I will not die
I will wait here for you
I feel alive when your beside me
I will not die I will wait here for you
In my Time of Dying
-Three Days Grace
The Demon laughed madly as the lash of the whip split skin form bone. Its horned visage was splashed with blood from the flaying. In one of its other four arms it carried a hideously barbed mace which it struck the side of its victims head.
It brought the mace up to eye level and extended its tongue, upon its end a small and vicious mouth lined with rows of needle like teeth ravenously feasted upon the blood upon the weapon.
“So rarely do we get to feast upon the blood of life” It cackled . “Such a treat”
Logan raised his battered and torn face “Here is dessert asshole” He spat upon the demons face
The spittle hissed and evaporated in the heat of the inferno almost instantly
“Mortals and your defiance” The demon walked to Logan and brought the butt of the mace down hard upon Logan’s forehead, splitting skin and tissue revealing the metal coated skull beneath
Logan winced from the force of the blow and from the searing heat both the creature and the weapons it used emanated.
He chuckled regardless “Take these chains off” he rattled the serrated links of Otheriron that bound him “And ill show you the likes of which you have never seen bub”
The demon threw its head back and the Pitt was full of its mirth “Oh I like you Meat sack” It made a gesture with its hand and the chains grew taunt and began pulling in opposing directions “I will enjoy breaking you”
Logan felt the skin tear upon his shoulders and the agony as his ligaments strained “That’s the best you can do ?” he grunted out “Massage parlor in Chinatown I know does better”
The chains grew lax and Logan collapsed to the blackened rock beneath his feet. His breath was ragged and the unnatural healing of his body caused by the dark forces of this place and not his own mutant abilities was horrific
He knew though he could not let them see him break
“What no happy ending sweetheart?” He smiled
The demon roared and grabbed Logan about the neck casting its weapons aside, wanting to tear this insignificant insect asunder, and twice be dammed his Master’s orders .
Logan had never felt such heat, such fire as the clawed hands grasped his flesh . The claws sunk deeply in and for a moment Logan’s blood felt as molten rock
Fighting through the pain he followed up with is plan
As the Demon strained with all of its unholy might against bones that could not be broken, Logan wrapped a leg around one of the demon’s bifurcated knee and pulled with all of his strength
Caught off balance the demon fell forward not expecting the mortal to have any fight left in him after so much time and torture. It hit upon the ground and felt the hook like blades of the chain wrap about its throat.
With a savage twist the chains fell away along with the demon’s head
As the body began to dissolve away into a foul smelling tar the chains followed, no longer able to exist without the will of the one who summoned them.
Logan knew it was no victory however. The thing was not truly gone only banished to one of the lower circles of Perdition .
It would be back, just like all of the others that had come and tried to claim his still living soul.
Or they would be waiting for him as he made his descent further into the abyss.
They knew as well as he that the only way out was to pass through all of the nine spheres
To reach the Gates he must first descend further into Hell
To the very Throne itself
Smiling he unsheathed his claws
“Should be fun”
He ran, onward and onward into the landscape of smoke and fire and dust
The screams of the dammed echoed all around him
The weeping
The gnashing of teeth
The horrors of everywhere he turned his eyes threatened to overwhelm him
Hair as white as snow capped mountains
Eyes of a clear northern sky
Skin the color of cinnamon
He played the images over and over in his mind as he forced one foot ahead of the other over and over again
He ran for what he thought was forever, for what is time in a place where it means nothing, until he came before the First Gate at last and there a familiar face greeted him
“Hello Logan it has been soooooo long”
He had forgotten how much he hated the sound of that bitches voice
“Surprise surprise, fancy meeting you here Viper”
The woman that was known in her life as Madame Hydra sat casually upon a crude and rusted throne at the Gates of Lust “Who else did you expect?” she purred in a hollow voice “I am sure there are plenty of your other flames that He could have sent to stand at these Gates here but face it Logan” She slithered off the throne and stood seductively before him “I am by far the worst” She smiled revealing pointed teeth and her eyes flashed with an eerie green spark
“no argument here” Logan pushed past her toward the gate.
A supple body moved against his back and held him firm
Her touch was revolting “Now now husband where do you think you are going”
“The fuck away from you” Logan sneered
“But why? She licked him along the ear “We could have so much fun right here”
“Still have my stomach lady don’t make me puke”
She chuckled softly “This could be great for both of us Love so much potential you have and His Grace knows this”
Logan shook her off with force “Not interested”
She laughed without mirth “Do you know what you are doing Logan” She motioned to their surroundings “This is a carnival compared to where you are going, the spheres of Hell are just as they are named” She made her way back to the throne “Hell Logan, true fire and brimstone Hell, anything you think you have experience so far is nothing compared to what awaits you beyond these gates “ she motioned to the black doors “And each one is worse than the last”
She ran a hand down her supple body “It doesn’t have to be so bad darling The sphere of Lust can have its advantages, Do the proper thing Logan and perhaps you could even earn the Master’s favor, you joining the ranks of His army would earn you wonders and pleasures the likes of which you have never known”
Logan thought for a moment and looked back at his former wife,> He walked toward her slowly and placed his hands upon her own and leaned forward he brought his lips ever so close to hers and whispered huskily
“I would rather stick my dick in a blender and hit puree”
He stood and made his way to the gates with the sound of her laughter following
“See if you feel that way by the time you cross through the Winds of Lust” her voice trailed after him as he opened the Otheriron gates and took his first step into Hell
Story Notes:
My own version of Wolveirne Goes to Hell storyline hope ya like :)
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