Zackery+Thunell

Mount Morteum I’m pinned, pinned between two burning pillars. It hurts, worse than if I were to get stabbed. I guess some would call this hell. These foul swine came in and had the nerve to attack us. They wanted our territory. We wanted peace; unfortunately peace only comes at the price of war. A woman of her late sixties and her cohorts, the young and slightly attractive Brutarian Queen, and the massive and unfinished General. The women were boiling my kids, along with all the other children, in something that reeked of spider venom. They don’t deserve peace! Only the icy tortures of the ninth ring of hell will satisfy me! The General a massive hunk if meet and rotten flesh. He’s beating her, my wife! “NO! Get away!” He ruins her in nightmarish ways. . . “Sob.” In front of me! He slits her wrists to finish her off. The flames slow to a seize still; I feel pain, nothing but pain. The old lady walks over to me, “He’s got meat still! Can I keep him?” The Queen walks around me as she pokes and pods me,” I can’t see any other reason to keep.” She smelt of corpses and sulfur. I hated her guts. The man binds me from my elbows down. I thrashed for as long as I could before he smacked me across the face. He pushed me towards the boiler room in Mount Morteum. We are walking, walking to the cannibal queens’ lair. I refuse to go there though! I trip myself. “He’s useless! Just eat him and be done with it.” Bellowed the General. The Hag yanks me up. I flip over her with momentum she used to pull me up. Landing on the ground behind her, I kicked her knees in and slipped her head between my binds and triceps. She thrashed around, struggling, desperate, but I wait, wait for her to stop. She did after a minute, the General looked back to see me snap her neck with a jerk. I let her go and charged towards him screaming. Then something hit me on the back of my head, blackness or at least until I was awoken by a cold splash. I’m in the mountain; I can feel the heat of the Boiler Room. The General bellowed, “HAH HAH HAH! You killed her! That Looney hag deserved to die! I bet you’re confused as to why you’re still alive?” He paused for me to absorb the information. “She wants you alive. I don’t know why but I promise you this! It won’t be for your pleasure.” He relished that last sentence. It looked like he craved to see what would happen. I smiled,” How much do you want the Queen to bear your children?” His smile was wiped clean,” What does that mean?” He growled,” nothing it just seems odd in how whipped you seem.” He flared up, pulling a knife out while charging at me, I didn’t even flinch. He cut my bonds?” I won’t kill something that can’t fight back against my rage.” I chuckled,” your just trying to atone for your lost honor, you worthless piece of shit.” He lounged for me; I leaned back and tripped him. Slid onto his back, gripped his wrist with a triangle hold and pulled back slowly. He tried pulling his knife away from his neck. I pulled back quickly at the last few inches and the sound of the blade cutting his throat was utter ecstasy. I walked down the corridor, blood dripping from the knife and my hands. I wonder which legends are true. The one where if I killed someone I had to carry their sins to my eternal trial or the one where if I killed someone that they were my slave in the afterlife. I ripped a pipe from the wall and skewered a guard in one fell swoop. I arrived in the throne room not to long after I killed the unsuspecting guard. The Queen was waiting, not for me but something else that apparently can cause her just enough stress to yell at her chefs. I shocked her with my appearance but it didn’t go unnoticed of the blood on me. She smiled, a smile that made me want to take her and make her mine. The guards rushed in after me screaming, “He killed the General! He killed ten guards!” The second they saw me, they charged me. I grabbed the first guard by his shoulder, yanked. He spun and I cut his throat out. Blood spurted, and I slashed one guard after the other. When I was done, it was raining blood in slow motion, “This will be my rein of blood!” I charged her, slashing wildly. She wasn’t there though, “tch, tch, tch,” She tutted, “I win my king.” She stole my knife and beheaded me. She carved the neck off of my decapitated head, and then she scalped and carved his the top of his skull from his head. She squeezed the brain of its blood and cut his heart out and squeezed that of its blood into the head also. She kissed the lips of his dead head and murmured, “my king, my prince, for I am your true bride.” She drank heavily from the rim of the skull. She stopped after she was almost done. Her insides started to hurt, she cried looking up to what she hoped was heaven,” I will be with you soon, my love. . . “She hacked and convulsed, but when it was all over, she lied there dead, cold and at peace.