"Wake up." She said in a sing song voice. "Wake up sunshine and smell the deep and refreshing smell of hell." She said and she laughed as she banged onto the table rapidly with her hands. Seth opened his eyes to see who his torturer was, and he was filled with relief. Emelia, his lovely old niece was here to save him. He knew the day would come that she would come and save him. She was always the person that he could count on most. Seth has been hanging upside down from his feet for weeks now, and his feet were swollen and it felt like it needed to be amputated. The strong smell of charcoal, sulphur and smoke entered his lungs, and he wondered why Emelia didn't come in her natural form like the other did. She came to torture him in her normal human form, with her long hair loose and her clothes as dark as the night.
He could hear the terrified screams of the others in the cells around him, who were being tortured for whatever reason. This was a special corner in hell, where demons who did something unspeakable got tortured. He used to joke about it and call it torture tower, but he did not joke about it now that it was him hanging in torture tower. He has been tortured by many that came and then went when they got bored, but he has never been tortured by someone that he actually lived with on earth. Seth knew better than that, Emelia wouldn't hurt him because she loved him like he was her own father, and he was sure that she wouldn't be happy that her father Niko was back and that he put Seth in Torture Tower.
"Emelia, it's so good to see you my darling." Seth said and she smiled at him.
"Oh the pleasure is all mine Uncle Seth." She said and she walked up to him and looked up at him in disgust. She saw his face and pursed her lips together. "Shame, that must hurt. I know, let me cut you loose." She said and his eyes widened and she pulled out an old knife and flashed him a smile.
"No don't." he started but she softly sang a song as she cut the rope and Seth fell down onto the hot metal floor that was heated up just underneath him. He screamed as the metal started to burn into his skin, and he could feel it dig in so far that it started to touch his bones and intestines. He screamed even louder.
"Oops, my bad." She said and she grabbed him by the ponytail, and dragged him off from the hot metal floor and onto the cool concrete flooring of the safe grounds. He calmed down and he took deep breaths. She turned him around and climbed on top of him. "I sincerely didn't think that it was that hot. Now open your eyes big and wide for your little darling."
"What are you doing? Why are you doing this?" he asked and she took out an old lead sprinkler while she opened his one eye nice and wide. He couldn't move, because those who were tortured in the Torture Tower were bound by a spell so they could not move or escape.
"Oh silly dilly, I'm just having a little fun. Playing with peoples lives and stuff. You know what that's like right?" she said with a playful tone and she took the lead sprinkler and started to pour the hot content into his one eye. He screamed as the pain was agonizing. It burnt so bad. She then started to pour it into his other eye, making him completely blind and unable to see what she was going to do next. "You like this, don't you? Yes, I went back to the old days, and mixed up some molten lead and tar and boiling oil – angelic oil. I heard that it hurts like hell, but how would I know, I'm in hell." She said and she laughed.
"But how? I heard that you died inside of Shadow City. You're supposed to be dead." He said and she made a mhm sound as she got off of him.
"Yeah see that's not how I work sweetie. I don't just die. I don't know how exactly, but I woke up and came back to hell and it has been a blast. I was a heckler at first, laughing at those naughty little souls, and then I got offered the opportunity to have a family reunion. I was so grateful and excited to see my good ol' Uncle again. I just couldn't pass on this opportunity." She said, her voice filled with excitement.
"But why are you torturing me? You should be out there, taking our family name back from that bitch Christina." Seth spat out and Emelia took out her tongue tearer. It looked like an oversized pair of scissors with a screw attached at its end to tighten it, which was used in the olden days to easily rip out a victims' tongue. She didn't even bother with putting in the mouth opener first. She grabbed Seth's jaw down harshly with her one hand, feeling all the anger lash out towards him, and she pushed the iron tongue tearer uncomfortably into his mouth to twitch his tongue with its rough grippers.
"Do you still want a tongue Seth? Because I could always cut it out for you." She said and he kept quiet. "Well you did deceive me, and you called Christina – who saved me by the way – a bitch. I don't think you deserve a tongue, but let's have the jury decide on that one. In the meanwhile, we'll just let that hang." She said and she stuck a piece of tweezers into his nose to hold the tongue tearer up.
"I'm sorry." Seth mumbled through the blood and saliva and the thick iron scissors that was in his mouth. Emelia rolled her eyes, and hammered the wooden pole and when she was finished she picked up the large wooden wheel and placed it next to Seth. She wasn't just here to torture, she was here for revenge and pleasure.
"Now there, let's get you onto this wheel." Emelia said and she lifted up Seth's body and placed it up onto the wheel. She started tying his limbs to the spokes of the large wooden wheel, and when she was done she clapped her hands onto each other and lifted his whole body with the wheel and shifted it onto the pole, and she started to turn it. "I like this place. Because no matter how much I torture you, you can't die. I come back tomorrow, and you're here and alive, and then the next day and the day after that." She said happily and she picked up a large iron hammer as the wheel turned.
Emelia started to smash the iron hammer onto Seth limbs, and even other places, breaking all of his bones in her war path. In the olden days, the bodies would be left onto the tall pole so that birds or other animals would come and feed on their victim's flesh while they were still alive. Emelia smashed and smashed but stopped as she smashed his foot, and she let out a deep scream of vengeance at him, and Seth cried sweaty and drooling tears. Emelia's breathing heaved and she threw the hammer down onto the ground as she took a seat onto the chair to take a break.
"Do you still know what you are doing Seth? Do you still think you're so pretty? Do you still think you're so proud?" Emelia asked him and she stood up and unclipped the scissors off of his tongue. She looked down at him and his beaten and tortured pathetic body and she smiled. "I don't think so."
"Please." Seth said and he cried and she heckled at him.
"Oh my what am I doing? Maybe . . . maybe I should do the right thing here and let you go." Emelia said with sympathy in her voice, and Seth just begged her. "But then again you raised me better than to let my enemies go. You really underestimated who you were dealing with Seth. Did you really think I'd just forgive you for what you did? I'm better at revenge than forgiveness." She said and she stuck the tongue tearer into his mouth and she fastened the screw at the end to press the sharp edges of the razor nice and easy into his tongue. He screamed a foggy scream, and Emelia pulled out his tongue, and his whole mouth filled with thick oozing blood.
Emelia pulled her mouth in disgust at the dirty tongue at the end of the tongue tearer. She went over to the hot metal, unscrewed the tongue and allowed it to fall in between the gaps of the metal. She smiled pleasingly, and she threw her torturing mechanism onto a table filled with fun tools and toys for her to play with. She spun the wheel again and she headed towards the door.
"Don't have too much fun now. Tomorrow I have nice toys to play with. Oh by the way, have you ever been anally raped?" she asked him and he cried a terrified scream.
"You bitch!" he gurgled. She tilted her head to the side, totally not taking offense.
"I'd take that as a no. Goody then. Now, go lay in your corner and think about what you did. I'll see you tomorrow silly dilly." She said, and with one last wicked smile, Emelia closed the door on Seth who would indeed get his everlasting torture, and Emelia her death wish.
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Nephilims Death
Fantasy'The problem with this place was that there was no resurrection in Shadow City, nor were there heroes, but only ghosts that wandered and wondered, but when wonder turned into insanity, that was when the predators were born. ' With Christina dead, Wi...
