Kidnapped and Bound for Hell

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  Bourbon was dismayed when the demon Skargel returned unsuccessful, he had hoped that the three men would take the hint and flee from him. Instead, they obviously intended to fight on to the very end. The demon Skargel although unsuccessful hung around and Bourbon knew that it still wanted paying for its services to him.

  “Follow me Skargel, today I have a treat for you, the blood of a young tender girl.” Skargel`s large hypnotic eyes followed Bourbon as he left the temple. Bourbon could feel the demon`s eyes on his back, but he would never look at them, for one could never trust a demon, even when it was in your employ. Bourbon led the way to Christina who was dozing fitfully. Cassie however was awake and when she saw the foul beast before Christina`s bed she screamed, awaking Christina from her sleep.

  “There is nothing to fear girl, the demon merely requires a little of your blood.” Bourbon said a sadistic smile coming to his face as he saw Christina pale as she made to move back against the wall, but the chain held her captive, and at the mercy of the vicious looking demon.

  “Please no, don`t allow that thing near me, I beg of you.” Christina pleaded, but to no avail, for Bourbon was without mercy, and the demon was only interested in receiving adequate payment for its labour.

  The demon launched itself upon Christina who tried to fight against the fearsome creature but was powerless beneath its demonic strength. Finally, she fainted from loss of blood. Cassie was nearly hysterical as she watched the terrible ordeal her sister had to endure, and she cringed as the demon, finally sated, rose and then disappeared in a flash of red smoke that left the usual terrible smell of hell behind to remind everyone of its visit.

  During the last six months, Bourbon had acquired through hard work and human sacrifices to his chosen lord, Lucifer, a great deal more satanic power. He was now able to use it to call upon demons that came with far greater powers and a much higher price tag; he decided that the time was right to use one to be rid of the troublesome trio of Englishmen. First, he mixed up the necessary ingredients that would placate the great lord when he came by. These he had prepared beforehand for just such for a time as this, and he then put the mixture into a bronze goblet and set it alight. A green smoke slowly curled up into the air before finally reaching the ceiling of the temple and spreading quickly around the room. In the goblet was a green frothing liquid that would certainly not be touched, let alone drunk by any normal person.

  “Lord Asbaritch, I call upon you, show yourself, Bourbon, Satanic Master demands this of you.” Bourbon called out while fearfully looking around for a sign that his order was about to be obeyed by the powerful demon from the realms of hell.

  A deep voice spoke out from the rear of the temple, although the demon had not yet bothered to materialise.

  “What is that you require of me human, speak quickly for I grow bored of you already.” The silence that followed this deep voice was almost as scary as the voice itself, and Bourbon had to force the words from his throat before the demon departed, as it had threatened to do.

  “I am in the middle of my preparations for the mid summer`s eve celebrations and have a gift for the great and powerful Lord Lucifer, unfortunately three humans defy me, I ordered Skargel to rid me of their presence but he failed. I now ask the same thing of you great Lord Asbaritch, go to them and rid me of their constant interruptions so that I can be ready for the coming festival on mid summers eve.” Bourbon demanded of the demon his voice recovering some of its vigour.

  Just then, the room became icy cold and Bourbon knew that the demon had finally materialised. Bourbon soon saw the dark lord; it was olive green in colour, a little taller than Bourbon, and very well muscled. Its eyes were large brilliant yellow glowing orbs. However, he was quite humanoid otherwise. The demon walked towards Bourbon, who shrank before it, Lord Asbaritch picked up the bronze goblet and greedily gulped down the contents.

  “It has always amazed me that a race such as yours can make the most delicious of drinks. Now tell me why should I do this favour for you Satanist, if they are opposed to your kind then they won`t be even as much as an appetiser, they may even stick in my gullet, as it were.” The demon demanded to know.

  “Because we are both servants of Lord Lucifer, and I ask you in his name to do this thing.” Bourbon said in exasperation at the demon`s reluctance to do as he ordered.

  “Very well Satanist, I will visit them during what is left of the night and introduce them to what you humans might term my dreamscape. In reality, if I might use the term in relation to my domain, it is something much more terrible. It is another realm of hell where the humans that practice evil of any kind are sometimes given to me to feed upon.” Lord Asbaritch said eyeing Bourbon greedily, but then he added in a voice filled with anger.

  “But this favour will cost you much Satanist, so be ready to pay my bill when I return, oh and have some of that delicious drink ready for me to go.” The demon lord disappeared in a cloud of smelly red smoke and a peal of laughter that threatened Bourbon`s hearing.