Tortured Soul

Chapter 1.

The soul is a important part to any human, defines who we truly are. However, what would happen if your soul was broken beyond repair? The only thing that could fix it was something you didn't believe in, and that was true love. We all want it and so many failed relationships caused us to think we'd never truly find who we were destined to share the rest of our lives with. 

The sound of a whip echoed around the dark cold room, a sickly smell of mould and damp filled the air around him. In the middle of the room stood a boy, no more than 15 years of age. His hair was pitch black, his eyes as blue as a ocean. You'd think he was a angel with his looks and pride he was not, he was in fact a demon. Demons are cold blooded killers, but this one was different. He had a kindness and compassion about him that the other demons couldn't understand, although being a demon they could never truly know if he had lied to them. 

Following up on the kindness in him could lead to a punishment no human could withstand, most demons died from this punishment, and got sent to a place no good deed can undo. 

"What is the 4th rule?" Derek Yelled throwing the whip to the ground, causing the noise to echo through out the room. 

Derek was a demon of higher position, he had the right to punish or torture those who break the rules of hell, he didn't have full control on the human souls, just the demons themselves. Derek was a tall muscly guy, who you'd avoid if you ever got in his path. He let out this dark aura that would cause even the most vibrant of flowers to shrivel up. His black hair and emerald green eyes was his most noticeable feature, and would be the last thing people see before their lives are taken in a blink of an eye. 

"Us that kill do not interact with those who save," the boy replied, trying not to let the sound of pain fill his deepened voice. 

"That's right, and what did you do?" Derek asked, moving the whip to the young boys back. 

"I helped someone who saves," The boy replied, knowing he was about to get lashed. 

The young boy shrieked as the whip come in contact with his back, blood instantly oozing from the fresh gashes that would soon be another reminder of his failures. Derek continued throwing lashes at his back, many new cuts were formed and the horrid smell of blood filled the room. Derek wasn't quite done, there was one more thing to be completed and the torture would be over. 

Derek brought in the one guy who meant something to the young boy, Christopher. "Derek, what are you doing to me?" Christopher asked as one of Derek's followers brought him into the cold damp room. 

"Chris," the young boy mumbled. 

"Sam?" Chris said, confused and shocked at what had happened to his best friend. 

Christopher was 5 years older than Sam, but was the closest thing to a brother Sam had. 

"Sam, look up." Derek said sternly, Sam did as told and looked up to see Chris's bloody and bruised face. Chris had golden blonde hair, and the bluest of eyes. Chris was far from innocent, but he always pretended he enjoyed doing what he did when he hated it, he hated what he had become. 

"This is what happens when you disobey our sacred rules training or not!" Derek said, pulling out a knife. Derek moved the knife to Christopher's throat and pressed hard. 

"I'm sorry," was the last thing Sam said as Derek tore Christopher's throat in half with the knife, causing blood to pool out of the wound. Christopher's eyes widened as his soul slowly left his body, going to the place the demons dreaded; their own personal hell.

Sam stared at Derek as he ripped his best friend's throat open, Sam saw the satisfaction rise on Derek's face, causing an emotion Sam rarely felt, anger. It was disgusting how much satisfaction Derek would get from every kill he achieved, he had a wall with pictures of his victims final moments. 

Derek moved towards Sam, grabbing the left side of his face Derek pushed hard instantly breaking his jaw, "Clean this up then get out," Derek said, spitting in his face with every word he spoke. 

"Yes Derek," Sam said in a stern voice. 

Derek released Sam's tied hands and let him drop to the floor, Sam wouldn't dare move until he heard the loud metal door slam close as Derek left the room. 

Crawling over to Christopher's cold body Sam started by closing his eyes. Sam wouldn't have a great time dealing with the murder of his best friend. He started cleaning, cheering was happening outside as he cleaned, the cuts stinging as he moved or stretched his back in the wrong direction. When he was done, he zipped up Christopher's body in the body bag and moved it to the room where all demons led to rest, the crematorium. 

3 YEARS LATER

Sam wondered down the flame lit path, he had been requested by the greater demon himself, Lucifer. 

It wasn't unusual for Sam to be called upon. Sam broke rules, everyone did nobody was perfect, not even Lucifer's own creations. As Sam neared the devil's doors, he braced himself, standing still, he knocked exactly 6 times. The doors open automatically, and down the long room sat Lucifer and stood beside him was Derek. 

Sam walked down the crimson red carpet, which was once white. The blood of Lucifer's victims led on this carpet, if you focused long enough you could hear their souls screaming out for help. As Sam neared Lucifer, he stood in position. 

"What can I help you with today my king?" Sam asked bowing his head. 

"You've been called upon for a mission." Lucifer replied. 

"What mission?" Sam questioned. 

"You need to kill," Lucifer said, "Kill two angels." 

Sam eyes widened, "My king I couldn't do such a thing." 

"You must do this Sam, your mothers life depends on it." Lucifer said pointing at Derek to grab Sam's mother and hold a knife to her throat. 

"Okay," Sam mumbled, "I'll kill the angels." 

With that said Sam walked away, towards the gates where the human world led the demons to the angels. Sam's soul screamed at him not to, but his mother means everything to him. Sam was motivated to save his mum, he didn't want anything to happen, he couldn't lose her like he lost Christopher. 

Sam packed his knife, and grabbed his jacket. Walking over to Greg who guarded the gates of hell. "Where you off to kid?" Greg asked. 

"London," Sam replied. 

"Why London?" 

"I've got two angels to kill," 

With enough said the gates opened, a portal appeared and Sam looked right into it. With a step forward the portal sucked him in, the gates slammed shut behind him so no other demons would follow. Sam wasn't ready for this, he couldn't kill two angels, but it was that or his mum. His mum always came first, and that is how it will always be; or at least he thinks.