Outside Hell (26 page)

Heinrich’s mind as the machine had flat lined
was suddenly filled with a tunnel of flames. Only as he’d felt his
consciousness being dragged forwards into it, he’d suddenly looked
down and then realized to his horror that he wasn’t in the German
base anymore, instead he was on a lump of granite that was hurtling
into hell.

Outside when the two pilots had heard that
he’d succumbed to the arrow, and then seen that Heinrich’s silver
spectacles were laying there underneath the back of the chopper,
one of them stamped on them, and then both of them went to take
their shower.

Dracus was moving at extreme speed through
the flattened snow from the explosion of the shack with Satan’s
demons close on his tail. The wind all around him was unbelievable
bad and the snow and sleet was driving into him from all angles,
making it difficult to see ahead.

Then from behind him the ice cold that had
been trying to turn him into a snow statue whilst he’d watched the
choppers leaving suddenly vanished and turned into extreme
heat.

The temperature was unbelievable, and with it
the heavy snow that was falling had instantly turned to warm rain
and steam.

Dracus whilst running never turned around to
see why either because he was fully aware of the reasons, instead
he’d stopped and then pulled back the air molecules in front of him
like a tent door, and without looking behind, he’d jumped inside
fast.

The demons had completely engulfed the air
where he was and turned it black with their intensity, whilst some
of them had reached it in time and then flew inside with him.

Slamming the two sides of the doorway back
together, the crack in the air molecules suddenly vanished, and
he’d hoped as the demons smothered him that he could get away. Only
again just the same as Paris, the prince of darkness consumed the
power of the portal and with his even darker energy, sucked it
towards him.

Dracus with demons inside the portal trying
to climb inside his mouth and vanish inside him so that they could
drag him down to hell; then slipped his hand down and tried to open
his quiver. The demons that were fully aware of the energy coming
from his quiver, fought desperately to stop him by grabbing him
arms and trying to pull them away from his sides.

Then as the bowman fought against them, the
quiver had opened and instantly they’d let go of him and backed
away.

The inside of the portal was about the size
of a large telephone kiosk bordering on the size of a small lift.
The demons who’d dared not to leave because of Satan’s wrath for
failure if they didn’t capture him, suddenly started circling him
and making the most shrill and unearthly screams.

The volume was so loud that it threatened to
explode his brain.

Dracus who’d desperately wanted to drop to
his knees and clamp his hands over his ears to stop the intense
pain, suffered the torment and pushed on. Then using his
fingernails he’d frantically scraped off sprinklings from the
arrows tips that were facing up in his quiver, and like confetti
threw them into the air all about himself.

The fine dust with its luminescent green glow
had an instant effect. As it had touched them, they’d shrivelled in
size and then desperate to escape, they’d flown out through the
walls of the portal into the endless space of time.

Dracus felt the surge of power pulling at the
portal and knew that he’d been unsuccessful in his escape. Diving
forwards and not knowing where the doorway would lead, and fully
aware that Satan himself was likely to be waiting outside, he’d
leapt out the doorway anyway.

*****

Satan had arrived in the woods of the
Carpathian Mountains to see the distant silhouette of the bowman,
as he’d fled through the deep snow with hells demons hot on his
tail, only as he was going to blast a huge fireball down at Dracus
and vaporize him, suddenly a strange blue light had appeared and
distracted him. Then moments later as the blue light had vanished
again, Satan was furious because he’d missed his opportunity and
Dracus had disappeared down the mountain.

Seconds before he’d been in HELL searching
for Regina, the first ever to escape the entrance procedure and
then somehow go into hiding. He’d been furious because even though
he’d been able to have her soul only a couple of days after she’d
escaped him in Paris, when he’d gone to the entrance room to greet
her arrival to hell, the rock that she’d been on was empty. The
little bitch had run away and somehow unbeknown to him, then gone
and found herself a hiding place in his fiery domain.

As he’d been searching for her, suddenly that
little bastard Dracus the bowman had once again used his portal to
arrive in the Carpathian Mountain’s and he’d been aware of its
energy calling to him. Instantly he’d stopped the hunt for her and
sent his demons up from Hell to catch him.

Then as he’d stood there all eight feet of
him with his massive horns up in the Carpathian Mountains, and his
hideously distended veins that were pulsating down the side of his
evil face, suddenly and in response to his furious anger, his
solidly ripped arms then instantly burst into wild flames.

The flames spiralled like serpents and parts
of the flame looked like they were actually hissing and fighting
other parts of the flame, as they’d consistently wrapped themselves
around their master’s arms.

Satan’s crimson red body was massive, and
every muscle was beyond all levels of ripped. His looks were as
true to his very nature, an utter vile beast with a violently
lashing tail and horribly hooved feet.

Then a second passed and suddenly as a wide
cheeky had grin shot across his face, his right arm thrust forwards
and the flames that had been encircling it, like napalm in Vietnam,
dived forwards into a thousand feet of intense inferno, that melted
the snowdrifts and turned the falling sleet and snow into warm rain
and steam.

Anger chased across his face and with the
other arm now also a massive flamethrower spewing out infernos of
over a thousand feet, he’d spun around and the pine trees, the
snowdrifts, and everything else in his way had instantly turned to
ash too.

The bare ground without a blade of grass in
sight was left steaming from the heat.

Then as he’d felt the portals energy and
Dracus trying to flee, Satan had sucked the energy towards him so
he couldn’t escape.

Another second passed and then Satan roared
and as he’d craned his neck back and the thunderous power had
charged up his throat, the force of it was like fifty explosions
all happening at the same time. The sound caused avalanches across
the mountain ranges for miles into the distance, and the villagers
a thousand feet below who were all asleep, suddenly sat bolt
upright in bed with extreme terror burnt into their pale as death
faces.

The sound was terrifyingly evil and was
imbued with the clear sense of death. It was beyond this world and
anything that most mortals had ever heard before. The villagers
flew out of their beds and then simultaneously all of them got
dressed and headed straight for the sanctity of the local
tavern.

They’d lit burning torches and carried with
them on the short journey, bibles and crosses.

Normally they’d have stayed inside their
homes with the windows boarded and the doors bolted, but this sound
was just one of those sounds that made you know that death was
coming, and if they’d any chance to escape it, strength wasn’t
staying at home to be slaughtered, it was in numbers.

This had never happened before in all of the
darkest history that their village had ever experienced, and as
they’d hurriedly scurried along the cobbled and broken streets,
slipping in the mud and slush that was everywhere, they’d kept
looking and checking the coalescing shadows about themselves.

*****

As Dracus leapt out of the portal unknowing
where it would take him, he’d stumbled forwards in the craggy rocky
ground that was underneath his feet and fell straight into a deep
snowdrift. Scrabbling to get back up he’d leapt into the shadow of
a passing cloud and then hearing the thunderous roar of Satan
behind and seeing the mountainside that had been white suddenly
melt and burst into flames, he’d ran for it.

The wind was still deeply oppressive but from
one side it was arctic and then from the other there was intense
heat. Thunder could be heard exploding all around as the two
temperatures of air molecules crashed into one another. Then as the
sky in the horizon that had been masked by dense snow and sleet
suddenly also turned to warm rain, lightening bolts blasted out in
all directions.

It was weird because he’d expected the snow
to be his enemy and to slow him down significantly but instead, it
was melting faster than he could run into it.

Leaping over boulders, and diving down the
sides of ravines, the bowman knew Satan wouldn’t be far behind.

Turning to look up into the night sky at the
top of the mountain, now instead of just seeing white as it had
been, now it was black. The sky was black with demons hunting
him.

Prince Dracus, the Changalk hunter and bowman
from Eldor, in the realm of Valstrath five thousand light passes
away from this galaxy, and used to hunting Biodorph monsters and
Cryotierck’s at extreme speed, took the next thousand feet in his
stride.

To look at him as he’d navigated himself down
the dangerous precipices, you’d have thought that he was falling
because of the speed that he was going.

Then as he’d seen the first street coming
into view that was leading down into the village, he’d sent a
message using his telepathic skills to communicate with the only
person left in this dimension that he’d known he could trust.

A friend of Kaine and Regina’s, a vampire
called Laouse who lives out in Austria. He has a secret lab there
where he studies Macromolecular Materials and Engineering, hoping
to invent super-strong fibers for battle clothing.

As the clouds of confusion from the drugs in
his mind finally lifted, Kaine was in a cell under the German base
in Hungary.

He was with another prisoner and because he
hadn’t even turned his head to look around him, so far he’d no idea
that he was really in a cell, or that anyone was with him. He
certainly didn’t know that the prisoner he was with had a
connection to him, and because the other prisoner was struggling to
come around from the MX1 drug too, he didn’t know that there was
another prisoner with him either.

Only a strange blue light that was nearby
knew they were together, and it was watching them.

Kaine and his cell mate were both naked from
the waist up and their arms were painfully outstretched behind
them, held in that position by two steel shackles around their
wrists that were laced with silver, to prevent them from breaking
free.

Ever since Kaine’s beautiful wife Regina had
been executed in front of him, his whole world had been destroyed.
She was everything to him and they’d gone everywhere together,
laughed together, ate together, slept together, and then because of
one bullet she was gone.

He’d never see her smile again, look into her
eyes and be blown away by the magic that was shining back at him,
be able to run his fingers through her soft hair, she was gone.

To him she’d the most magical eyes that he’d
ever seen and even though she was a vampire, every time he’d looked
into them, he could see her deliciously kind soul smiling back at
him.

The pain that he was experiencing in the
shack from witnessing her execution was tremendous. Then even
though he was gunning the fucker down who’d so blatantly executed
her, the effect upon his soul seeing her killed in such a brutal
way was devastating. It was like a huge rock being slammed down
into a crystal chandelier, his soul was literally shattered into a
million pieces.

Kaine had known then that he would never get
to hold her hand again or go for romantic walks with her, ride
their Ducati motorbikes together, drink fine wines, or sit with the
cows outside their top entrance hand in hand watching the power of
the sea in the horizon as it eternally lashed against the coast, or
anything else.

They’d planned to get two German shepherd
dogs in the future, and had even named them too. When they’d picked
up the two tiny warm bundles of fur, they were going to call them
Solomon and Bruce. All that though and the fun that they were going
to have watching them grow was gone, his world that had been filled
with love beforehand, and after witnessing her brains sprayed
against the back wall of the shack, was violently destroyed.

To him life even though he couldn’t walk in
the murderously oppressive sun for the simple fact that it would
de-atomise him, and reduce his massive frame within seconds to
nothing more than a pile of smouldering black ash, his life with
Regina if you could describe it like the weather had been
sunny.

Now without her everything was meaningless
and if you could describe his feelings and build a world from them,
it would be full of dark thunderous skies, vicious bolts of
lightening, savage winds, and torrential rain. He’d never look
about him and see the world as he had before for its beauty, all
he’d see without her would be doom.