random angst

oof- ouch my organs

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!!!WARNING!!!

this story depicts bodily mutulation and semi-religious themes (not really) 

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Their footsteps were thumping in his ears, the space was small, dark, and cramped. He was extremely thankful for his surplus of arms and hands, it was vital that he remained silent. They mustn't find him. After a few minutes, he started to relax. He stretched out a little and sighed in relief. 

"Fatal Mistake." 

Charon's eyes widened as his hiding spot was torn apart and multiple people clutched onto him, they tugged at his hair, pulling him down to the floor. His vision was blurred by swarms of demons and thick tears. They tied him down to a metal table, the coldness freezing his exposed skin. One of them grabbed a scalpel with a clear look of annoyance. 

"Shut Your Mouth."

They plunged it into his neck, others covered his mouth and held him still. Blood gushed out of the wound as they twisted and moved around the surgical tool. When they removed the scalpel, they pulled out something along with it. Charon's screaming hushed down as he lost consciousness. 

"First Order Of Business, Remove Distinct Features." 

The other demons nodded, two of them grabbed saws. The one that had the scalpel injected the spider with something, his eyes opening filled with panic. Charon was to stay awake during the 'operation', he needed to feel every inch of pain. 

"Unnecessary Limb Removal, Commence." 

The demons with the saws flipped on a switch, bringing the whirring blade closer to his lower appendages. He tried to move away, but the straps and demons holding him down were too strong. The saws met with his flesh, then his muscles, hit bone, muscles, then finished through the flesh. He should've died a while ago, but they were pumping his body with all sorts of stuff. It was agonizing, but whenever he tried to scream he would just hurt his throat more and nothing would come out, so he had no choice but to stay silent. 

"Lower Limbs, Successfully Removed. One More Pair Before Completion." 

They revved up their saws once more, and started cutting through his formerly middle set of arms. It either seemed faster than earlier, or slower than earlier. Charon couldn't tell. They made no effort to cauterize or clean the remains of his two lower sets of arms, the demon closest to Charon's face held up the scalpel once again. 

"Phase One Complete. Eye Removal Commencing." 

Upon hearing this, Charon squeezed all eight eyes closed. They pushed the scalpel into his eyelid, still bloody from his throat. They twisted it around the curvature of his lowest right eye socket, then grabbed a spoon-like tool to take it out. They seemed pleased with this and continued after taking a good look at Charon's pained expression. They put the scalpel back in and carved out the tear duct. They did this to his other two right eyes so that only the top one was left. They shifted his head to be more on it's side, then with a smirk, finished the left side of his face. A few other demons pushed each other around to get to his face and poured in a mix of chemicals into his eye sockets. It greatly enhanced the pain, but the small room remained quiet. 

"Eye Removal Complete. Next, Facial Reconstruction." 

A group of about ten, maybe fifteen, demons surrounded him, bringing up trays of 'tools'. Some were surgical, others were 'handy' tools, there were even a few common house-hold items. He held his breath and closed what remained of his eyes, this didn't sound good. They tore at his face, pulling away pieces of skin, nerves, and muscle that were set aside for later. The area around his eyes was plucked to the bone, about four demons filling the holes in his skull. They used an array of objects to carve at his bones, adding fillings when necessary. After this was done, they put the nerves, skin, and muscle back onto his face. They didn't seem to try nor care about putting the flesh on correctly, they just mindlessly stitched parts together. 

"Facial Reconstruction Failed. Do Not Try Again. Switch Out And Begin Internal Changes." 

Every demon in the room, except for the one with the scalpel, left the room and different ones came in. Charon was getting used to the pain, but felt extremely uneasy, 'Failed? What are they trying to do to me?!' The new group of demons went in a formation, using a thick red substance to mark a square on his chest and abdomen. The scalpel demon cut along the dotted line, moving the section of pale flesh onto a different table. His organs were now exposed, a demon or two had to keep his intestine's from wiggling outside his body and falling onto the ground. After the scalpel demon queued them, most of the others started to remove his organs. They took out the pancreas, liver, spleen, kidneys, and whatever else. After a few minutes, Charon noticed that they weren't removing the organs, but changing his internal anatomy. They moved everything except for the heart and lungs. He closed his eyes and tried to focus on something else, 'Norman...' He began to calm down a bit, even though his body was consumed by an agonizing pain. 'No, he would be glad if I died,' it wasn't working anymore. After two uncomfortable hours, the demons stepped away. The scalpel demon went to see their work, and nodded in approval. 

"Reseal It, We Are Almost Finished." 

They grabbed the slab of flesh and stitched it back onto him. He felt some sort of relief hearing that they would be done soon, but he was also worried about the outcome. They removed the tubes attached to him that were pumping in the chemicals. His eyes immediately closed, but he was still conscious. They unstrapped him from the table and put something big and cold around his neck. 'Probably metal.' They bandaged his face and head in shame, the only piece they failed at. He heard a faint click and he felt like he was being struck by lightning. He fell to the ground crying. He wanted to scream. 'Shock collar...' They pulled him back up and started walking. 

"You Will Be Brought To Lord Adres. They Will Decide What To Do With You." 

For the first time, the demon was speaking to him directly. He nodded as a sign of acknowledgment. They pushed him forward, he instantly grew colder. He heard a small clank of metal hitting against metal, then silence. Seconds turned into minutes, minutes into hours, hours into days, days into weeks. He was all alone. 

'Where is everybody..?'