1x1 Angel and Demon War

[Paintedsky]

Noting Ash's expression, Simon grinned. "Hey, don't knock the method girlie. It was invented in the Spanish-American war, after all, for those history buffs present in the audience - very nasty. It might not seem like it, but water cure torture can lead to," he cleared his throat, and then reeled off the symptoms, "muscle weakness, nausea, cramping, and vomiting. Long term symptoms include: brain swelling, seizures, comas, and in humans, eventually death. We've just never tried it on angels before because we never got the chance. Today is your lucky day."


"Their weakness isn't water," Dez drawled from where he lay, eyeing the lead sprinkler with a raised brow. Great. It just had to be molten liquids being dripped on his body. As if the sense of de ja vu wasn't enough already. He bit down on his tongue as the attending human stripped off his clothes, ripping them around the restraints, and he kept his eyes averted from the angel as he was peeled naked. Sure, he was pretty sure by the end of this they'd have witnessed one another in far more degrading scenarios than merely being caught in the nude, but still. He had to try and retain some false sense of dignity.


The woman began loading the water into the funnel, pouring it rapidly and without mercy. Once all three jugs were empty, she returned to the supply table and brought them back refilled. She did not slow as she began once again funnelling the water straight into Ash's system, not looking at her face once. Beside Ash, the male human was finally satisfied with the temperature of his device and he brought it over Dez's body, spattering the scalding metal drops across his torso, down across more sensitive areas and over his legs. A small smile crossed his expression, and he glanced briefly at Dez. "Your face next," he said quietly, almost lovingly, like a kind promise.

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Ash frowned at him as he listed the problems, and rolled her eyes as if to say Good God he thinks waters going to stop me. She didn't look at Dez as he was stripped, seeing as she herself was half naked.


Once the three jugs were empty Ash was already in pain in her stomach, which was filled with water, and having trouble breathing. Her eyes widened slightly as the woman began to pour even more water into her system. The angel didn't make a noise as this happened, only gagged slightly as if needing to throw up, but then settled again, closing her eyes as more water was poured, glad she could breath through her nose

 

[Paintedsky]

"This is fun," Dez said tightly, not really sure who he was talking to, using speech as a distraction. The searing metal hurt alright, no doubt about that, but a miraculously high pain threshold stopped Dez from screaming out. He didn't like screaming during torture. Some people said it helped them cope, but he'd always found it humiliating rather than liberating.


Discussing the pros and cons of screaming was one way to keep his focus off of his buzzing nervous system, but he couldn't stop himself from jerking when his body contorted as the metal hit his more vulnerable areas, the pain increasing tenfold. "And you two aren't any," Simon said with a sigh. Shaking his head, he clicked on the toothpick and sighed. "Guess we're just going to have to start taking off limbs."


"Simon," the woman said tightly, looking at him. "We try one at a time. Otherwise we won't know what our result is."


"Yeah yeah, I know," Simon muttered, lowering toothpick. He wandered over to stand beside Ash, observing how the water had deformed her body already with mild interest. "Hmm. I wonder if you can burst her this way?" He took a hold of one of the jugs, ignoring the woman's stern glare, and then emptied the jug through the funnel. "Well then, go get some more," he said in a patronising tone, shaking his head at her incompetence.

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Ash seemed to be working on breaking the tube with her teeth, which were oddly sharpened. She glared at him, hardly reacting as he tipped yet another jug of water down the funnel. Sure she was in pain, but years if abuse and torture from demons left her strong and determined, and her gaze hardened, freezing like ice. She grinned around the tube as she managed to burst it, and water flowed from her lips freely

 

[Paintedsky]

Looking rather disappointed, Simon drew the jug back, looking down at her face. He then emptied the contents of the jug onto it. "You bitch," he hissed at her. In a moment of anger, he brought the glass jug down upon her face, shattering it across her features.


"Fuck," Dez whispered, looking over at the angel, his skin feeling cold as he watched the jug splinter in contact with her.


"Simon, I told you not to interfere," the woman reprimanded Simon sternly, her tone sharp.


"I told you not to interfere," Simon mimicked in a babyish voice, pulling a face. "It wasn't doing anything. Failed experiment." His eyes widened in delight at the potential for a new opportunity. "Oh, let's do something fun next. I've always wanted to disembowel someone."


"No," the woman said sharply. "They need to heal before the next session, or the test results will be inconclusive. We need one method that kills them on its own, efficiently."


"This isn't working all that well either," the other human male mused as he spattered molten metal onto Dez's cheeks, watching the effects with his head tilted to the side.


"We'll untie the both of them, and move them to quarantine," the woman said, checking her watch. "An hour ought to give them sufficient time to heal. Agreed?" The human male nodded his head.


"But-" Simon began to protest.


"But nothing. This is how we've been instructed to do it, this is how we'll do it. Now Simon, help me with the girl."

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Ash flinched as the jug came into contact with her head, the glass shattering and cutting into her skin like it was made of paper. Blood ran down her face, especially in the place the jug had came in contact with, where there was a large gash. She blinked, dazed, and started to cough, trying to dislodge the, now broken, tube from her throat. She didn't seem to hear anyone, too busy trying to get rid of the offending object by coughing harshly. She knew that she was likely going to throw up soon enough because of the water, but currently the tube was more important, as blood ran into her right eye and blurred everything a red colour

 

[Paintedsky]

Moving efficiently, the woman removed the broken fragments of the tube from Ash's throat, and then sprayed a foul-smelling chemical over the angel's face. "The hell is that?" Simon demanded, eyeing the vaporiser.


"A healing agent. It should seal the wound for now. The faster they heal, the faster we can work with them again," the woman explained, all whilst removing Ash's restraints and securing her again.


Beside them, the man repeated this action with Dez. He threw some loose fitting white clothes at him, and then dressed him himself, his actions rough and swift. "Well isn't this romantic?" Dez said quietly, wincing as he stood, the heat having burned through some of his skin through to his muscle. Still, it was manageable.


Fresh from their introduction to torture sessions, the two prisoners were briskly escorted to a room not far off. This one was similar to that of the cell of an asylum patient, all surfaces white and padded. They were thrown in together, and then without a word the two attending humans shut the door and bolted them in, leaving them to heal.

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Ash blinked and made a face as the stuff was sprayed on her face, but felt it working. She was glad to have her throat free, and coughed, blood flecking the womans face from Ash's throat. The angel grinned, and was given a vest to wear on her top half, which she pulled on, before she was restrained.


She looked over at Dez and nodded slightly as they were lead to a room. As they were thrown in Ash landed on her sensitive stomach, and proceeded to throw up water

 

[Paintedsky]

"Charming," Dez said, his voice hollow as he watched her expel water orally onto the floor. Exhaling slowly, he leant against the wall and slid down it, falling to the floor. "Fuck, how did we get so lucky as to be involved in this much crazy shit?" He asked, more of the universe than of her.


Resting his forehead on his knees, he breathed in and out steadily for a moment before glancing back at her. "Are you alright?" He asked, because it seemed the thing to do. Of course she wasn't alright; neither of them were, they'd both just been tortured for pity's sake. Perhaps he only asked to break the silence. Perhaps just to try show some kind of care or sentimentality. He didn't know. He just had to ask.

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Ash simply continued for around 5 minutes, before spitting, wiping her mouth a shimmying away from the water, shivering slightly. She rubbed her fingers on her belly, trying to get rid of the cramps as she looked at him, "Don't know. Don't care" She muttered, wishing she could flex her wings. A sudden thought came over her, and she began to worry that they would cut them off.


She looked over at him and nodded, "Are you?" She said quietly, coughing into her hand, which came away flecked with red. The water she had expelled was also tinted red from her tortured throat

 

[Paintedsky]

"Just dandy thanks," he said with false cheeriness, flashing her a smile that held a dark humour in it. Absently, he watched her, her after effects far worse than his. He just felt raw and sore, but it was nothing that wouldn't heal quickly.


Remembering her past comments, and how she hadn't even screamed when a pipe had been shoved down her throat and a jug smashed across her face, he looked at her with renewed curiosity. "What happened to you?" He asked softly, thinking again of her arms, and the tattered state of her wings. "If you don't mind me asking. Just, most angels I've met aren't really that experienced with torture. You seemed something of an old hand at it."

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Ash sighed, "After my mother died my father....wasn't the best father....I suppose I grew up with it" She said softly, her voice raw and red flecks hitting her lip. "then, when he was killed, I joined the angelic army, and was sent on spy missions. Thats how I found out about a demons weakness. However I was....caught....a few times." She muttered quietly.

 

[Paintedsky]

Tipping his head back against the padded wall, Dez smiled wider, something slightly broken about the expression. "Ah, the age old tale of the asshole father. I got off lucky, mine never touched me." He looked over at Ash, his eyes briefly returning to her wings before he gave her a small smile. "I'm sorry you had to deal with that kind of shit. And I know well enough that demon torture ain't pretty, no matter how proud our dear Simon is of his human contraptions." Stretching himself out, feeling as his muscles slowly started to repair themselves, making him sluggish, he settled into his seat. "Want to talk about it? Not like we've got much else to do right now, and hell, we may both be dead in a few days. Anything you want to get off your chest, be my guest."

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Ash shook her head, "I'm fine." She said quietly, "Though Simon? He seems a little......bonkers" She said quietly, looking toward the door with a anxious look on her face. her feathers ruffled beneath her bonds in pure agitation, and she shivered as she coughed harshly again


(Would post more but have to sleep....)

 

[Paintedsky]

"Just a little," Dez agreed with a smirk, exhaling slowly as his skin started to mend, the droplets of now solidified metal dropping from his body to the floor. "Guess our little war is affecting everyone else too..." he trailed off in thought, before he was distracted by her rough coughing, concern crossing his features. "You don't sound too hot," he noted, and then a slow smile spread across his face. "Say... want me to ask them to bring you some, oh, I don't know, water?" What could he say? Bad jokes were really all he had left by now.

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Ash full on flinched at the idea if water, leaning her head back against the wall as she gagged slightly. Meanwhile she made a rude gesture toward him, before turning and, unable to hold it in anymore, threw up more water. Her heaving looked painful, the water mixed with her blood

 

[Paintedsky]

Snickering at seeing an angel give him such an obscene gesture, Dez sat himself up from his seat and went over to sit himself beside her. "Sorry, that was uncalled for," he apologised. Not really sure as to what else he could do, he just patted her on the back, firmly but carefully, to help her get the water back up, and stayed with her until she was done, holding her hair back for her, away from her face and the stream of blood-tinted water. One thing he knew about this sort of thing, despite never having a pipe shoved down his throat and water pumped into him afterwards, was the worst part was being left alone to deal with the consequences after. Few things made you feel more isolated than shaking in your own mess and pain without anyone there to even see you. " 'fraid I'm useless with healing magic," he confessed quietly. Last time he'd tried healing someone they'd started bleeding out of their orifices, so he decided against it this time.

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Ash flinched as he patted her on the back, and sure enough, expelled more water weakly. Once she was done she groaned, and shook herself, before leaning back against the wall, " 's fine" She mumbled, her voice even more raspier than earlier. Her throat and stomach hurt, and she was panting like a dog that had ran for 10 miles. "Wonder what his next idea'll be..." She muttered, opening one eye and looking at him. Her eyes were no longer cold, just pained and lonely

 

[Paintedsky]

"Something fun no doubt," Dez said with a sigh, moving to sit beside her against the wall, slumping back against the padded material. He hung his arms over his knees and didn't say anything for a moment, listening to her ragged breathing, meeting her one-eyed gaze. He started getting a painful twisting feeling in his stomach, the stupid urge to help was he knew full well that he was useless. "It'll be alright," he found himself saying, despite knowing that was a lie. He hated himself for it immediately. What was the point in lying to her, or to himself? He knew what happened in this situations, and the ending was never 'alright'.


Exhaling, he glared at his hands for a moment before his face relaxed. "Or at least... it might be, if we find a way out of here," he mused, speaking quietly. He didn't know if 'they' could listen in on their conversations on here, so he spoke softly and moved one hand to cover his mouth, to prevent any chance of lip-reading.

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Ash nodded slightly, "I suppose. Maybe he'll use the 'toothpick' this time" She replied with a slightly gleeful smile. She looked at him, wincing at the clear marks of his own torture over his body. She nodded, "It will be......eventually" She told him softly and she believed it to be true. Either they'd die and go somewhere better than this war zone, or they'd escape and be free again. Either way they wouldn't, couldn't stay in this hell hole forever.


"We'll find a way" She said softly, copying his movements and placed one hand over her mouth and made a movement as if she was coughing as she talked. This way they wouldn't get suspicious if they could see them

 

[Paintedsky]

Fidgeting slightly under her gaze, and the way it clearly perceived his own little permanent gifts from life, Dez looked elsewhere and pulled his knees up tighter. "Our main problem is these cuffs," he said, pretending to scratch at his forehead and nose to keep his mouth obscured. "Without them, humans wouldn't stand a chance if we could use magic." Exhaling, he bowed his head, resting it against his knees so again, his face was obscured. "Only way we're going to find out how to get rid of them is from the humans though." He grinned into his knees, glancing sideways at her. "Feel up to a little bit of interrogation?"

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Ash looked at him and nodded, again pretending to cough, "Whats your plan?" She asked, planning on following his lead. If he knew what he was doing then Ash wouldn't interfere unless needed, but for appearance's sake, and so they didn't get suspicious, she'd have to add a element of insult to their questions. She smiled as she remembered how angry Simon had gotten when she last made fun of him, and she chuckled slightly, "He does get riled up quickly." She told him, knowing they could use that to their advantage

 

[Paintedsky]

Laughing, Dez leant back and nodded his head. "Yeah, you certainly seem to have a way of getting to him," he noted, a wry smile on his face. Pressing his hands to his temples, covering the bridge of his nose and his mouth, he said, "You try with Simon, I'll see what I can get from the other two. If we can somehow separate them, we'll have a better chance, especially with Simon. Without his keepers, I imagine it won't be hard to steer his runaway mouth to whatever topic you like. His type are hardly secretive." Exhaling, he folded his arms over his knees and drummed his fingers on his shins. "I'm not sure. It may have to be more spontaneous than that."

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

"Just ask him loads of questions about his torture devices, then ask him how the cuffs work." Ash replied, pretending to cough as she talked, but then coughing for real. She shivered and shook herself, glad she hadn't thrown up again. She looked at him, then at her blood flecked hand, before wiping the blood off in her trousers

 

[Paintedsky]

“Sorted,” Dez said with a bemused smile. “Makes it sound so easy.” He then looked Ash over, frowning subconsciously at the blood streaks now marking her trousers. “You going to be alright for round two? You seem to have got the worst of Simon’s limitless kindness.” He stretched, and was lucky enough to find that he felt fully healed, with only a few red patches marking his skin from where he’d been burned.


Before she had the chance to answer, however, the door to the room slid open. “Down on your stomachs,” the woman barked as an order, standing in the doorway. She had a Taser in hand, and flanking her was the other human male. Simon was, for the moment, absent.