Deep within the caverns which dwells the beast, the beast not one single entity but a gathering of many. The beast whose name is that of the devil. Deep within the endless tunnels and caves, within the crevases who lead to the abyss. Within this crevas lies a structure made for one figure only, an important individual to the beast which dwells in the deep. A demon unlike the norm. A figure powered by the deceit of others. Upon this platform which hangs above the abyss which leads into the darkest hells stands a figure covered in crimson, blood dripping from his body without a seeming end. He stood at it's center, crosses filling up the platform around as well as pillars reaching towards the ceiling. Between the pillars hung demons and humans alike, half dead and put in place to feel the eternal pain, unable to flee because of the chains which keeps them in place. The crosses held each an angel for the central figure to play with, crucified like they should, he would still treat them without remorse, but with an added humor to his torture, after all, he used to be just like them, one could say that they were still his brothers and sisters. He orchestrated the symphony of torture with perfect order, a beauty unwittnessable and unobservable by the normal man and woman. Without a single movement in his fingers he carried out the torture through the use of his assistants and slaves all running around him, cursed human and blessed human alike, just running around him as if controlled by some unknown power, that unknown power would be him, his name is Zaziel, he was once an angel, but now he is all but that. Without a simple word from him, the only thing which would overwhelm the screams and yells of the demons below the platform, emerging from the abyss would be the screams of pain and anguish coming from these torture victims, these prisoners.
Suddenly a small girl, no older than twelve accompanied by a middle aged man, clearly a veteran of many battles came running with a massive carving tool slung to a chain which they dragged to the larger, four winged angel crucified to the largest most cross on the platform which hung only thanks to the massive, black chains strapping it to the unbreakable rock of the large cavern walls. Other slaves came running after the the ones dragging the abnormally large carving tool, each of them carried instruments which where indeed too large for the human slaves to handle, however they fit perfectly in the hands of the very tall and once proud angel. After this horde of slaves had run past, Zaziel took his first, heavy steps towards the mass of items standing before him. The humans eyes were tainted with the darkness of the void in the depths, numerous attempts made by the angels for the slaves to change their ways and only when the angels knew it was far too late did they stop their final act of good. The larger angel was unique when you compare her to the rest, clearly one of a kind, however nowhere near the status of the archangels or the Demon God which names the Beast beneath the earth. After four steps the orchestrator of this wonderful torture had arrived at his new instrument, it would most certain play him a wonderful tune of terror and anguish like the other angels did him.
''Zaziel.. You have truly fallen deeper than any other angel, you are a disgusting picture of an angel... Is there even any of what the Lord wished within your wretched spirit?'' The angel spoke, final words if you'd will, however Zaziel would indeed wish to draw it out, to hear the beauty of his terror. Whilst still remaining silent, Zaziel reached out his bloody hand and gently grabbed ahold on the angels cheek. ''It is not I who am wrong, I am my own, you all are simply slaves to the lord.'' His wretched, terrifying yet gentle and reassuring voice spoke it's decieving magics, discomfort could be found on the face of the angel which had now been imprinted with the bloody handprint of Zaziel, and the other angels around her were slowly swaying to the side of Zaziel, only the rallying of this imprinted angel could reassure the others not to fall to the side of darkness. ''Do not listen to his deceit, he knows not of our lord, for he has forgotten all which made him one of us..'' However reassuring to the other angels this rallying cry was, Zaziel had now smelled weakness within the spirit of the angel which he held his hand upon. ''I know of his words, wishing for his angels to stand back whilst humanity reigns on earth, wishing for angels to be secondary to humanity. The Beast gives you power to smite the wicked, I can grant you abilities the lord never wishes for your hands to be granted.'' Discomfort ridden the gentle face of the female angel which Zaziel had his hand upon, she didn't know what to say, his voice and tone seemed as if he was right, however all her life she had been taught the opposite, she'd experienced the opposite, yet this demons voice makes her question all of her lifes doings, and the other angels were no different, they all had the same face, a face of questioning. ''The Dark God is only dark because the Lord disagrees with the angels having power over humanity, we're cast aside only to serve those who are below us, we must take our place in this world. You all...'' Slowly, but surely the angels swayed to his words, Zaziel had most certainly spent his time collecting ever angel over an uncertain period of time, the angel which had been here the longest didn't recall the look of the surface anymore.
Zaziel walked back, leaving the bloody imprint of his hand upon the female angel with two couples of wings. When he had reached the center of the platform which was hooked in place above the maw of the abyss. ''You all will serve me.'' The angels' eyes were slowly conquered by the same darkness which filled the vision of his slaves running around, carrying the torture equipment. '' I will serve you, and the Dark God.'' Each angel spoke, one after another as they were slowly turned into dolls for Zaziel's purpose. Slowly, Zaziel turned towards the only angel which was still sane. ''Zyzael, why do you dislike my cause so..?'' He said as he motioned his head to meet the female angel with his bloody handprint on her cheek. ''You... Cannot corrupt those who seek only justice...'' Zaziel turned his entire body towards her and took one step closer. ''Maybe carving up the pure insides of your former ally Cystus will change your view on life..?'' Zaziel spoke, motioning the horde of tools and slaves to relocate to the cross which held Cystus, even though he was already corrupted by his deceit, he was still the emotional trigger which Zaziel believed would turn Zyzael to his side. ''Love can trigger the most brutal of responses... One of the reasons I abandoned my emotions in the Abyss.'' He continued, turning to observe the face which filled Zyzael as the words of Zaziel filled her ears.
''No.. Carve your claws into my flesh if you wish, but do not touch him.. He is to be uninvolved...'' Zyzael cried out, seemingly wanting to rip her hands and feet off as she reached out and tried to move forwards, the spikes keeping her in place, however. Her cries changed nothing in Zaziels eyes, as the massive carving tool was dragged into position, Zaziel turned around and grabbed a firm hold around it, lifting it up without a single strain. The carving tool would be impossible to carry as a human, however the massive holder fit perfectly in Zaziels claw like hands. ''You..'' After a long pause in Zyzaels voice she burst out, just as Zaziel stood towering over Cystus, Zyzaels lover and subordinate. ''.. Demon!'' With a simple forwards thrust Zaziel crushed the blade into the torso of the corrupted angel, ripping his body almost in half under the blade of the carving tool which had pierced through both the angel and the cross which he was put on. Cystus was corrupted, however his torture treatment had not been started, his scream filled the cavern and many roars from the demons below came in as a response. ''The holy tears of an angel... They are supposed to be priceless in the markets of the surface...'' Zaziel said as he left his grip around the carving tool and left it in place, allowing the angel to simply bleed out, unless Zyzael would change her mind. ''Join me and I will grant him life, defy me still and his blood will be added to my bowl, and you'll be put through the same experience once more.''
The female face of the angel Zyzael was filled with tears, however she couldn't let her lover die before her, it was a reasonless death, she couldn't help but scream out. ''Fine! I will do as you wish.. So please! Save him...'' Her wings fell flat, no longer proud and large, but contracted and put towards the ground. Zaziel burst into a demonic laughter, filling the cavern. ''Consider it done!'' He said as he turned towards Cystus and grabbing ahold of the carving tool, ripping it out and throwing it behind him, crushing and splitting the two who had dragged it here in the first place on it's trajectory. The blood which had spilled all around Cystus was slowly returning back into his body, the blood reconstructing the body as it slowly returned into Cystus, this was dark magic no doubt and Cystus screamed of negative energy as this occure, however not only his body screamed, but his mouth let out the foulest shreaks of pain Zyzael had ever heard. Soon the large hole in his body made by the carving tool was healed, leaving only a massive scar to prove that defiance leads to a painful and reasonless death.
Soon Zaziel turned around and faced the only still sane angel on the platform, her face dripped of tears, however the blood imprint made by Zaziel still remained. ''Now, bow to me.'' Zaziel spoke and the blood imprint on Zyzaels sheek slowly liquified and entered Zyzael through the tear canals, causing her to shreak of pain, not as foul as that of Cystus, however her female voice gave it a slight elegance and a beautiful tone only Zaziel could understand to it's entirety. Within minutes her eyes started to be corrupted the same way as the other angels, the white was slowly being replaced by the darkness which centered around the iris. ''Welcome, slaves, to your home.'' Zaziel spoke with a grim laugh as he turned to the angels on the crosses, these... Items, would become Zaziels guard, these tainted and tortured angels who no longer comprehended the world would become his bodyguards, he'd handpicked them for their battle prowess and they would now serve him blindly, he'd only have to remove their comprehension of emotions and trick their ability to feel pain.
''Now, tools, bring out the instruments I'll need for this recreation!'' He spoke, and the human slaves quickly rushed away with the current torture tools only to be replaced by new ones, two new slaves replaced the now dead pair so that they could drag away the massive cleaver. ''Afterall, I must prepare the hordes of the Beast for the round table!'' An even grimmer laughter filled the caverns of the Kingdom of Lucifer as the calm before the storm, screams of pain would soon fill the caverns once more.