Damien Thorn (antichrist_ceo) wrote in splintergroup, @ 2011-06-25 20:27:00 |
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Who: Damien Thorn; closed
When: Late, around 2am
Where: Lucifer's Mansion
What: Character Death; Lindsey McDonald
Rating: R
Warnings: Death, gore
Status: Complete
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Damien thought it had started out fairly alright. He had been mingling with a few of the other followers, when he wasn't busy looking in on the prisoners. There was a powerful Asian sorcerer who could steal souls and an adorable Druid boy. He could just pinch his cheeks! But not really. Damien of all people knew that not everyone is what they appear to be. But this one was pretty interesting, a lawyer, whom he had met a while ago because neither of them felt like sleeping at this hour. And he was not just any kind of attorney. He represented an evil law firm that had connections to other realms, often dealing with demons and other denizens as well. Damien thought he'd have made a good client for them. But he felt a stirring within him as they continued to talk. He was having his inner suspicions raising flags, plus he could see into his mind from looking into eyes. He could see through deception. And what did this reveal to him? Lindsey was not above switching for the other side if it suited him, if the enemy had a better deal. He had slippery morals. That wasn't what got to Damien. He liked that in a person. But it was the fact that there was a chance, albeit a small chance, that Lindsey could go bat for the other side later at some point. And give them whatever he had learned about this place. Who followed, what they can do, mansion defenses, cell locations, etc. That was too great a risk. And unfortunately, Damien had revealed to him his true identity. No way would he let that get out. At least not so soon. A decision had to be made.
And it had only taken all of two seconds to make it. He had got up from his seat and set a hand on his shoulder. Lindsey had found himself unable to move. His brain had sent signals to his nervous system to do nothing. In a way, it was like paralysis, and yet he could still have feeling. And what did he feel? A hundred pins going into every pore of his skin. Great heat and extreme cold, so extreme it was hard to tell the difference. Heart rate increasing at an inhuman rate. "You're probably wondering why this is happening. It's simple, really. I cannot leave to chance that you will spill our secrets if tempted. I like you. Really, I do. But betrayal cannot be done to us. So, it would be a good time, if you ever were a religious man, to pray. Not that it will do you any good." He pressed harder, increasing the torment. The man's soul and mind screamed out in terror, but no sound was heard as speech was removed from him. He was both sweating and shivering. A few moments after... his heart ruptured, causing him to bleed internally, dying in great pain and agony, quick to others but felt like eternity.
One hour later. Outside the front of the mansion, beside a telephone pole. Damien had nailed a board across it. Then he hoisted the man up with one hand, using his inner demonic strength.. and did something very nasty to him. He nailed the man's hands up to the board. Then the feet were nailed down to the pole part as well. Crucifixion. A bit extreme, yes. But a nice sight if he said so himself. But perhaps this would deter others on their side from even thinking about being a a turncoat. He wrote two things in blood. On the side of the pole was the word TRAITOR. The second was pasted on the board above the dead lawyer's head, between the nailed hands/wrists. A question: Where is your God NOW??