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Tweak says, "I love Minas Tirith.."

St. George (monster_slayer) wrote in nevermore_logs,
@ 2012-11-02 05:50:00

Current music:	"Sympathy for the Devil"-The Rolling Stones
Entry tags:	lucifer, saint george, the antichrist, wrath

Who: George, Lucifer, open to the Antichrist
Where: Outside Lucifer's building
When: Noon, Friday
What: We made a deal
Warnings: Torture, rape, general Hell family terribleness

George smoked the last dregs of his cigarette and stared up at Lucifer's building. Of course it still had power; no wandering around in the dark for the rich and the evil. He swallowed, tossed his cigarette onto the pavement and ground it out. Best to get this over with. He closed his eyes, steeling himself. Now that he was actually here, he felt curiously calm, his emotions flattening into something resembling peace. It took him a moment to place where he'd felt it before.

Rome, when he'd been preparing to martyr himself. When every sensible part of him was screaming to run, to renounce, to take the deal that his emperor was offering and live instead of dying horribly.

He'd been a dumbass back then, too. George smiled faintly at the thought. He cracked his knuckles and rolled his shoulders. There was no going back now; he was just a passenger. He stepped inside the building.

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	monster_slayer 2012-11-03 12:55 am UTC (link)
	"Holy shit," George muttered, watching as Wrath just headbutted the crap out of the Antichrist. This was unexpected. His fight-or-flight instinct was screaming at him full blast, and George writhed in the chair, trying to escape. The rope around his left wrist was starting to come loose. Excellent. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

acrimonia
2012-11-03 12:57 am UTC (link)

Joshua yelped and he stumbled backwards with his hand over his nose. In the time it took for him to bitch about his broken nose, Wrath was on the floor, manoeuvring her cuffed arms under her body and in front of her. From there, the long, jagged cuts on them were clearly visible.

"You assmunch!" she screamed at the Antichrist and she ran forward again to claw at his face.

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	monster_slayer 2012-11-03 01:07 am UTC (link)
	As Wrath did her best to claw Joshua's face off, George managed to free his left hand from the rope, although it cost him quite a bit of skin around his wrist. He went to work on the ropes around his ankles, not sure what his plan was once he got free. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

acrimonia
2012-11-03 01:11 am UTC (link)

Joshua had lost control of the situation and when the minions re-entered the room carrying their hot pokers, he was relieved.

"Grab her!" he yelled at the demons, and Wrath was immediately pulled off him and held back. Joshua looked at George who was fighting to get free.

He rushed over and grabbed the hot poker, holding it to Wrath's neck. The minions were holding her and he knew he couldn't overpower George. He wasn't really all that strong physically. He had to play dirty. "STOP or I will burn her throat out!"

Wrath bared her teeth at Joshua. "Do it, limpdick!"

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	monster_slayer 2012-11-03 01:19 am UTC (link)
	George froze, the poker dangerously close to Wrath's skin. "All right," George said, hands up. "Just calm down, all right? No need for throats to get burnt out." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

wicked_pastimes
2012-11-03 01:23 am UTC (link)

Joshua handed the poker to the demon to keep near Wrath's neck. Then he stepped over and re-secured George to the chair, trying to make the knots tighter this time. Then he raked his nails across George's face and he turned to Wrath.

"This is what you get for what you just did. Everything you do to me, I do to him." Joshua's lips curled up into a smile and he made sure Wrath was watching before he punched George hard in the nose.

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	monster_slayer 2012-11-03 01:32 am UTC (link)
	"Oh you fucker," George groaned, tasting blood in the back of his throat. He lolled in the chair, shaking his head to try and clear his senses. "Wrath, go get out of here!" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

acrimonia
2012-11-03 01:35 am UTC (link)

Wrath didn't want to leave, but she could see that being here was a recipe for bad. She tried to get away, but the demons held her fast.

Joshua walked over to them and smiled. "I want you to watch really closely, Saint George." And then he put his hand on Wrath's breast and leaned in to kiss her neck. Wrath struggled but she was held tight. "Auuggghhhhh fuck you!" Wrath hissed at him as Jacob kept kissing at biting at her neck.

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	monster_slayer 2012-11-03 01:47 am UTC (link)
	George dug his fingernails into the ropes, feeling rage rising in him as the Antichrist pawed at Wrath. "Let her go," he growled out, thrashing against the ropes. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

acrimonia
2012-11-03 01:52 am UTC (link)

Joshua just laughed and he kept pawing at Wrath until she did something totally unexpected.

She changed into a he.

"Fuck off, Bratling!" Wrath hissed at Joshua who pulled his hands away as if he had been burned.

"Jesus-"

Wrath smirked at Joshua who glared at him and then he went to grab the hot poker. "I am not yours to fuck," Wrath growled at Joshua.

"We'll see about that. Since you two seem so fond of each other. Change back or I will jam this hot poker into his throat." And this time he held the poker near George's neck.

"That really is cheating," Wrath hissed.

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	monster_slayer 2012-11-03 01:57 am UTC (link)
	"Guess you're not a fan of driving stick," George muttered, leaning away from the poker as best as he could. He was really not fond of the Antichrist. He couldn't help but smile at Wrath just a little, because she (currently he) was kind of crazy brilliant sometimes, even when it destroyed all of George's plans. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	acrimonia 2012-11-03 02:01 am UTC (link)
	Wrath held his head high and firmed his jaw. Was it worse for George to have to watch her have sex with the Antichrist, or to suffer burns? Joshua moved the poker down to George's chest and he pressed it against George's skin as Wrath tried to keep his composure. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	monster_slayer 2012-11-03 02:06 am UTC (link)
	George bit down on his tongue to keep from letting the scream out entirely, but there was no way he could keep silent. He threw himself backwards and managed to knock the chair over, although that hardly counted as an escape of any kind. It just put him on the floor with a bruised side and a burnt chest. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

acrimonia
2012-11-03 02:10 am UTC (link)

"Stop!" Wrath yelled, shedding her male skin in favour of her female one again. "Fine! Just do it and leave him alone!"

Joshua smiled, pleased that this was finally going his way. He put the poker down and then hauled the chair upright again, huffing and puffing as he did so. George was heavy.

"I want you to see all of this," Joshua purred at him. "Go make him watch," he told the minions, and then he pushed Wrath against the wall. "You struggle, and you won't even be able to recognise him when I'm through with him." Quickly he started to tear her clothes off.

"I'm sorry, George," Wrath whispered at him. "I shouldn't have come." She always fucked up everything.

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	monster_slayer 2012-11-03 02:14 am UTC (link)
	George grunted in pain as the demons right his chair and grabbed the side of his head to keep him from turning away. "Don't," George said, trying to offer her a smile. "Don't apologize, okay? It's gonna be okay, we're gonna be okay. Just look at me, all right?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

acrimonia
2012-11-03 02:18 am UTC (link)

Wrath turned her head to look at him as the Antichrist unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down. He pulled his own trousers down and Wrath kept her eyes on George the entire time. She winced as Joshua pressed himself into her and she swallowed roughly. He started fucking her against the wall and Wrath bit her lip. There was nothing careful about what Joshua was doing and it was hurting her. "Fuck," she gritted out without meaning to.

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monster_slayer
2012-11-03 02:26 am UTC (link)

George wanted to close his eyes, but Wrath was looking at him and he had to be steady for her. It was his fault she was here. So much for having a plan.

"We're gonna get out of here," George said, his voice low and meant only for Wrath even if the demons and the Antichrist had to be able to hear it. "Okay? We'll go to Coney Island once it's not flooded. You can win me a prize by throwing baseballs at things, it'll be great. You'll be okay."

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acrimonia
2012-11-03 02:29 am UTC (link)

Wrath tried to regulate her breathing as Joshua continued to fuck her. She grimaced and tried to concentrate on George's words. Coney Island. Baseballs. George. Just George.

Joshua finished and pulled out of her, zipping up again. Wrath slid down to the floor and she glared up at him with exhausted hatred.

"I told you I would have her," Joshua growled at George.

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	monster_slayer 2012-11-03 02:35 am UTC (link)
	"Congratulations," George said flatly, glaring up at Joshua. He was going to kill this little fucker. Maybe not today, but eventually. "You can rape people. Mommy and Daddy will be proud." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

acrimonia
2012-11-03 02:40 am UTC (link)

Joshua was proud at least. He felt like he was getting the hang of this. He stalked over to George and he took the saint's face in his hands. "You are the shit I scrape off my shoes, Saint. And we haven't even gotten started yet. Bring me something else," he said to his minions. "Surprise me."

Wrath crawled into the corner of the room and she pulled up her jeans. Even with her hands tied, she managed to button them again. Then she sat there, shaking. Gone was the rage and all that was left was loathing. Loathing for herself and loathing for Joshua. She had ruined everything. She just had to tell them all where Michael was. Now this had happened.

She leaned her face into her knees and cried.

"Don't hide your face, Wrath," Joshua purred at her. "You still get to watch us break your saint."

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	monster_slayer 2012-11-03 02:47 am UTC (link)
	"Wrath," George said calmly, not looking away from Joshua, "Wrath, it's okay. A lot of people have tried to break me. Junior's not gonna be the one to do it." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

dawnstar
2012-11-03 08:05 am UTC (link)

He had let Joshua do whatever he pleased. He'd heard screams and threats and hadn't been concerned. Even if George and Wrath had gotten loose, they wouldn't have gotten out of his house. His last guest had found that out rather quickly.

At George's comment he strolled in and smiled, much like a shark. "I, on the other hand, have broken many a Saint before. See it's not about hurting them, martyrs you know, it's hurting what they care for."

He smiled at Wrath, "which seems to be you, my dear." In the blink of an eye he would appear next to Wrath to pick her up by her throat and slam her into the wall "Let's play"

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	acrimonia 2012-11-04 05:03 am UTC (link)
	Wrath let out a shriek as Lucifer slammed her into a wall. She tried to fight back but at most all she could do was push at his face with frantic hands as she struggled to breathe. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

dawnstar
2012-11-04 07:24 am UTC (link)

Smiling he let hsi hands burst into fire to give Wrath a souvenir on her skin before he released her.

But not for long. A few moments after he picked the Sin up by her wrists and slammed fire hot nails into her hands, having her above the floor a few feet and in a way he knew her weight could not support it and she'd come falling down.

Then he smiled at George and walked over to him, grabbing a few steel bars and making them unbearably hot. He then folded them over George's wrists in a way that if he moved they would scorch his skin. He made sure they were hot enough not even a Saint could endure it. "Save her Saint. You have about," he glanced back to the Sin, "I'd say five minutes before she comes falling down? I shall prove to you, how useless you are."

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monster_slayer
2012-11-04 12:02 pm UTC (link)

He could smell his skin burning. Wrath's too. It smelled uncomfortably like pork being roasted, and George was reminded of why he tended to swear off meat after battles where fire was involved.

Those memories, though, were a little less immediate and painful, and so it was safer to dwell in them. George kept his mind in the Hundred Years' War and strained against the metal and ropes tying him down. Eventually, though, the pain forced him out and forced his body into stillness. He was shuddering, he realized distantly.

He threw his weight forward, hoping to scoot the chair under Wrath and at least let her support her weight on him. But it just toppled instead, sending George to the ground again and still tied up.

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