Post by William Saint Claire on Nov 11, 2012 20:07:02 GMT -5
Barton gave a slight grin at Tala as he stepped through the portal to the lowest level of the underworld, Tartarus.
"Thank you...I will see you soon beautiful."
He took in every sight, every scent and feel of the her, the room, and everything around him before stepping into the portal. He took his final step, and flames consumed his body, charring his already scarred flesh. And with that he fell, for the next nine days, every day the pain of the torture being done to him more and more great, but nothing was more painful that then thoughts that ran through his head. He could see the expressions of the trapped souls, being tormented, hear their moans and their crys of pain. Something that he was all too familiar with. Faster and faster he fell, and the pain grew more and more until the eighth day he reached the three fold night of Tartarus, the very bottom of hell. A place where even the devil himself dare not venture, a place where gods and titans, demons and the evilest among evil are sent to spend eternity. Slower and slower he fell for the remaining day, as the thickness of the dark seemed to catch him, yet burned his flesh like acid. And on the nineth day he finally hit solid ground, with a huge thud, he fell unconcious as he layed in pools of his and others blood.
A few hours had passed. He had dreams of his family, and his past. He awoke, and took a deep breath, the air was very thin and made him weak. He stood and could hear a sinister laugh all around him.
"Who's there! Show yourself." His voice was raspy and quiet as he spoke.
He looked around for a sign of anyone but could see nothing in the darkness. He stood very slowly, but quickly fell back down as a powerful vision hit him like a ton of bricks. He saw his wife, his children, swallowed by an evil darkness, he could hear their screams, begging him for help. He grabbed his head, tearing at his hair, the pain of his loss, ripping at his soul.
"HELP ME DADDY! HELP US BATON!" His children and wife screamed in agony as he looked on from his vision.
He then saw a figure of a man in a mirror behind them, grinning at him. His eyes glowing like fire, almost taunting him. Dollmaker began to growl, and then let out a scream that echoed in the cavernous Tartarus.
"NO!!! I WILL NOT LET YOU TORUTRE MY HEART, MY SOUL, AND MIND AGAIN! I WILL NOT LET YOU WIN," he said, his voice full of hate and rage.
He stood once again as the visions stopped, and could hear the laugh again off in the distance. He ran towards it until his feet bled, but could find nothing but more sorrow, and more pain. His body was weak from the extensive travels, his mind strained from the constant visions, that seemed to grow stronger with every step he took. Whatever demon was there torturing him, knew every bit of his weakness. Days went by and he continued walking, hoping to find the souls of his lost family, to free them from that hell and send them to a place of peace. Before long his body gave way, he fell to his hands and knees. He tried to crawn, but eventually found it useless and fell flat, and unconcious.
He later awoke, his body covered in blood and sweat, with another vision, this time of he himself murdering his family in cold blood. It angered him.
"When i find you, i will show you a hell worse than anything this place has to offer..." His voice was a growl, with rage.
"Mortal man, returned again, to find his vengeful path! But all that you will find in this place, is my eternal wrath," A deep voice muttered from the distance.
The voice was familiar, he had heard it before and couldnt put his finger on it. He began to walk towards the voice, the darkness seemingly choking him as he walked. He started to see the figure of a demon in the distance and suddenly the memory snapped back to him. It was the voice of his savior, the demon that helped him escape that wretched place years ago. He spoke out to the demon.
"I came of my own will, i was not sent here for my actions, but to save my family, and the one that is in danger. I come to do what is right...so i ask of you once again...will you help me?
The demon came closer and closer until he was in full view. Dollmaker could feel the energy and power that came from him, almost like static electricity in the air. Soon there was the demon Etrigan, standing there staring him down with his deep souless eyes.
"You, mortal man, have come to my lair, and plead to me to find this fair, you say you have come of noble cause, but here in this world there are still laws," said Etrigan.
"Yes sire, i do, and i know for my crimes i should be punished here for eternity, but i would do that just to save them, to set their spirts free, and to save the one who is in danger from the one who killed them all. Please master Etrigan, grant me the power to rid this world of the beast, grant me the ability to protect the one from the earth realm, and i will be in your service." He pleaded as he bowed in respect.
Etrigan looked on, studied him, probed his mind and found nothing but senserity. He raised his hand and with a flash of tremendous energy, Dollmaker flew what seemed like miles to him and was knocked, once again, unconcious. This time there were no nightmares, no dreams, just blackness and he layed there. He soon awoke, his body trembling as he sit up, but he could feel a strange new energy resignating from deep inside him. He stood quickly, as the demonic chuckle of a monster echoed all around him. His anger began to rise, remembering that chuckle from his nightmares.
"I KNOW YOURE OUT THERE...SHOW YOURSE..." Quiet boy...or we will be slain." A voice said, that felt as if it were inside his own head. "Whos there...who is that..." he said wearily. "I am Deadman, i am inside you, here to help you with your plight. I am a spectre....if you will."
His hands opened and a powerful energy sparked off his fingertips as he stood. He heard a demon off in the distance screech. He turned ready to encounter it. But it was once again silent. Deadman once again spoke to him.
"If we are to survive this encounter, you must trust me and my decisons. Your power is great, and you must learn to be comfortable with it in a very short amount of time."
Dollmaker noded, and then felt dumb for nodding even though he knew Deadman could understand. They began to walk towards the screach as deadman explained the extent of his powers and how to use them. Dollmaker was amazed at the massiveness of the power, and felt his mortality slipping away...and loved it. Then suddenly, he sees bodies strewn across the ground covered in blood. He cautiously walked up to one and flipped it over and gasped as he saw the face of his wife. He fell over backwards in horror, but that horror soon turned to rage. He slowly stood up as the energy around him exploded with fierceness.
"Its time you show yourself! Its time you pay for what you have done and send them to peace, and once that is done...i will end you!" He said calmly but with a bit of a viscious tone.
The demon chuckled and from under the bodies a massive monster emerged. Its eyes were like fire, burning with evil. Its massive teeth dripped with blood, as its tongue swirled around its evil grin. its body was scaley, and muscular with, spines and spikes emerging from its many limbs. Its claws were sharper than razors. Nebiros stood there over the carnage, salivating at what it thought to be its next meal...the Dollmaker.
"Ah, my next tasty morsel, and i see youve brought two tasty souls for me to enjoy. I couldnt thank you enough," it snarled with a monsterous echoing raspy voice.
"My soul will not be yours on this day Nebiros! And neither will my family or anyone elses ever again!" He raged.
"Ah, confident are you...well im a demon of honor, give me the other soul inside you, the soul of Deadman, and i will set you, your family and that delicious female youve been eyeing free."
He stood there, looking down at his family, Deadman didnt say a word. He knew Nebirous to stay to his word, but he wanted him to pay for his sins, but knew he still wasnt strong enough.
"Fine...Im sorry Deadman, but i must...this is something i have to do. Take him from me and spare the rest." He said solemnly.
The demon spoke, almost giddy, "As you command Barton!"
*His eyes let out a beam, that struck Dollmaker and levitated him into the air. The pain was tremendous. Dollmaker, closed his eyes remembering what he had been taught, and concentrated and before the demon could take the spirit of the Deadman, Bartons soul was taken from his body, and Nebiros relinquished the hold on the body dropping it to the ground. It layed lifeless, as the unsuspecting demon basked in the taste of sin, not knowing it was dollmaker that he had taken. As he said the souls of his family were taken from that place and sent to peace. He began to chuckle, but just then the body of Dollmaker rose, and he began to grin. Deadmans voice rang from the mouth.
"Nebiros...you fool, you were outwitted by a mortal, and now its time you were taught a lesson." He said with almost a laugh.
Nebirous screached out," NO...NO!!! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!"
Just then Deadman let out a powerful burst of energy that knocked Nebiros to the ground. As he stood to lash back, Nebiros could hear laughter in his head, the laughter of Barton. His head began to slolwy turn but not under his own power.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME," Nebiros screached out. "Im doing what i told you i was doing, making sure you receive what you deserve," said Dollmaker from within his mind.
He had taken over the body of Nebiros, and aimed all his thoughts into the power the demon had. Knives flew down from above slicing into the limbs of Nebiros, as he screached out. Suddenly his eyes, burstt out with energy in the shape of chains, that bolted his body to the ground.
"Now its just you and me Nebiros, for all eternity. You failed to realize the extent of my knowledge from staying here so many years ago, and now by your own power youre trapped, never to move again, with me to torture you FOREVER!" Dollmaker said in triumph.
"No Barton...this place is not for you," said Deadman. You can be free of this place! But you will also be free of a body. Aim his sights at your body, and destroy it."
"NO! I WILL NOT LET HIM..." Nebiros was silenced by Barton who began to speak. "My body...but wont that destroy you...and kill me?" He said reluctantly willing to do such a thing.
"No," said Deadman. "My soul will live on, and your body will be destroyed, but you will remain in spectre form much as i am. And when that is done, you will be freed from the prison of Nebiros mind."
Dollmaker pondered it for a moment, and then without warning a huge burst of light left nebiros eyes hitting dollmakers body and turning it to dust. Deadmans soul form floated above it for a moment and then vanished, and then Bartons soul was ripped from the trapped Nebiros. He landed outside of the demon, staring at him.
"If you do manage to escape...i will find you. And i will do it all over again." Dollmaker said.
With that, Dollmakers soul took off towards the surface, a soul, being able to escape tartarus, as long as it was pure. The acts, washing his soul of all sin, was his key as he passed through the bronze gates of tartarus and up towards the earth realm. His family safe, and the one he came to save, was now in no harm at all.
"Thank you...I will see you soon beautiful."
He took in every sight, every scent and feel of the her, the room, and everything around him before stepping into the portal. He took his final step, and flames consumed his body, charring his already scarred flesh. And with that he fell, for the next nine days, every day the pain of the torture being done to him more and more great, but nothing was more painful that then thoughts that ran through his head. He could see the expressions of the trapped souls, being tormented, hear their moans and their crys of pain. Something that he was all too familiar with. Faster and faster he fell, and the pain grew more and more until the eighth day he reached the three fold night of Tartarus, the very bottom of hell. A place where even the devil himself dare not venture, a place where gods and titans, demons and the evilest among evil are sent to spend eternity. Slower and slower he fell for the remaining day, as the thickness of the dark seemed to catch him, yet burned his flesh like acid. And on the nineth day he finally hit solid ground, with a huge thud, he fell unconcious as he layed in pools of his and others blood.
A few hours had passed. He had dreams of his family, and his past. He awoke, and took a deep breath, the air was very thin and made him weak. He stood and could hear a sinister laugh all around him.
"Who's there! Show yourself." His voice was raspy and quiet as he spoke.
He looked around for a sign of anyone but could see nothing in the darkness. He stood very slowly, but quickly fell back down as a powerful vision hit him like a ton of bricks. He saw his wife, his children, swallowed by an evil darkness, he could hear their screams, begging him for help. He grabbed his head, tearing at his hair, the pain of his loss, ripping at his soul.
"HELP ME DADDY! HELP US BATON!" His children and wife screamed in agony as he looked on from his vision.
He then saw a figure of a man in a mirror behind them, grinning at him. His eyes glowing like fire, almost taunting him. Dollmaker began to growl, and then let out a scream that echoed in the cavernous Tartarus.
"NO!!! I WILL NOT LET YOU TORUTRE MY HEART, MY SOUL, AND MIND AGAIN! I WILL NOT LET YOU WIN," he said, his voice full of hate and rage.
He stood once again as the visions stopped, and could hear the laugh again off in the distance. He ran towards it until his feet bled, but could find nothing but more sorrow, and more pain. His body was weak from the extensive travels, his mind strained from the constant visions, that seemed to grow stronger with every step he took. Whatever demon was there torturing him, knew every bit of his weakness. Days went by and he continued walking, hoping to find the souls of his lost family, to free them from that hell and send them to a place of peace. Before long his body gave way, he fell to his hands and knees. He tried to crawn, but eventually found it useless and fell flat, and unconcious.
He later awoke, his body covered in blood and sweat, with another vision, this time of he himself murdering his family in cold blood. It angered him.
"When i find you, i will show you a hell worse than anything this place has to offer..." His voice was a growl, with rage.
"Mortal man, returned again, to find his vengeful path! But all that you will find in this place, is my eternal wrath," A deep voice muttered from the distance.
The voice was familiar, he had heard it before and couldnt put his finger on it. He began to walk towards the voice, the darkness seemingly choking him as he walked. He started to see the figure of a demon in the distance and suddenly the memory snapped back to him. It was the voice of his savior, the demon that helped him escape that wretched place years ago. He spoke out to the demon.
"I came of my own will, i was not sent here for my actions, but to save my family, and the one that is in danger. I come to do what is right...so i ask of you once again...will you help me?
The demon came closer and closer until he was in full view. Dollmaker could feel the energy and power that came from him, almost like static electricity in the air. Soon there was the demon Etrigan, standing there staring him down with his deep souless eyes.
"You, mortal man, have come to my lair, and plead to me to find this fair, you say you have come of noble cause, but here in this world there are still laws," said Etrigan.
"Yes sire, i do, and i know for my crimes i should be punished here for eternity, but i would do that just to save them, to set their spirts free, and to save the one who is in danger from the one who killed them all. Please master Etrigan, grant me the power to rid this world of the beast, grant me the ability to protect the one from the earth realm, and i will be in your service." He pleaded as he bowed in respect.
Etrigan looked on, studied him, probed his mind and found nothing but senserity. He raised his hand and with a flash of tremendous energy, Dollmaker flew what seemed like miles to him and was knocked, once again, unconcious. This time there were no nightmares, no dreams, just blackness and he layed there. He soon awoke, his body trembling as he sit up, but he could feel a strange new energy resignating from deep inside him. He stood quickly, as the demonic chuckle of a monster echoed all around him. His anger began to rise, remembering that chuckle from his nightmares.
"I KNOW YOURE OUT THERE...SHOW YOURSE..." Quiet boy...or we will be slain." A voice said, that felt as if it were inside his own head. "Whos there...who is that..." he said wearily. "I am Deadman, i am inside you, here to help you with your plight. I am a spectre....if you will."
His hands opened and a powerful energy sparked off his fingertips as he stood. He heard a demon off in the distance screech. He turned ready to encounter it. But it was once again silent. Deadman once again spoke to him.
"If we are to survive this encounter, you must trust me and my decisons. Your power is great, and you must learn to be comfortable with it in a very short amount of time."
Dollmaker noded, and then felt dumb for nodding even though he knew Deadman could understand. They began to walk towards the screach as deadman explained the extent of his powers and how to use them. Dollmaker was amazed at the massiveness of the power, and felt his mortality slipping away...and loved it. Then suddenly, he sees bodies strewn across the ground covered in blood. He cautiously walked up to one and flipped it over and gasped as he saw the face of his wife. He fell over backwards in horror, but that horror soon turned to rage. He slowly stood up as the energy around him exploded with fierceness.
"Its time you show yourself! Its time you pay for what you have done and send them to peace, and once that is done...i will end you!" He said calmly but with a bit of a viscious tone.
The demon chuckled and from under the bodies a massive monster emerged. Its eyes were like fire, burning with evil. Its massive teeth dripped with blood, as its tongue swirled around its evil grin. its body was scaley, and muscular with, spines and spikes emerging from its many limbs. Its claws were sharper than razors. Nebiros stood there over the carnage, salivating at what it thought to be its next meal...the Dollmaker.
"Ah, my next tasty morsel, and i see youve brought two tasty souls for me to enjoy. I couldnt thank you enough," it snarled with a monsterous echoing raspy voice.
"My soul will not be yours on this day Nebiros! And neither will my family or anyone elses ever again!" He raged.
"Ah, confident are you...well im a demon of honor, give me the other soul inside you, the soul of Deadman, and i will set you, your family and that delicious female youve been eyeing free."
He stood there, looking down at his family, Deadman didnt say a word. He knew Nebirous to stay to his word, but he wanted him to pay for his sins, but knew he still wasnt strong enough.
"Fine...Im sorry Deadman, but i must...this is something i have to do. Take him from me and spare the rest." He said solemnly.
The demon spoke, almost giddy, "As you command Barton!"
*His eyes let out a beam, that struck Dollmaker and levitated him into the air. The pain was tremendous. Dollmaker, closed his eyes remembering what he had been taught, and concentrated and before the demon could take the spirit of the Deadman, Bartons soul was taken from his body, and Nebiros relinquished the hold on the body dropping it to the ground. It layed lifeless, as the unsuspecting demon basked in the taste of sin, not knowing it was dollmaker that he had taken. As he said the souls of his family were taken from that place and sent to peace. He began to chuckle, but just then the body of Dollmaker rose, and he began to grin. Deadmans voice rang from the mouth.
"Nebiros...you fool, you were outwitted by a mortal, and now its time you were taught a lesson." He said with almost a laugh.
Nebirous screached out," NO...NO!!! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!"
Just then Deadman let out a powerful burst of energy that knocked Nebiros to the ground. As he stood to lash back, Nebiros could hear laughter in his head, the laughter of Barton. His head began to slolwy turn but not under his own power.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME," Nebiros screached out. "Im doing what i told you i was doing, making sure you receive what you deserve," said Dollmaker from within his mind.
He had taken over the body of Nebiros, and aimed all his thoughts into the power the demon had. Knives flew down from above slicing into the limbs of Nebiros, as he screached out. Suddenly his eyes, burstt out with energy in the shape of chains, that bolted his body to the ground.
"Now its just you and me Nebiros, for all eternity. You failed to realize the extent of my knowledge from staying here so many years ago, and now by your own power youre trapped, never to move again, with me to torture you FOREVER!" Dollmaker said in triumph.
"No Barton...this place is not for you," said Deadman. You can be free of this place! But you will also be free of a body. Aim his sights at your body, and destroy it."
"NO! I WILL NOT LET HIM..." Nebiros was silenced by Barton who began to speak. "My body...but wont that destroy you...and kill me?" He said reluctantly willing to do such a thing.
"No," said Deadman. "My soul will live on, and your body will be destroyed, but you will remain in spectre form much as i am. And when that is done, you will be freed from the prison of Nebiros mind."
Dollmaker pondered it for a moment, and then without warning a huge burst of light left nebiros eyes hitting dollmakers body and turning it to dust. Deadmans soul form floated above it for a moment and then vanished, and then Bartons soul was ripped from the trapped Nebiros. He landed outside of the demon, staring at him.
"If you do manage to escape...i will find you. And i will do it all over again." Dollmaker said.
With that, Dollmakers soul took off towards the surface, a soul, being able to escape tartarus, as long as it was pure. The acts, washing his soul of all sin, was his key as he passed through the bronze gates of tartarus and up towards the earth realm. His family safe, and the one he came to save, was now in no harm at all.
