The Philistine God of Accaron (glorifygluttony) wrote in thegrand_ic, @ 2012-02-21 15:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | beelzebub/ziander meredith, zadok |
Who: Zadok & Ba'al
Where: A warehouse deep in the forest of ZIM
When: Feb 21
What: Ba'al had a rebellion forming in the cult compound. It was time to take care of that.
Warnings: Language and bloody violent human eating
Status: In Progressoo
The earth smelled thick of mud, of rotting leaves, and heavy rain. Zadok was pleased. Bodies always mingled well with such conditions and the churning rebels reeked of their rising fears. They had been told where sanctuary rested and were fleeing like herded cattle, ushered towards an end only the demon would enjoy. Near the steps of the compound, Zadok awaited. He inhaled their scents, eyes darting to them. His human frame blended easily among the lot who pushed pass or divided like water around him. Only a few would be spared- and those who could be returned to the flock would ever so rightfully be guided back 'home'. To more corruption. To become servant under his master. Zadok leaned his head back and took in a deep breath before he called out to those that would listen. Only the beings not yet damned would understand his reason and they would see the dim glimmer of hope in survival."Do not join them. You know not what is ahead. They are sinners- damned. They will not return from their fears. They will take you with them, move the herd forwards. The fire will rage and blacken within." Some halted and hesitated, for they listened and thought. Zadok locked eyes with each of them as he stepped backwards towards the large doors of the building. Inside, the light was faint and growing darker with each passing tick of time. "Evil awaits in the blackness....be careful what you choose." When at last the few who were not yet sinners enough nor traitors to his master ran back to safety, Zadok stepped into his feeding grounds. This eve would be grand and he planned to savor each moment.
Ba'al's compound was often plagued with rebellion to those minds too strong for even his brainwashings. Rebels that threatened the cult with police and calls to the FBI. Missing people's milk carton faces that will never be found are often lost and turned into cases that never closed to the disposal of Ba'al's whims, his order, given to Zadok, for his amusement and ingestion. They were all sinners on his compound trying to be self-seeking pleasurers of some kind or another that Ba'al coaxed into over-indulgence and waste. But, the human race was stronger of mind than some demons gave them credit for and sinners condemned to Hell or not weren't mindless zombies that always did what they were told. These were trouble makers that Ba'al fed to Zadok, to keep his compound with just the right degree of damned to continue the widespread God condemning epidemic. Ba'al was in a single, plush, black, and gold throne in a silk black kimono that sat at the far end of the vast dark building. A scarab beetle was crawled right out of his mouth and up the apple of his cheek before buzzing around his head, hovering like a little helicopter. His smile grew wicked as he saw Zadok's human form file in with the rebellion's uprisers. He sat there in silence anticipating the show would be coming next. Even the thought of the blood curdling screams was arousing. Just to ad to Zadok's already creepy ambiance Ba'al suddenly rose both arms palms up, muscles clenched and seemingly out of nowhere hoards of locusts started to buzz in the room in masses so loud it was ear drum rattling in the echoes of the empty building, many smacking themselves against the walls in haphazard directions. It was time for the rebellious sinners to get a glimpse of Hell on Earth before they met their maker in the underworld. Ba'al rose from his seat in grand standing presence bringing his hands back to his side. And even through the clouds of insects Ba'al met Zadok's eyes, an evil seduction laced, behind them.
Zadok knew his purpose beneath Ba'al's order and he knew it well. As the insects swarmed and flittered about, causing havoc among those locked within, Zadok let his human form slip into the shadows. Darkness was easily cast within the complex and slowly dimness crept in. The ground began to crack beneath the feet of the traitors, spewing forth black, inky blood and tar while the very earth felt of ash rising up to choke their lungs. From within the cervices gushed forth more blackness as it swelled up and twisted, forming into a massive creature. The ground shuddered as the blackness splattered free from Zadoks' limbs as he took his first step. A shrill, mangled howl that caused the sinner the cry out in fear. They pushed and shoved in an attempt to flee the beast, many trampling others while Zadok reached out. His grand arms easily snatched up a fragile human by the skull- hefting her up. She was certainly a pretty thing but tainted and corrupted in her urge to betray. The Judge snarled under his metal mask while he tore free her clothing, leaving her bare and exposed. Wicked as he was, Zadok turned her body to face Ba'al in offering for his own dealings as a good servant should.
Zadok was a picture of merciless perfection with just the right amount of submission. When Satan's personal servent and creation offered Ba'al homage he would always fill with more egotistical pride than already consumed him. Ba'al walked the few large steps to meet up with the girl's face. They knew each other well. He'd groomed her after all. There was a small trace of hope in her eyes that her leader was there to save her somehow. But, as he held his chin jutted and erect looking down with feeling, not a trace of his friendly Ziander Meredith bullshit act found in his features, ice cold stare. What was left of the girl's hope shattered. Deep set fear pounded through her system afraid of the unknown, locusts stinging her skin as they crashed into her. The buzzing sound so loud speaking would have to be grand to be heard. But, Ba'al had no words for her. The ruthless indifference in his eyes told the girl all she needed to know. Ba'al turned his gaze to Zadok and put a fist in the air and clasped it like it was calling card for the bugs and they all dropped and with a bang to the cement floor silencing the room. "Make her scream the longest" Then his eyes flashed back to the girl, but they didn't flash human, they were metallic green like the armor of a beetles' wing.
And scream she would, Zadok would see to it. She was to made an example- that even females were easily slain by him without question. Rumbling in delight at the order, his large hands clutched her- one at her throat, the other her leg. He smirked beneath the mask and squeezed upon her thigh hard- churning sounds akin to his own twisted purr as she screamed in pain when her bone was shattered. The other leg came next but he left her arms free so that she could try and claw her way out in vain, put up a pitiful fight. Grasping her by her ankles, Zadok heft her up towards the underbelly of his mask and spread her legs wide until he heard the joints pop free. She was a mere rag doll to be abused as he saw fit. Howling shrieks of amusement rose from the beast as the woman screamed, begging for help- only to be met with the fearful eyes of others. Zadok parted one of his three mouths and out came the rough tongue with piercing tip. He didn't give her much chance to fight- for all she could do was sway and claw at him, begging, crying, screaming while his tongue cut at her thighs then thrust inside her. Her shrieks became shrill cries then, tears flooding down her face as his tongue could be seen pressing against her skin from within. Pointless little sack of flesh worth tasting while it was still alive- that's all this traitor was to Zadok. He had no concept of her mortal thoughts; only the sweet, luscious taste of her blood on his tongue and her screams as her primal body betrayed her mind. Corruption in its' finest works and Zadok savored it all.
Ba'al watched the symphony of screams, buzzing, and tearing flesh conducted by the massive Judge and path to death's doorway with heightening pleasure. It was one of the finest orchestras to Ba'al's ears. The King had a special gift among demons and was he could sustain life -not forever- but he keep the soul attached longer, not letting something mortally wounded die naturally as it should, and his healing powers didn't only work for him. That's why Jesus was accused of being possessed by Beezlebub when he performed healing miracles. Beeze had that power and he decided to make use of it now. Beeze's face was a stone cold sneer, wicked and wrathful as he stormed up to heal the girl, just before Zadok inflicted his limb ripping damange, miraculous indeed. Any damage done was gone, leaving the girl to have to live the pain...AGAIN. The horror shocked rebel's doubting hearts wondered if ZIM really was a God after all. Point of fact he might as well have been and his vengeance for their betrayal wasn't going to be left quite so simply. He wanted to prove his power to them then. Watch their shock and dismay and snicker which only upped their fearfullness, cowering in corners unable to get out. All the more tasty for Zadok. Zadok may have just wanted the blood and mania but Ba'al had a point to prove before these rebels disappeared from the land of the living. Then as Zadok went on to shatter bones and dismember, Ba'al felt the need to get even more involved and started to pick up and drag with mighty strength those that were cowering and hiding and toss them in the middle like bails of hay, feeding the mountain of living corpses to be fed from his hand.