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Fun Time Torture With Henry And Zak

Henry walked into the small room with his sword in his sheathe and his dogs following behind closely. "Hey there dick head. You remember me? I'm the guy you cut in half over in Arcadia, after I tried to run away. Dick move by the way. Anyhow I've been assigned to torture you for information or something, but I don't wanna hear your stupid fucking accent honestly. So I'm just gonna do my thing. So I did a little research on humans a while back, interesting guys. Weak as fuck fleshbags for the most part, but they invented the most clever things. It's how monstrosities like Eos and the Machina were created." Henry's eyes glowed and a small fork/knife was formed in his hand. "Like this thing. They used it for eating while-"

Zak spat a fair sized wad of gooey spit at Henry mid sentence. Disdain lingered on his face, as he stared up with defiance in his eyes at his captor. "Yeah I remember ya. Yer the one with the ugly mug. Sorry I missd that day. Was aiming fer yer face. Might have made ya look a bit prettier. My fault."

Henry frowned as he tried to wipe the spit off his suit. "And they say Demons are evil. We're not the one interrupting sentences." His smile returned though as he turned the knife over in his hand, revealing the handle was a spoon. "Well no matter how ugly I am, you're going to look so much worse by the end of this." Henry grabbed Zak's hair, forcing his head backwards as he brought the spoon towards Zak's face. The angels defiant eyes never steered away from Henry's. "Don't blink, wouldn't want you missing the show." His smile intensified as he brought the spoon closer and closer to Zak's left eye, eventually digging in and scooping the eyeball out, slowly. When the eyeball came out Henry let it drop to the ground and roll towards his dogs. "Don't worry, I'll let you keep the other eye. I want you to watch as I feed you to my hounds." Cero had already eaten the eye and was waiting for more.

Anguish filled cries resounded through the chamber as Zak felt the spoon dig into his flesh. He flexed tightly against his bonds but to no avail. Blood spewwed forth like a stream from the insides of his hollow socket as his eyeball was removed. The screams lasted for several moments, echoing out until they faded into feeble moans. The angels head hung over his lap, breating heavily. Finally, his body shaking with pain and fury, Zak looked up, and with his only remaining eye, stared at Henry, just as defiant as ever. "Is that....the best...ya got?" he sputtered between pained breaths.

"Of course not. We have so much left to cover, what kind of Demon would I be if I didn't save the best for last?"

And so the process began, Henry using the knife to cut Zak's fingers off one by one, cauterizing the wounds with a very hot piece of metal he had brought with him. And it was slow. If Zak ever passed out Henry would slap him as hard as he could until he woke up, making sure he watched while Henry fed each one of his fingers to his dogs. 

With each finger removed, the chamber rattled with sickening screams. It sort of reminded Zak of a date he was once on. Except then he at least had a safe word. This time wasn't so 'pleasant' and neither was the one administering the 'fun times.' Still, whenever he had the breath and the composure, Zak returned his gaze, unrelenting and rebellious. "Is this...s-supposed ta be torture lad?...." He forced a pained filled chuckle. "I th-thought ya were...f-from hell..." Consciousness nearly faded away from Zak, but he held firm, knowing there would be no rest. "Guess....I was w-wrong...ya must be from th-that new happy verse....feh..."

Henry chuckled, that was a good one actually. "You're hillarious. Not for the jokes, but the fact that you're trying to 'stay tough' and 'be brave'. I don't care about breaking you mentally. But everytime I hear you scream in pain... God damn I feel so good." Henry moaned a little at the end of that sentence. "Now then, time for the hands. And so Henry moved onto the hands, cutting them off at the wrists and tossing them over his shoulder. 

Zak's voice began to grow hoarse as the primal screams that left him shredded his throat and lungs. He violently stomped the ground with bound feet as more and more of his flesh was removed. As the screaming faded once again and the angel struggled to breath propperly, he passed a glance with a glossy eye to the hell hounds before locking back on Henry. As the sensations of pain from his arms began to die down from the shock, he managed yet another pained grin. "Th-they say...smiling....is the b-best revenge...." He coughed heavily, searing pain stinging his throat with each word. He went on. "Ya should....r-really consider goin with dry food....I don't think I-I'm very good for those mutts...." Sweat ran down the angels bloodied body as he strained to resist the intense agony coursing through his body.

"Good for you. It's good to see an Angel considering revenge, brings you one step closer to being me one day." Henry tossed aside the knife and created an axe in his hand. "Thanks for stompin like that by the way, I almost forgot about your legs." Henry raised the axe above his head, looked Zak in the eye, and swung downward as hard as he could, chopping off Zak's right foot at the ankle. One cauterization later and the bleeding stopped. Onto the next foot, this time though Henry didn't quite swing hard enough. He had only cut about half way through, so the foot was kinda dangling. Henry snapped his fingers and Brutus rushed forwards, grabbing the foot with his teeth and pulling back, tearing the foot off with force. "Good boy."

Flesh, nerves, and bits of bone snapped away in a symphony of blood curdling rips and tears as Zak's leg was gnawed away by the snarling hound. Zak had run out of screams and could only manage whimpers and grunts. His gaze was clouded, tainted by the sight of his own blood. The strength to move was beyond him, but not the will. In spite of the blood he lost and he anguish he felt, the bloodied angel looked back to Henry. For a moment it sounded like the angel was weeping. However as it grew louder, Henry could hear instead feeble laughter. "Try harder lad!" Blood spewed from his mouth, staining his lips as his throat bled.

Henry started laughing as well, at first because he thought Zak was crying, but he started laughing even harder once he realized Zak was laughing. "I can't wait to find you next battle! Then we can do this all over again!" Henry finally drew his sword, holding it to Zak's neck and preparing to decapitate him. "Any last words?"

The laughter faded, and with the last bit of strength Zak could muster, he looked back up at Henry, spitting blood at his feet. "Too bad the mutts won't be able to join us....cheers..." A deep glowing light emenated from the mouthes of the hell hounds. Light as bright as the holy lights of heavens smiting fury. Flames spewed from each of the hounds, bleeding through cracks that formed across their bodies. The flames weren't just burning hot with rage, but with heaven's light. Zak's holy flame. Spewing through the room like a display of up close fireworks, the hell hounds exploded into chunks, painting the walls and zak with firey viscera. Zak began laughing again, as the fires spread to what was left of his body, eating away at his flesh quickly. "C'mon lad! Gotta be fast! I won't be here long!" The pain from the flames was agonizing, but only as long as it took to burn away his nerves.

Henry's laughing stopped immediately, his smile morphing into a look of horror as his dogs exploded in front of him. Zak kept laughing, setting himself on fire to spite Henry. He turned to Zak and cut his head off in one swift motion, punting the head into the wall and letting it splatter all over. He ran out the room to his room in the Nile, praying to something that his dogs respawned.

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