Torture

(A/N: Dark Chapter - Skip it if you are not comfortable. The only important thing is the name is the first Realm of Hell.)

"YOU FUCKING ASS," Geir bellowed as a cold destructive power flooded his throne room. Pushing demonic qi from my body, my clothing began to disintegrate, yet my will and body did not waver.

Narrowing my gaze, a dark mist covered my body as I cracked my neck. "I cannot force you into a deal, Geir. However, if you do not obey my will your life, and soul will be forfeited." I coldly said, not caring if he was going to take the deal or not. Slaves are just as good as a willing man in my book.

Shedding into his true form, Geir's cracked skeleton began to overflow, flooding the entire city of Hallr with its killing intent.

"Your Army of the Undead is mine; the souls they will collect will be mine, and you Geir will be mine," I commanded as two entities began materializing behind me. "Kneel Geir, or die and resurrect as my slave!"

Watching the Golden flames that were held within his sockets begin to flicker in fear, my gaze began to become dark and sinister as an ashen flame began to take root within the pupils fueled by my will. "Or I wipe your very existence from creation."

Quivering in fear, both Anya and Mare took a step back, "Th...No...Fucking Lucifer. By the Nines, he has it," Anya fearfully whispered as I shot the duo a deep look.

Tilting my head back towards Geir quaking, my gaze narrowed, "My war has started, Geir, and I cannot afford to be generous anymore. Ezra has had a few months of training, but it's now game time. The ball is in my court. So what will you do? Will you force me, or will you take a knee?"

"FUCK YOU!!!!" Geir bellowed in hate as he shot towards me like built leaving its chamber. Suddenly a massive golden formation began to take root from behind Geir. Yet, all that followed as a hellish pressure that showered the entire city consume the stars.

"KNEEL!!!!"

BOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!

Slapping against the ground, Gier roared in anguish as hundreds of cracks began to take root within his broken skeleton.

Walking out the void, Ezra held a sinful expression I had not seen before as she drew her greatsword from the void. Space all around the throne was all but on the verge of distorting as her steps echoed like the steps of a great dragon.

Placing her blade against his neck Ezra's crimson gaze began to glimmer, "Geir, It would seem you do not understand? We were not asking; you are ours. Vaevictis doesn't need to ask. The moment we allowed you to continue to exist with us was already leniency. However, that time has passed."

Stepping beside Ezra, I didn't bother to speak as I raised my palm, watching as the Flames of Hellfire began to consume my entire arm. Noticing as my skin slowly began to peel, I oddly enough didn't feel pain, but rather a stream of infinite knowledge begin to fuel my mind.

Arching my head high above those around me. My mind slowly began to chill, losing the emotions I had once had when a wave of killing intent and bloodlust showered the heavens.

Bael had once said never to use my flames within the outer premier of Midgard, but why should I listen? These flames are no longer Flama's... They are mine, and so is Flama.

"Arsene~" Geir screamed as the entire throne room began to turn to ash. Staring at the skeleton force to his knees by Ezra, my gaze slowed turned to the entire palace turning to nothing. Watching as dark clouds forming around the heavens, rain dark as night began to fall.

Suddenly a burst of deep hysterical laughter began to filled my heart and soul as I watched blood consumed everyone with its power. It was warm like a fresh hunt, yet there was something chilling within its depts. Something the seem to pulk the very strings I try to hold under my will.

"Is this what a realm of hell is like?" I whispered as the flames of hellfire began to burn even stronger, sensing my depravity. Licking the blood rain from my lips, the scent of lust began to consume my lips as I turned to Ezra, staring at me with indifference.

"The First Circle of Hell, Lerna." Ezra whispered in a hushed murmur, "Lerna is known for its bloody rain that consumes the entire realm. Lakes of crimson are but common sights yet. Those that are touched by its will are not."

Raising my lips high, my palm surrounded by the Flames of Hellfire suddenly shot towards the skull of Gier. Forcing my flames into his body, I roared in bliss as the clash of thunder showered the heavens.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~~"

Forcing my flames into these empty sockets, I pulled my arms away as Geir bellowed. His bones began to turn from a pure crystal white to a dark color. Suddenly a black ooze began to pool from his body, yet my gaze remained indifferent as I watched his suffering.

"What is it you see?" I whispered with a passionate voice watching Gier screaming. There was no begging, no blood. There was nothing except my flames. Yet, I could see it. I could see a family. A family within depts of the flames of Hellfire

I could see a little girl around the age of two. There was a loving smile upon her adorable face. Yet, her body was consumed in red. Slapping her small hands together within the pool of red. I arched my head as a skeleton suddenly picked up the girl.

Gipping her face with his bone finger, I tilted my head, watching as his skin began to form upon his body. He had long grey hair, sharp eyes, and a powerful presence. However, as I stared at him ruthlessly gripping the girl's face, a smile appeared on my face.

"Geir," I whispered, watching the flames of hellfire show me his torture.

"PAPA?" The little girl cried out with confusion and anguish as large tears began to fall from her face."Papa is hurting Luna, papa stop. Luna wants mama!!"

"Arsene...Please. Please, this is all I have left." Gier begged, seemingly aware, yet his grip around the two-year-old continue to grow as the sounds of cracking began to sound.

"PAPA PAPA PAPA!!!!" The young baby screamed, slapping her hands against the man she called father. Witnessing the blood cascade down her fluffy cheek and neck as she begged.

"Lana, forgive me!" Gier cried out yet; I felt it wasn't enough. This was too easy; killing his daughter is not enough. It would never be enough.

Shaking my head, I smirked in a decrepit manner, "Come now, Gier, please don't tell me you will not kill her like this? We can do better than that. How about we eat her? let's eat her alive, take a bite. Let her match her father. Rip her eyes out and feast upon them." I whispered to my flames as my words began to take effect.

"NO No NO NO NO" Gier roared like ever before, yet I felt compelled to finish. He was already broken, willing to be my slave. Yet...I wish for him to do it. I wanted him to break; I wanted him to fall into depravity."

Watching as he raised his hands towards his daughter, my eyes glimmered as her went hollow. As if his daughter knew, she covered her eyes like one during 'Hide and Seek,' as Gier's bony finger's easily passed through her defenseless fingers. Watching as he went past her eyelids, the Jarl sobbed.

"Please, whatever you want. Not her... Not Lana. Not my baby girl. Take anything, take it all."

Feezing the scene, I shook my head, "Geir, this is only the millionth time this has happened. We have already had this conversation. And do you know what happens each time?"

"Please no, please no!!!" He cried as my laughter began to echo.

"Yes, each time you rip your daughter's eyes from her body and feast upon them. You hear her screams; you watch as her feet flap around the air, but do you know what happens next?"

"I will be your slave just...just let Lana go. She is innocent." He begged once more. However, I simply shook my head.

"No, Gier, I did not let her go... or should I say you did not let her go. This was only the beginning, but our time is up." I coldly said as my gaze retired to reality.

Watching the white flames vanish from Gier's empty sockets, my smile deepens as the vibrant soul flame of Geir suddenly went cold for a few seconds.

"~AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~"