1x1 Angel and Demon War

[WolfOfProphecys]

Ash nodded to Dez silently, "The tube...just hurt my throat. I'm fine" She said softly, watching him careful to see if he was in pain. Ash coughed again, letting out a shiver as she did so, then swallowed, flinching as the blood went down her throat. She breathed through her nose for a moment, before opening her eyes as the door opened. As soon as Ash saw the taser she had dragged Dez to the floor, laid on their stomachs

 

[Paintedsky]

Complying with Ash’s dragging, Dez got to his stomach, putting his hands over his head.


Moving forward from the door, the two humans came and dragged them back up, securing them before removing them from the holding facility. They continued down a corridor before, without a word, they split up, the woman taking Ash left, the man taking Dez to the right.


Silent, the woman escorted Ash down several flights of steps, the air becoming gradually cooler. Eventually they reached the bottom level, and the woman led Ash into a rather unpleasant, dank room. Stood beside a wooden slab, Simon was checking things over. He smiled with a sort of childish happiness when Ash was brought in. “Excellent, I was hoping I’d get you. Help me secure her, would you Jean?”


The woman, who was apparently called Jean, brought Ash forth to the wooden slab and then pushed her down upon it. She then secured ropes to her ankles, whilst Simon did the same for her wrists, all the while humming ‘ding dong the witch is dead’ to himself.

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Ash didn't struggle, knowing it wouldn't help, but shot Dez a slightly panicked look as they were split, but her face quickly became emotionless, her cold eyes staring at the floor as she was lead down a set of stairs. Her feathers ruffled in the cool air to keep her warm as the air became colder, and she silently grinning, knowing these humans were likely colder than she was without feathers.


She glanced about the dark room warily, and glared at Simon as he smiled, her cold eyes earning a freezing feeling. She didn't fight as she was pushed onto the slab, wiggling her wrists slightly to see the boundaries

 

[Paintedsky]

“You look nice like this,” Simon said quietly, chewing on his bottom lip as he looked Ash over thoughtfully.


“Anything else, Simon?” Jean asked in a hard voice, raising an eyebrow at him.


“No no, this is all I need,” He answered her with a bright smile, giving Ash a patronising pat on the head. Muttering something under her breath, Jean turned and left the room, shutting the door behind her.


“We’re not with the demon now,” Simon said, his voice low, almost gentle. “He won’t know. You can tell me how to wipe them out. You hate their kind as much as I do, right? I just need to know their weakness.”


Meanwhile, several floors above, Dez was being stripped yet again. “You really like taking my clothes off, huh?” He commented to the human male as he yanked his shirt over his head, setting it aside. The human said nothing, although he smirked slightly, moving down to his lower clothing.


“You’ll get your clothes back when we’re done,” he said, removing the cloth.


Glancing over at his designated torture device, Dez raised an eyebrow. “Is this really necessary? I mean, you could hardly implement it onto a battlefield.”


“It’s the easiest method to test out the effects of splitting your kind in half,” the human answered, sniffing slightly, as if Dez’s doubt had somehow offended him.

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Ash shook her head, "I've told you my reasons. You'll only find a way to wipe out both species, and I won't let that happen" She hissed, then spat blood at his face, grinning as it hit him in the forehead and dripped between his eyes. She was slightly wary that she was the only other person in the room with Simon

 

[Paintedsky]

Shrugging, Simon returned her comment with a smile. “Thought I might as well try,” he said. When she spat at him he flinched, and then without hesitation he struck her across the face. “Bitch,” he hissed, glowering at her. Then the expression softened into a smile and he wandered over to a wheel positioned to the side of the wooden slab, all four ropes leading to it.


“Of course, you're not just here for that,” he mused, brushing his fingers across the handle of the wheel. “There are other things you can tell us. Tell me something useful about the war, with which we could weaken angels or demons, and I’ll let you out of here. You can help us with demon interrogation. I’d imagine you’d relish the chance to destroy a few demons entirely. We can start with your little cellmate. I’ve been told he’s excellent fun to play with.”


Back upstairs, Dez had been stripped as required, and the human led him over to the equipment. It was essentially the same as the standard gallows, except the noose was not to be tied around his neck, but rather his ankle, allowing him to be strung up and suspended upside down. Knelt down before him, the human secured the ropes around his ankles, tying double knots. Given his current lack of clothing and the position of the human, Dez couldn’t help smirking. “Aren’t you at least going to buy me a drink first?”

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Ash growled at him lowly, "I. SAID NO!" She yelled at him, teeth bared in a feral snarl, and she struggled against her bonds. Said bonds were tight, and only served to cut into her wrists, making them bleed. She didn't seem to care though as she calmed, face returning to its emotionless look, "I don't serve humans"

 

[Paintedsky]

“Rude,” Simon sniffed haughtily, twisting his nose in distaste for her manner. “Well, if you change your mind whilst I rip your limbs from your body, just give us a shout,” he said with a sigh, although the sly smile he wore suggested he was all too pleased with her response. He moved to stand between her and the wheel, his hand resting on the handle as he looked her over, his eyes far too eager. “It’s rather romantic isn’t it? This. You. Me. Alone.” He sighed again, in a manner that could be described in no way other than dreamy and then began turning the wheel, shortening the ropes that constricted her and thus stretching her limbs. “This is just the cherry on the cake.”


Meanwhile, Dez earned himself a short laugh from the human, who then stood, having successfully tied the rope around Dez’s ankles. He was supposed to then begin pulling in the ropes to shorten them, thus suspending Dez from the ceiling, but he lingered for a moment, considering. He was practically offering himself up on a silver platter.


Slowly enough not to seem desperate, Dez leaned in and kissed him.


It was hardly the first time he’d done this, and by now the gag reflex had vanished, his act flawless. The first time, he’d made himself physically sick afterwards. Every time he got captured, however, the opportunity for this had been the only one he ever had, whether he wanted it or not. He deepened the kiss, and the human responded accordingly, stepping backwards against the wooden frame of the gallows.

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Whilst dez was busy being the romantic, Ash was busy trying not to scream. The ropes pulled at her limbs, and she was just glad her wings weren't attached, or that her captor just hadn't thought of it. She let out a quiet grunt as one of her shoulders dislocated, and shut her eyes tightly, concentrating on breathing and making no noise

 

[Paintedsky]

"Oh come on, scream a little, for me," Simon pleaded with her, cranking up the wheel another couple notches. "Demon whore isn't around to hear you. Just little me," he said, smiling in the same unnerving, dreamy fashion as he leant against the wheel, watching her, pulling it tighter and tighter unconsciously, releasing a happy sigh. "You know, your wings look weird. Has something tried playing with them before me?" He asked, actually having the nerve to sound hurt by this prospect. "Jean said I wasn't supposed to touch yours, yet. That's supposed to come next." He pouted, scowling to himself, cranking the wheel round twice to vent his frustration, stretching her limbs nearly beyond breaking point.


Apparently playing the romantic, Dez held up his wrists, pausing mid-kiss to speak. "You know, if you want me to do this properly, you probably ought to try taking these off." He raised his eyebrows, the expression layered with implications. "Not to boast, but my species is rather talented with combining magic creatively in that area, if you catch my drift."


Rather disappointingly, the human male just laughed. "Nice try, but I couldn't even if I wanted to." Still shaking his head in amusement, the human pushed Dez away and went over to the pulley system. "Only Simon can do that, and he's busy with your girlfriend."

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Ash's eyes widened as she realised that, after this, they were going to do something to her feathered wings. She was clenching her teeth now in pain and, as he again turned the wheel to vent, she finally tilted her head back and let out a glass shattering scream, that likely spread through the facility. She sobbed as her dislocated shoulder was pulled, finally letting go of her pain. She hadn't done it in front of Dez because she didn't want him to know she was weaker than she looked, but now she let it go freely

 

[Paintedsky]

Yanked up by his ankles, Dez was rather inelegantly suspended mid air, dangling upside down. "Can't I just assure you that this is not my species weakness, and we move on from the whole sawing in half idea?" He suggested, trying to sound cool and off-hand, but creeping hints of genuine panic marred his voice. He'd been through all manner of things, but this was new. He'd underestimated how creative humans could get with their torture.


"Ha ha, no," the human male said flatly, securing the rope. The blood quickly rushed to Dez's head, and the room started looking very bright. "I'd recite the usual bullshit about telling us the angels' weakness and such but... you're not going to tell us. She's not going to tell us." He exhaled, picking up a saw from the table beside the gallows frame. "We're going to have to find out manually, and it's going to take ages," he whined in a groan, examining the blade of the saw, checking it was sharp enough. "Not that it's not fun, but every day until we find the needle in the haystack? You're going to take all the fun out of hurting someone." He then turned his head aside as he listened to the faint reverberations of the screaming from below. "Hear that? Sounds like Simon's... well, being Simon on your lady friend."


Down below, Simon pretty much giggled with delight in response to her scream, leaning against the wheel and clapping his hands together. "Oh, you did do it. I can't tell you how happy I am, thank you, thank you, thank you." He gave her a knowing, intimate sort of nod. "You know, you're my favourite one." Exhaling, he leant back against the wheel and turned it another round. "Let's try for a second, shall we? You know, I've never seen someone's limbs be literally torn from their body. That'll be fun, huh?" He did not relent, turning the wheel a full three times, despite how stiff the mechanism was becoming, straining to tear muscles, skin, and ligaments all in one go.

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Ash let out a scream that would likely deafen someone, and sobbed as multiple bones dislocated from each other. She shook in pain, looking at him in a pleading manner.


(Sorry for the short post. Food awaits)

 

[Paintedsky]

Stomach tightening as he heard the screams from below, Dez twisted around in his restraints, testing them to see if freedom was a possible option. Considering the saw in the human's hand, that seemed unlikely. "You left her alone with him?" Dez inquired, arching an eyebrow. "Was that really wise?"


"No," the human answered with a shrug. "But I think Jean's got some kind of grudge against that angel, don't ask me why. I think she's hoping Simon will finish her off for all of us."


Bringing forth a small step ladder, the human male clambered to stand atop it and then positioned the saw above Dez's groin, in between his legs. "We're going to have to get you to scream now, or Simon will be insufferable for the rest of the week."


"If I scream now, can we skip the torture?" Dez attempted without much hope, glancing up at the human stood above him.


"I'm afraid that's not how it works."


Catching Ash's gaze, below them Simon was smiling happily like a child on Christmas. "You look kind of cute like this," he mused, tilting his head sideways. Stepping forward, he reached towards her and his fingers brushed against her wings, his eyes wide with curiosity, his lips partially parted. "They're so soft..." he whispered. His fingers then closed around one of the feathers, and with little warning he yanked it free from the rest of her wing, pulling it out to examine and holding it up to the light, all the while his other hand absently turning the wheel.

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Ash made a hissing noise as he pulled out one of her feathers, and her eyes widened as he continued to twist the wheel. She felt something happen to her arm, and her world went black. She went as limp as one could when their body was being pulled by ropes


(Feel free to decide what made her black out xD )

 

[Paintedsky]

"Erugh," Simon muttered with a sigh. True, he was absolutely chuffed by the way in which her arm had literally torn in two, coming apart from her body at the shoulder, flesh fibres bristling and dripping and all, but still. She just had to pass out, didn't she? What fun could he have with her now? Sure, she was at her most vulnerable now, but he took no pleasure from doing things whilst she was unconscious. "Dull, dull, dull," he said sulkily, prodding at her body and separated arm, before stroking her wings again, watching them with curiosity.


Going over to the wall, he held down a buzzer and summoned Jean.


"She dead?" Jean asked, looking Ash over.


"Just unconscious," Simon said bitterly, shooting Ash a glare. "Help me carry her back, will you?"


"Fine."


Together the pair moved forth and untied her, and Jean picked up the removed arm with a look of distaste. "Great, now we'll have to get her a new pair of cuffs. You couldn't have just taken her leg off, could you?"


"The facilities with which I was provided hardly gave me a choice," Simon snapped back, turning his glower in her direction.


Jean taking Ash by the ankles, Simon gripping her under the chest and holding her under her armpit, they returned to the quarantine holding area, Jean holding down the button to open it before they dragged her in, spots of blood dripping across the stark white floor.

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Halfway back Ash awoke from the pain to find herself missing an arm. She screeched at the two in pain and panic, and kicked out, trying to get free. Her usually cold eyes were wide and pained and, once she was placed in the Quarantine holding cell, she curled up, her wounded side on the top and bleeding heavily. She knew there was something in that arm, an artery perhaps? But then she was too out of it from bloodloss to think, and closed her eyes

 

[Paintedsky]

~Time warp: The next day~

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Waking up in this much pain was really an unpleasant feeling. As consciousness tried to claw its way back to him, Dez tried valiantly to pull sleep back, to hold onto the numb bliss sleep bestowed upon a person. He wasn't so lucky though.


He awoke slowly, then all at once, sitting up lightning fast as the sensation of falling, of being hung from that damn equipment, crashed into him like a speeding train. Sitting up, jolts of pain crippled through his torso, stretching down through his groin and sparking up his legs. It was a bizarre combination of uncomfortable numbness and not being numb enough, the pain sharp and the numbness disorientating and somehow painful in itself.


Blinking, his vision swimming with white spots from the sudden sensory overload, he looked down at himself. It took him a moment to remember what had happened, and once he did he leaned over on the stone bench that was familiar from yesterday, and proceeded to vomit onto the floor beside him.

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Ash was asleep until then, and she awoke slowly to the sound of someone vomiting. Opening her eyes, she turned onto her good side, and looked at Dez, "T-The hell h-happened to y-you?" She asked quietly, slowly sitting and hissing as her arms and legs exploded in pain. Her bad arm, which had been torn off, was slowly regrowing, and was now grown to the wrist. However, her legs and other arm were slowly healing from dislocation and, as she thought about this, her arm unexpectedly popped back into its socket, making her howl in pain. She didn't bother trying to stand, and awaited the moment her knees also snapped back into place. When they did, they did so simultaneously and Ash screamed, ending in small whimpered

 

[Paintedsky]

"Fuck," Dez whispered, looking her over, spotting the odd angles of her limbs and her still regrowing arm, more than familiar with the after effects of severed limbs. It brought about yet another wave of nausea as the pain triggered memories of pain, and in the moment they all blurred into one, and he leaned back down as quickly as he had sat up and regurgitated stomach acid, having not eaten in two days.


Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he propped his body up against the wall, turning on the bench to lean against it. He swore continuously for a good minute, lifting up the hem of his returned shirt to examine the damage. From his groin to just beyond the base of his ribcage his body was partially split in half, still stitching itself together. The bones were rejoined by now, strung together by thin growths, and the starting layers of muscle had be put down, but the rest had yet to follow. The worst part was the smell, the sick, salty, heady scent of blood disgustingly rich and potent.


Dropping the shirt, unable to look at the wound without vomiting again, Dez looked Ash over. There was nothing he could do for her pain, nothing either of them could do. Healing, he found, was always far worse than the torture itself. At least that tended to be quicker, dictated by the perpetrator's patience. Healing was slow and drawn out, the most talented torturer he'd ever experienced. "Can't believe they left you with fucking Simon on your own," he muttered through his teeth, oddly angry about this fact, about everything.

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Ash looked over at him, and shrugged, but immediately regretted that certain movement as she hissed in pain. It felt like fire, not only thundering across her shoulders, but down her back and her legs as well. Restraining her movement she looked over at him, watching as he pulled up his shirt and gulped, "G-God" She mumbled, fear in her eyes.


"I-I was f-fine with S-Simon. Y-You weren't....." She muttered, suddenly remembering Simon saying something about her wings and instantly tears welled up in her eyes

 

[Paintedsky]

"I survived," Dez said, learning from her mistakes and resisting the impulse to shrug, instead just repositioned himself in his seat, trying not to focus on the giant gaping hole look he was currently rocking on his middle. It generally didn't hurt too much, most of the nerves having been severed, but as they began to repair he was hit by wave after wave of his body realising what the hell had happened to it, and chemically attacking him for it.


Focusing on her, because it was easier than paying attention to his wound, he noted the tears in her eyes and his brow creased. She'd screamed and thrashed about - understandably - but he'd never seen her close to tears. "What is it?" He asked, trying to deduce the answer by looking at her. Whilst it would be reasonable for the cause to be her injury, he didn't believe that was the cause.

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Ash shook her head, her head hung low, "H-He t-told m-me t-that h-h-he'd do something t-to my w-w-w-wings!" She sobbed, feathers fluffed in panic. For an angel losing their wings was like loosing their head was to a human, but without the death.They'd take ages, far longer than her arm, to grow back, and all that time she'd likely be depressed, staying quiet. She'd also be weaker as, without her wings she lost body heat and would already be in pain

 

[Paintedsky]

Even Dez understood the severity of such an act, and his contact with angels had been limited at best. He remained silent for a moment, processing the information, before he forced himself to stand. The act was rather humiliating in how it took him a good minute to grimace his way through the pain, and then he carefully sidestepped his own vomit to sit beside her, resting a hand on her back, his touch cautious not to irritate her wounds, but lamely attempting to be comforting. "Shit, I- I'm sorry," he said, not knowing what else he could do. "Maybe we could... I don't know. Change his mind? Convince him not to?" Each suggestion sounded even more ridiculous aloud than it did in his head, and the urge to swear returned, not exactly helped when there was the quiet snapping noise of his rib flexing outwards, returning to its appropriate position.


Pressing his palms to his face, he leant forwards, grimacing through the pain and he tried to think logically for a minute. Ingenious plans had never really been his thing though, spur of the moment and all. "Did you... did you get anything out of Simon?" He asked eventually, when his mind came up with nothing. "Anything that could help us get the hell out of here?"

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Ash shook her head, "I-Its fine....H-He won't c-change his m-mind" She sniffled, her cuffed wings pressed against the wall that she leant on. She looked at him, "M-Maybe they'll g-go easy o-on you....." She said softly, watching him with her broken eyes. She winced at the snapping noise, but shook her head as she spoke, "N-No...." She mumbled