The Shattered and The Wicked

Chapter Four

Fear like nothing Freak had ever known filled him. An ingrained sense of determination seemed to come with it as Freak's pulse kicked into overdrive. These men were trying to kill him, and, in turn, kill his children. He may not know how, but he was pregnant, and he'd be damned if he was going to allow anyone to take away his chance at a family.
Freak had been tipped off that his torturers were finally going to kill him after throughly pleasing one of the men. Freak knew he wasn't suppose to know, but it had fallen from the man's lips on his descent from his orgasm. "Such a shame this'll be gone soon... mmm. Your ass is just so tight..."
Freak had flown from the man and to the other side of his cell in a flash, lips pulled back in a snarl before the man even knew he had slipped.
"You little bitch!" Freak may or may not have punched the man in the face during his getaway.
A sharp rapping came from the closed door up the stairs, and the man immediately froze in his movements, before a sick smile spread over his face. A demented gleam in his eyes. Freak needed no other indication to know that it was time.
Tensing even more, Freak watched as the man that just fucked him straightened out his robes and took out his wand, waving it in a pattern Freak knew well. This one was used to create and take down silencers. He had learned when one of the men was trying to make him scream. He wouldn't, of course, but the blonde had made it his mission to drag a scream out of Freak. Those were the worst times, Freak thought, as he slowly backed up to a corner of his cage. The blonde always made his skin feel like it was on fire with ants crawling underneath. He'd inflict wound upon wound on his body, and then use Freak's own blood in place of lube to fuck him. All the time he'd whisper words of Freak's uselessness, his horrid parents, and how much of a disappointing slut he was. Freak didn't mind the comments, but his ass always hurt so badly afterwards. Then the other men would come in and be just as harsh. Freak shuddered as his eyes caught sight of one such torturer, coming down the stairs as if he hadn't caused Freak unimaginable pain. Quickly looking away in order to stop the flashbacks, Freak tried to find a way out of this terrible mess.
Focusing on the wall of his prison as the sounds of footsteps grew louder the closer the men came to his cell, Freak glared at it, trying to will it to explode similar to the day he was kidnapped. Just as it had whenever he tried, however, the wall stayed stubbornly strong.
"The time of reckoning is upon you boy. Any last words to say before our Lord is avenged?"
Freak snarled from his place on the floor as he looked up at the many hooded figures surrounding his cell, fury in his eyes. "..."
The blonde tortured tapped his cane upon the ground in apparent annoyance. "What was that, boy? Speak up, for this is your last chance."
"...fuck you."

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A wicked smile appeared in the darkness as a pair of glasses gleamed. Red eyes watched these going-ons secretly before dissolving into soft, black feathers. With this, the smile, too, disappeared as quickly as it had come.
"That bastard."

Claude snuck into the shadow of his enemy, but ignored the greater demon in order to spy on his prey's situation.
Smelling the delectable scent of magic, the demon prince watched blood pour from a child's overly large's stomach, a clean slash having ripped it open.
Cursed eyes minutely widened in shock, as two unborn souls slipped from the dying boy. They hovered over the male mother, grey in light, and the thought of having three for the price of one caused Claude to smirk.
As a green light began traveling towards the small boy, the bespectacled demon stepped forward, stopping time. "Do you reject the gates to paradise?"
The injured boy looked up, and seemed to see both the demons standing in the shadows, but no fear entered his eyes.
"For what?"
Sebastian stepped in front of Claude, and the gold-eyed demon narrowed his eyes. "To form a contract with me."
Shadows flickered around Claude as he growled lowly, but there was very little he could do to his higher-ranking enemy.
"What would you give me?"
Claude stepped forwards, traipsing around the secretive red-eyed demon, and smiled pleasantly at the bleeding-out child.
"I can give you anything you desire."
Claude watched the child's eyes glaze over in greed, before they abruptly cleared, though his unusually green eyes did not stay focused entirely on the spider demon.
"At what cost?"
"Your soul."
The child seemed unperturbed by the fact the two demons were switching whomever answered for every question, but Claude could almost feel a vein in his forehead begin to pulse. If that damn Great tried to steal his meal...
"Fine then."
Claude's attention snapped to the boy as he stared at the two demons in the cell. The gold-eyed demon recognized the craze in those eyes, the same need that had been in so many of their more delicious victims. The desire for revenge.
"At the cost of my unborn children's souls and my own, you will both help me to gain vengeance upon all those that have or aspire to hurt me in any way, shape, or form."
Feeling the burning hellfire of a cemented contract, Claude turned in shock to the pleased demon standing beside him, who held a black-nailed hand up to point at the child. "All we need now, is a place to mark our contract."
The boy glanced at the approaching bright beam of light, and merely shook his head. His face was devoid of all emotions bar exhaustion. "Place then wherever you wish. I have no care for my appearance anymore."
Catching the warning glance Mephisto gave him, Baal realized what the demon was suggesting. He was truly cashing in on that debt.
With a small sigh, the gold-eyed demon stepped back, fixing his glasses as the Great Demon approached and grabbed the boy, uncaring for his grimaces.
"Look at me."
Green eyes locked on red as Mephisto grinned sinisterly, slowly removing one of his impeccably white gloves with his sharp teeth. Thrusting his palm against the boy's right eye, the young male began to thrash, wisps of magic flying about the cell as he struggled.
Breathing heavily, a bright purple seal was revealed to be burned into the iris of Harry's right eye when he looked to the other demon in the room, having been placed back on the floor by Mephisto when the process was finished.
Claude grabbed the boy off the floor, cradling the weak being in his arms as he distastefully glared at the now-contracted demon. Turning his eyes from Mephisto's pleased smirk, the spider demon leaned over the boy, bringing their lips together abruptly.
Wrapping his deviously long tongue around the boy's, Claude closed his golden-eyes as the boy struggled to breathe, his contract burning itself into place as their newest victim lost consciousness.
Standing up, Claude silently looked to his companion, hatred deep within his soul burning to new heights at just what the Great Demon had stolen from him. A kiss was one of the most accurate ways for a demon to taste their victim, and Baal knew this boy would have been his most scrumptious meal yet.
"Come."
Claude narrowed his eyes at the men standing in dark cloaks outside of the cage, memorizing each one before following Mephisto into the shadows.
They could not act upon the boy's revenge until he gave them their first order, and so it was only a matter of waiting for him to awake.