He noticed the nervous stare the young bar girl gave him as she gingerly
placed his tumbler of whiskey on the square paper coaster. Then again,
he was used to the kind of scrutiny that borderline curiosity and fear.
His silver-white hair and inhumanly bright blue eyes were more than a novelty
in a damp city that embraced the dark. It was a sign of something
celestial or something demonic capable of immense disaster. A
creature that was made perfect by the demonic blood but the blood threatened
to spill over the balance inside him since he left Mallet Island. His
demonic blood had been stirring, restless inside him in the recent years.
Something had arrived into the city three years ago and cast a spell over all
things demon that had managed to slip through the netherworld and made homes
in the human-world. Like his father once had, the demons adopted human
forms once they stepped into the new world. It made demon hunting
considerably more difficult, especially when most of the creatures learned
quickly on how to cloak their scent.
Dante looked at this watch again. His eyebrows knitted together and his
frown became more pronounced. His client was ten minutes late.
Briefly Dante wondered if the nervous man had been met with an end in the dark
back ally somewhere after he got off the phone with him or if the man simply
lost his nerve. A man who stuttered and spoke in a nervous whisper did
not have the password but he didn't have a demon for Dante to slay either.
Dante was offered the location of the portal that had been channeling the
energy from the netherworld and creating cracks big enough for the smaller
demon to come through. As Dante jotted down the address of a mangy bar
downtown, he ignored his initial instincts. He had never
taken a call without the password being said. To soothe the foreboding
sensation that crept up and down his spine, he took a gun with him. A
Beretta a client had given him but he had never any use for.
Dante downed his whiskey in one quick drink and placed the empty tumbler back
on the coaster. He checked his watch again and cursed at the man in his
mind. He pushed himself away from the table and decided he didn't want
to wait in the bar any longer. The temptation of making himself drunk
from cheap alcohol was too strong. Especially when his mood had turned
considerably foul in the last ten minutes.
As
soon as Dante rose to his feet, the room whirled. It spun slowly while
the floor threatened to pull out from under him. He braced himself
against the wall behind him but it didn't stop the room from swaying.
His body burned a little hotter, as if it was trying to purge itself of
something foreign that was introduced to it. He looked down at the empty
glass on his table and an incoherent thought came into his feverish mind--was
he drugged? Guided by instinct, Dante shoved himself away from the wall
and stumbled through the bar. His vision blurred but he focused on the
exit across the room. He knew he had to get back to his office, although
he didn't fully understand why in his hazy mind. He bumped into tables,
spilled drinks and made glasses crash to the floor. Cries of protest and
angry remarks were yelled at him as he shoved and staggered through the bodies
and furniture.
"Had too much to drink, buddy?" Someone said to him as an arm
wrapped around his shoulder.
"Don't touch me -- " Dante growled and shoved the person away.
He would have fallen down if someone behind him had not caught him by his
shoulders and held him up.
"Be nice," someone said in a sweet voice. "We are here to
help you. How about a little fresh air? We'll go out to the parking lot
in a minute, okay?"
Dante writhed languidly in the grip that was too strong for him to shrug off.
"Leave me alone..." Dante managed to say. His throat felt
tight. "Just don't touch me..."
A guttural laugh answered him as he was gathered him into an embrace.
Dante felt his face pressed gently against someone's shoulder.
"We'll be out of this awful place soon," someone said.
"First, it's time for you to go to bed."
Dante felt his hair being brushed aside, then a small sharp pain followed.
Dante's eyes snapped open, his vision cleared momentarily. Someone had
plunged a syringe into an artery at the side of his neck.
"Get off me -- " Dante screamed. He was held even tighter and
the drug continued to be pressed into him.
"Be good..." the person who held him whispered into his ear.
"Watch yourself or you might accidentally let loose your "other
form". You wouldn't want to do that in a bar full of humans."
The drug they fed to him was liquid fire. It made him mindless with pain
as his body burned even hotter to fight off the poison. Dante bit down
on the shoulder he was leaning against. He couldn't make his arms or
legs move but he has to stop them from giving him any more drugs before his
own body incinerate from the inside. His teeth sank through the shirt
and cut into the skin beneath. The person who held him didn't loosen his
grip and only laughed and patted him affectionately on his head.
"Such a feisty little thing," someone remarked and laughed.
"It's kind of cute," the person who held him answered.
"Almost like a human female."
The blood from the shoulder soaked through the shirt and flooded into his
mouth. The blood didn't taste coppery, like a human's, Dante realized
hazily. It was thick and bitter. As he spiraled down into
unconsciousness, Dante told himself that the blood belonged to a nether being.
He had been ensnared into a trap and now, he was going to be asleep in the
company of the demons.
Perfect. Just fucking Prefect.
He had been awake for awhile but he couldn't muster up enough energy to
make himself move. The burn had left his body but it was still feverish
-- busily purging the remains of the drug that lingered in his system.
He stared at the halo of florescent light encased in a thick round glass
fixture in the ceiling. That was the only thing he could look at to make
certain he would not fall back to sleep again.
It might have been hours -- or it might just felt like it was hours, when he
finally could feel the sensation tingling in his fingertips. He curled
his hands into his fists several times to test how much control and strength
he had. Not much, he concluded. It took him another long while
before he could bend his knees and push himself up. His back slid
against the wall and it helped him to sit up. Dante frowned, realizing
his leather jacket was gone and his sleeveless black tee-shirt was pushed up,
left bunched around his chest. The button to his denim was undone and
the zipper lowered half way.
Dante cursed and pulled his shirt back down. When he finally willed
himself to swing his legs over the edge of the bed and his feet found the
floor, he stood up. The room rocked back and forth and the floor felt as
if it would swallow him at any moment. Modesty first, he thought
bitterly, as he pulled up the zipper and buttoned up his jeans. That was
also when he realized he was bare-footed. His boots -- his favorite
tanker boots, were gone.
He cursed again and looked around the near empty room for a way out. The
only window in the room had steel bars soldered into its metal frame. If
he was his normal self, he could rip out the bars with little trouble.
He doubted he could even bend them in his present state and he didn't want to
waste his time trying. Dante moved along the wall, using it for support,
and made his way toward the door. It probably would be locked but the
doorknob would be easier for him to deal with than the barred window.
Two steps short of reaching the door, Dante froze. His body tensed and
registered the sounds of footsteps and voices in the hallway before he
consciously knew what he heard.
Shit...
Dante backed away, his eyes darted around the room to look for anything that
could be a weapon. The bare room only had a twin bed with a metal frame.
There weren't even sheets on the sky-blue colored mattress. Dante
scrambled over to the bed, his vision nearly lost with a rush of pain that
drove through his head through the sudden exertion. He pulled the
mattress off the bed and found what he was looking for -- thin steel rods that
made up the center frame of the bed. He heard a key being inserted into the
door lock as he pulled one rod loose. It was skewer thin but long.
It probably will not kill but he might be able to buy time if he could injure
his captives with it. The door clicked open and as Dante pulled out
another rod.
"What are you -- "
Dante didn't let the person finish speaking. Even through his fog-laced
mind, he could still aim. It was an instinct that he had been born with.
He threw one of the rods toward the voice and a yelp of pain confirmed his
hit.
"No you don't -- " Another voice said as that person moved to him
quickly. Dante stabbed outward, the metal rod pierced through his
attacker's thigh. It didn't slow him down. Instead, it made that
person angry.
"You fuck -- "
Dante felt his hair being seized and dragged away from the bed.
"We were gonna make this pleasant for you too, you shit -- " the man
who was dragging him by his hair said. Dante nearly blacked out when his
head was slammed hard against the stone-tiled floor.
"I guess you want it rough, eh?" The man continued and smashed his
head onto the floor again. His forehead took brunt of the force and he
was bleeding through a cut made from the impact.
"Well, we can play it your way." Another hard slam.
Dante was left lying on the floor with blood coloring his white hair and thin
ribbons of it feathering down the side of his face.
"Shit -- "
The rod he had driven through his attacker's thigh was pulled out and
discarded in front of him. Through his unclear vision, Dante saw dark
blood coating the metal. He suddenly remembered his last thoughts from
the bar. He was held captive by demons. Pure demons with black blood.
"Goddamn it Hector, just pull the goddamn thing out. You'll
live," the one he had speared in the leg scowled.
"It really fucking hurts. He only stabbed you in the leg, Remus. He
got me in the eye."
"Shut up. Where's the needle?"
Dante mouthed a 'no' and moved to crawl away. The one called Remus
laughed and stroked Dante's hair.
"This human blood of yours' quite pretty. Reminds me of the
underbelly of a white rabbit that had been slit open and blood staining its
snowy fur," Remus said and laughed again. "Ah, forgive me.
I tend to be a little melodramatic when I am in the human form. I think
it goes with the skin."
"What are...." Dante said, his voice had been reduced into a dry
whisper.
Remus turned Dante over onto his back and ran his finger over the cut over the
forehead that had already healed. He licked the blood from his finger
and shuddered.
"Like wine..." Remus said with a smile, then looked up at this
partner. "Give me the fucking needle. How many times do I
have to ask?"
The one called Hector cursed. From the corner of Dante's eye, he saw the
man with an olive complexion pull out the rod that had been driven through his
left eye, the impact had nailed his skull into the wall. Dark blood
spilled out of the eye and poured down the left side of his face, staining his
blue shirt shiny black.
"It will hurt less if you would stop fucking around and pull it out
quickly," Remus said absently and bent down to raise Dante's head
slightly.
"Don't -- touch -- me..." Dante breathed as the tip of Remus' tongue
lashed out, licking off the blood that had spilled along his temple before
most of it sank into his hair. The tongue was wet and cold.
Serpentine-like as it made slow circles to collect all traces of blood that
had poured out out from his already-mended wound.
"Something about your blood that's addictive ...." Remus said into
his ear. "It might have been the Sparda blood or it might have been
your human mother's blood. It's an aphrodisiac, you know. Makes me
want to cut you open and fuck you at the same time."
A low growl came from the bottom of Dante's throat and it made Remus giggle.
"Oh, you are so precious," he said.
Dante heard the thin clatter of the metal rod on the floor and Hector cursed
again.
"Shit, I'll rip you open several times for this..." Hector said.
One hand was held over the wounded eye and the other gave a capped syringe to
Remus. "Goddamn it..."
"Shut up already," Remus said and unscrewed the cap from the syringe
filled with yellow fluid. "It's your own fucking fault for not
tying him down first."
Dante's eyes widened with fear. Recollections of the fire that had
hollowed him out and made him that helpless, even after hours later, came to
him. He would have struggled if he could find any trace of his strength.
There was nothing left in him. A weak doll with all of its limbs broken and
left with only an awareness of what was happening to him without any way to
defend himself.
"No... no..." The dry rasps were the only thing he could muster.
"Don't..."
Hector threaded his fingers through Dante's hair and roughly pulled his head
to the side. Remus' gentler fingers cleared the pale strands of hair
from the side of his neck and searched for the artery that ran along there.
"It's not the same kind of drug you were given earlier," Remus said
softly. For a moment, he found himself marveling the kind of skin Dante
has. It was thin and soft, exactly like a human's. The
full-blooded demons like himself only had appearances of human skin but on a
touch, it was hard and leathery.
"Please..."
"It's not like you to beg, Dante," Remus said and inserted the
needle into the spot he had found. Dante's body went rigid with pain.
His mouth opened to form a scream but to Remus' disappointment, the sound
never came. "But it's a nice start. Things will be easier for
you if you remember to be obliging to the present company."
The syringe emptied, Remus removed the needle and wiped away the single drop
of blood that had bled out with his finger tip.
"Good boy..." Remus said and nodded for Hector to release Dante's
hair. "The drug you've been given will have most of the same
effects but you will remain conscious."
Remus' fingers combed Dante's hair, the pads of his finger almost lovingly
massaged his scalp.
"And you will see everything and feel everything...and if you could bear
it, you will also remember everything. Kind of nice not to have to take
the initiative for once, eh?"
The pain induced by the drug quickly dissipated into dull throbs in his body.
His body had accepted the drug and made no effort to flush it out of his
system. If anything, the new drug had doused the old fires the first
poison had left behind.
"You might be back to normal again, in about a day or two. I'm
guessing you would probably recover sooner," Remus said as he scooped up
Dante's limp body into his arms. "This drug had put your demon
blood to sleep. The Company put in years and a lot of money to make the
serum for you. Three years and fifty million dollars for just that
little syringe-full. It would have been nice to have a lot so we can
pump you so full of it that you'll be a nice little fuck toy for the rest of
your life."
Dante's head rolled against Remus' chest, his mind numbly searched for the
meaning of "the company". He knew there were many contracts
out on him but they were usually from mobs that had used low-class demons as
enforcers. As far as anyone knew, he was a human bounty hunter with an
eccentric, enclosed lifestyle. He looked human and he certainly bled
like one. He had learned to cloak his demonic presence from others of
his own kind since he was a child...so who could have known enough about him
to develop something that could incapacitate him like this? He had no answers.
He didn't expect to have any, until he could make his escape and wait for his
normal self to return.
Remus carried him through the door and down the hall. Hector lumbered
after them, one of his hand scrubbed at the injured eye that was healing too
slowly.
"I was a little surprised on the turn out myself," Remus said.
"The open invitation only went out for a couple of hours and we had so
many that showed up that we had to force so many more away. We wouldn't
want to kill you, after all. Well, I don't think we would actually kill
you but unfortunately, there is only so many hours in a human day to do
what we need to do."
"Since he hurt me the most, I want to do it to him first," Hector
said.
"You got hurt the most because you were stupid," Remus retorted.
"If you would stop your bitching, maybe you'll be the second one."
"But -- "
"Or the third."
Then there were no more arguments from Hector. Remus nodded at the
double door they had come to at the end of the hall and Hector hurried forward
to push it open.
He could smell them. Demons. Most of them had not even bothered to
veil their distinctive scents. Dante was carried past them, some in
human shapes and some in their original forms, clamoring among themselves in
the dark language spoken in netherworld that he didn't understand.
"Not to worry," Remus said as they made their way through the crowd
that stared at them with knowing smiles. "I'll ask them to be
gentle. Well, as gentle as they could be anyway."
Dante willed his mouth to move but he couldn't form any words from his throat.
If he could speak, he would have asked for Remus to kill him then. Hell,
he would beg Remus to kill him. His mind, as languid as it was,
still pieced together what the gathering of demons came for.
Remus placed him down on a raised platform that had a mattress with a white
cotton sheet fitted over it. The crowd rushed forward to have the best
view, as well as be the next in line after Remus finished. Hector
climbed onto the platform and made sure of his place right after Remus.
"No..." Dante managed to whisper.
"Ah, you found your voice. Although I am surprised that you could
so soon," Remus said as he unbuttoned Dante's pants and pulled the zipper
down. "It's even better to be able to hear you. I imagine you
can scream prettily. Not quite like a human female but be just as
arousing."
Dante gasped as the pants were pulled off him. He was shivering, the
cold wrapped around him completely as his shirt was sliced off him with a
small dagger.
"I hear that the human body becomes even more sensitive in a slightly
cold environment," Remus said and ran the sharp tip of the knife along
Dante's thigh and up toward his belly. "Is it?"
Remus punctuated his question with a deep cut made from the bottom of his rib
up to his chest. An orgasmic sigh came from the audience as the smell of
the human blood wafted through the air.
"You didn't scream for me," Remus said and made another cut across
his chest. This time, the blade sank in deeper and the gash was made
longer. Dante did scream although most of it was muted from his
still-broken voice.
"That's better," Remus whispered and licked the blood from the
blade.
Remus planted the knife into the bedding beside Dante's head and pressed his
mouth over the cuts, his tongue followed the length of the shallow wound.
The blood welled up and pooled directly into Remus' mouth. The demon
drank it in greedily. Sharp teeth grazed his opened flesh but didn't
bite down.
"God..." Dante whispered. His eyes were glossy with tears.
"There is no God," Remus said softly. He let the wounds he
made heal, although the drug made it slow to do so. He wanted to make a
fresh cut somewhere else. "There is only Hell and you will always
be in it."
Remus spread Dante's thighs open and moved to kneel between them. Tears
escaped him finally, and rolled into his pale hair as Remus pressed his
still-clothed engorged cock against Dante's belly.
"Say "There is no God" and maybe I'll go easy on you."
Dante's mouth opened but nothing came out. A thing like himself is proof
that there is a God, Dante had always believed. Someone or something had
created an imbalance in the worlds by shifting too much power into the
netherworld. Nature would not have been so cruel. As with
anything, a belief was just that. A simple knowledge that didn't have any
weight on how he lived his life. Somehow, Remus' demand was a challenge
against him. Against everything that he was. He refuse to say it,
as if suddenly those words had taken on a profound meaning that he had never
known it had before.
Dante choked on a scream that he tried to hold back as Remus drew out the
embedded knife and made a cut across his chest, slicing his left nipple open.
"Say it..." Remus whispered. "God had never been kind to
you, even if He did exist."
Remus pressed his mouth over the new wound and drew on it. His teeth bit
down on the halved nab, milking it in his mouth. Remus took in a
mouthful of blood and rose to feed it to him. Dante coughed, struggling
not to swallow while trying to expel Remus' strong, cold tongue from his
mouth. He could do neither. His mouth was flooded with metallic
taste of his own blood and the snake-like thing that worked to taste it from
quivering tongue that was coated with it.
"Red suits you wonderfully," Remus said softly as he wiped away a
thin trail of blood from a corner of Dante's mouth. He only succeeded
smearing it along the cheek. "With your blue eyes and white hair..."
Remus dipped a finger into the nearly closed wound on his chest and wet the
pad of it with blood. Carefully, he painted Dante's colorless lips with
it. The crimson he applied didn't make the lips red. It made them
glossy and brought out the delicate bows of the mouth.
"Only if I had more than a day..." Remus sighed. He rolled out
of the bed, his eyes didn't break contact with Dante's as he undressed.
"I hope you are a virgin, Dante." Remus chuckled and stepped out of
his pants. "I would be quite sad if I couldn't be your
first...man."
Dante cursed at himself for being stupid. For falling into an obvious trap and
ignoring his better senses. His ego had made him blind to glaring
dangers and now, that ego would be shattered into unrecoverable pieces.
He deserved to be fucked. He deserved to be raped for being stupid and
reckless. He had this coming for years.
Shit...shit....shit....
"Look at me," Remus said and turned Dante's head to him by a sharp
pull by his chin. Dante stared up at the thick, erect cock that jutted
out from a black nest of curly hair. "I really wish I had two of
this thing. I'd fill your mouth and your ass with it at the same
time."
Dante whispered a "no" and managed to move his legs slightly in an
weak attempt to close them. Remus laughed and easily spread them open,
wider than how he had left them to be looked at by the anxious audience.
"I don't believe in lubrications, I hope you don't mind. Numbs the
nerves in my cock. You'll end up wetting its way in anyway."
With that said, Dante felt the blunt head of Remus' cock push hard against his
closed entrance. Perspiration surfaced on Remus' forehead as he pushed harder.
Dante let out a scream that finally worked its way out from his belly and up
through his throat when the monstrous tip slipped inside. The force
Remus had used to push had torn the rim and the blood slicked its way inside.
"Good boy..." Remus smiled and let out a deep sign. He was dizzy
from pleasure. He remained still, to take in the sensation that washed
over him and to made sure he would not lose his erection in midst of it.
"Very very good..."
Dante breathed in shallow gasps. He wanted to black out. He wanted
to die. Anything but to feel the pain he was feeling then. In
spite of his dormant demon powers, it still had the stubborn energy to keep
him alive and keep him fully conscious. The pain only grew worse, as
Remus continued to push in, the bulky shaft split the flesh that wrapped
around it as it went.
Then an odd sound resonated. Remus looked annoyed at the source -- it
came from a cell phone in Hector's pocket. Hector nervously fished it
out of his pocket and looked at the screen.
"It's him," Hector said to Remus and answered it.
Remus had impaled Dante up to the root, his dark curls of hair soaked with
blood that had bled out. He waited patiently in that position for Hector to
finish his phone call.
Hector only nodded as he was spoken to then he walked forward to place the
phone near Dante on the mattress.
"He wants to hear him," Hector explained.
Remus nodded for Hector to hold Dante's head to the side, so his mouth was
directly at the compact phone. Dante stared at the small black phone and
at its screen. There was a number from the caller printed on there.
A ten-digit number that Dante took care to etch into his mind.
"You have to be better than what you were, Dante. You have to
impress our boss."
Remus drew out his cock and pushed it hard back in. He was pleased with
a sob that came out of Dante's mouth.
"A little louder and a bit more with conviction, 'eh?"
Remus held Dante by the crook of his knees and bent it forward, until the
knees nearly touched his chest. Then it was a barrage of pain -- layers
of it, as the thick cock battered him at an inhuman pace. It drew out
screams until his voice was reduced to hoarse coughs. Then the sickening
wet sound was all he could hear, after his sobs died down to labored breaths.
"Please...please..." Dante rasped. Remus' flushed face grinned
down at him as he pulled out to shift position. He hooked one of Dante's leg
over his shoulder and re-entered the widened, bleeding hole and began the
same, mono-toned hard tempo. Remus suddenly stopped, and even through
the hurt, Dante could feel the cock inside him twitch for a few seconds before
it shot out spurts of icy cum that stabbed in deep, until he could feel it
pierce his stomach.
"You like that?" Remus said between breaths. He wiped at his
sweat-soaked eyebrows and laid Dante's leg back down. As soon as Remus
backed away, a score of waiting demons surged forward. Hector barked a warning
and they took a step back.
"I wish you were a female kind," Remus said as he bent in and kissed
Dante on his slightly opened mouth. "Just so I can make your belly
swell up with my child. And I would make many children with you.
Wouldn't that be kind of nice?"
Hector grunted impatiently as his clumsy fingers worked to undo his belt and
his pants as he stood at the edge of the bed. As soon as the pants
dropped around his ankles, he kicked them to the side and climbed on top of
Dante's body. Without even so much of a preamble, Hector shoved his cock
inside the hot, greasy orifice. He was certain Dante would have been
much tighter and felt a lot better if Remus had not torn him up so terribly.
He'll take what he can get. He hooked Dante's legs around his waist and
fucked him in long, drawn out strokes.
Remus sniffed derisively at his partner's peculiar mating style and went
through his pant pockets until he found his handkerchief. He wiped the
blood and cum from his softened shaft then folded the cloth into a neat square
before placing it on top of the pile of his clothes. Remus picked up the
phone and spoke into it for a few moments before he folded it up and tossed it
to the side, by his clothes.
"Oh...shit..." Hector groaned. In spite of his careful,
controlled technique, he didn't last long. It had been only a few
minutes and already he had cum into the hot cavern.
Remus looked to the waiting crowd, some already had their harden cocks out in
their hand.
"He is not to be killed," Remus said.
Impatient murmurs answered him. Hector pulled out his stained shaft and
wiped it against Dante's inner thigh. He didn't even have a chance to
step out of the way before someone pulled him back by his shoulder as the next
creature took his place. Hector cursed at him, but his word was lost as
more circled around Dante's splayed body.
He had completely lost the concept of time, but he knew it had been hours.
Razor sharp nails grazed his skin and mouths fed on the blood that sprung up.
Dante was thankful that he could feel that more vividly than he could feel the
cocks ramming in and out of him. The pounding had become dull aches.
Gradually, the pain began to fade into numbness. Dante knew his body was
going into shock from the trauma and the blood loss.
Dante vaguely became aware his body had been shifted again and maneuvered into
another position. He found himself lying on top of a demon with
green-black scales that chaffed against his chest. His head rested
against the creature's broad shoulder, the little horns that came from it
pricked at the side of his face. Fingers split him open and a
surprisingly soft but long snake-like cock slithered inside. The thing
writhed inside the blood and cum, exploring the depth that had been torn open
first before it rubbed itself against the wounds, trying to stimulate itself
in the cavern that was no longer responsive or tight.
The creature grunted words in English to someone but it didn't make sense to
Dante's deadened mind. The words registered later but it would do him no
good, even if he understood it when it was said. The creature had called
for another partner. Dante felt the fingers that had held him open
spread even wider. A sharp pain broke through the mist that had been
waiting for him and he found himself screaming again, as another cock was
pushed in.
"No...no...no..."
The new level of pain did finally give him something that was kept from him
for hours. It gave him blissful darkness in his mind as his body finally
met the height of its thresh hold. Dante told himself that he didn't
want to wake up ever again, as he tumbled into unconsciousness.
End Part 1
