Hellbound

IX. The Spider and the Serpent.

        “Who sent you?” The demons voice was cold, however there was a hint of annoyed arrogance in his tone. Saluria, Harolus’ spy had been caught by two of his henchmen as they passed by several corpses in their master’s segment of torture. She was being held down by her shoulders, either pressing into pressure points with a claw that could scrape through flesh like tissue. Her blood was seeping onto the Obsidian floor of the demon’s chamber. It began to pool at her feet from the gentle stream that emerged from her shoulders.

 

        There was no answer to his question. The demon stared at the blind assassin, he did not know her name. However, there was something that told him she had sworn her allegiance to someone, and he couldn’t set his finger on who… Or at least so it seemed. Her aura displayed nothing but defiance towards him, and there was no weakness that had come from the blows that his henchmen had given her.

        “My dear, we can make this quite simple for everyone without pain,”The demon paused, a smile playing on his lips as he wandered towards his wall to the left of his fireplace. “However, perhaps I could make this rather enjoyable for myself until you give me the answers I want.”

        The assassin stared at him with her head lowered, the demon was facing away from her towards the wall where his weapons were in pristine alignment. Her eyes were a pure alabaster that appeared to pierce straight through his facade. She smirked and muttered, “You’ll never receive an answer from me, dearie.”

 

        His instincts flared, however he kept his cool. On the wall before him were a perfect pair of every blade imaginable. Most of them were enchanted, although some were steeped in poison for those petty humans who dared to betray him. The demon reached for two of his crescent-shaped daggers and within the blink of an eye, they had darted through the space between them and into her torso. Almost next to each other, they grazed her heart, locking it in place. Saluria couldn’t bring herself to make a single sound because she was shocked. Her torso began to blister in the places of where the daggers had nestled into her chest. Soon enough she was crying out and grunting through her teeth.

        He smirked as he watched her writhe in agony and keep the effort in a cool expression. She failed simply because of the fact that her facial features gave away what her eyes could not.

 

        “The daggers that I have thrown into your chest are enchanted by a witch who tried to kill me with them.” The demon wandered towards her, his shoes making a gentle clacking on the floor. She was hardly able to hold herself up from the way her body began to sway forward. The assassin would die from the daggers within minutes if he let it happen.  However, he demon had other plans for her.

        He would not let her die just yet.

 

        The demon bent and twisted the daggers in her chest as he pulled them out. The nameless assassin gasped and coughed out from the pain, spitting on the ground before his feet. One of the demon’s henchmen grasped her neck and forced her head to face their master. She gasped and groaned gently as the claws dug into her skin, again raking into her flesh as they extended. Hardly being able to muster a proper response, she smirked at him as she whispered,’’That tickled.’’

        The demon raised a brow and flashed her a ghost of a smirk before he snapped his fingers. He would tend to her himself.

        ‘’Have her strapped to the wall in my chambers then leave.’’ He spoke nonchalantly as he wiped the blade clean with an hand kerchief that he pulled from his pocket. The silken material stained with her blood almost instantly when he demon slipped the blades back into their originated places. He would have them cleansed later.