to know that he could use them, "You are now mine," he bellowed, "You will now do only my bidding."

"Yes Master, Yes," they hissed curling their small broken bodies round his feet.

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