Outside Hell (41 page)

Claudius stepped inside Laouse’s cell, and
then as they’d both looked down at each others burns from the
silver chains, they’d realized that they had a problem.

A second past and then as furious rage had
swallowed the inside of the Bavarian realising that the soldiers
had treated these women in such a way, he’d turned around and
grabbed the steel door that was now laying on the floor behind him,
and started to devour it by bare hand.

The bars were 40mm thick gauge steel, and
he’d ripped them apart in front of him, like they were nothing more
than paper.

Then after pulling out the main bar from the
hinge side, he’d swung it around and whilst Laouse ducked, he’d
then smashed the half steel, and half silver shackles that were
clamped around the woman’s wrist.

The vampire woman in her blood stained bikini
instantly fell forwards into Laouse’s arms and a second later she
thrust herself back and after grabbing the bar from Claudius, she’d
charged in to the other cell to free her mate.

Claudius turned and then after stepping back
into the passageway, he’d stormed off to open the other cells
too.

To anyone human it would have seemed like
he’d walked off into complete darkness, but to him the path ahead
was as clear as day.

Each cell he’d come to with Laouse right
behind him, both of them had quickly looked in and after seeing
more vampire women in bikini’s, they’d ripped the doors off and
without freeing them knowing that the women behind would do that,
they’d walked on to the next cells.

The first vampire woman with the heavy bar
that she’d borrowed from Claudius, had ran in the other cell and
then after taking a few swings, she’d managed to free her mate.

Then the two of them with their fangs down
and their bare feet with hideously black nails, ran down the
passageway into the next cells that were now doorless, and free’d
those women in there too.

Finally as Laouse and Claudius reached the
end of the passageway they’d arrived at the last two doors, only
they were much thicker than before and were gleaming from being
lined with silver.

Claudius had tried to smash them down with
brute force, but due to the silver and the intense pain that it
caused, he couldn’t get a grip on them for more than a split
second, before then he’d had no choice but to let them go
again.

Then as Laouse had stuck his head to one side
and peered in through a gap below the top hinge, he was horrified
to see that his best mate Kaine was inside, chained viciously to
the back wall.

The big man was completely naked with his
arms up above his head in a diagonal fashion reaching out behind
him towards two silver clamps, whilst his head was slumped down
forwards with his face staring lifelessly at the bloodied floor
beneath him.

Laouse went crazy seeing him like that and
immediately ran back to the vampire women who were now filling the
passageway behind him. Then after grabbing the steel bar that was
now shining with particles of silver over the end of it, he’d ran
back with it and tried to wedge it underneath the door.

Claudius instantly stepped forwards and then
after taking the bar from him, the mountain of muscle in his deep
bear furs took a second and using all of his beastly power,
suddenly the door and its frame started to come away from the
concrete that was surrounding it.

Laouse didn’t wait though, and as soon as
there was a sufficient gap for him to squeeze through, he’d charged
inside.

The first thing that he’d seen as he’d
entered though, had shocked him.

Out of sight from the gap that he’d looked
through before they’d opened the door, there was another prisoner
there that was a spitting image of the Bavarian behind him, only
due to his age there was no beard and he was much smaller too.

Claudius after throwing the door to his side
had charged in to the cell too, then as he’d seen his son suspended
there in silver shackles, he was consumed with the relief that he’d
finally found him, and that he was alive.

Then in response and as he’d seen his son’s
eyes flickering as they’d tried to open, a tear had rolled down his
cheek.

Claudius’ son was alive.

Then reaching forwards, he’d instantly thrown
his arms around him and gave him a massive hug.

In response, and as soon as his son had felt
the bear furs against his skin, which immediately flooded his brain
with the warm and happy memories of his life before, suddenly he’d
opened his weary eyes and looked up lovingly into his fathers face,
saying,

“Papa you saved me.”

Claudius as he’d heard his little Bavarian
voice, suddenly and through all his might and power, found it
impossible to resist the massive overpowering feelings that
consumed him, and in response he’d burst into tears.

Meanwhile Laouse who was desperately trying
to wake his best mate, found that he couldn’t because the big man
who was hanging there naked with his arms up behind his head, was
out of it.

The scientists had drugged him with MX10
fearing his power and were thrown into a situation because they
couldn’t dissect him drugged, and wouldn’t dare go near him when he
was awake. So they’d lied to Adolf and said to him that as they
were calibrating their machines, they’d needed a few days before
they could start cutting off his limbs.

Then in response, Adolf who had just seen the
two godly sized security guards dissected only a day beforehand,
and was also desperate to find immortality, accepted their story
and decided that he’d leave Kaine in the cells until they were
ready.

Now though Laouse was busy checking Kaine’s
body for vital signs, and looking at the deep gashes that had been
inflicted upon him, whilst opening his friend’s eyelids to see his
eyes too.

The big man’s eyes were seriously bloodshot,
and apart from clearly showing that he’d been suffering tormentous
levels of mental pain, Laouse was also aware from the lifeless
staring, that his best mate was out of it, and for now there was no
one home.

Then after grabbing the metal bar from
Claudius who’d just smashed his son Bonyious’ shackles, Laouse
freed his mate from the heinous restraints too.

Then together all four of them left the cells
and went up to join Dracus.

Once outside and after sitting him up against
the wall next to Dracus and partially waking the big man with
something from Laouse’s pocket, they’d only then realized the
deeply sad, and horrifying truth about where Regina was.

Kaine had opened his deeply bloodshot eyes
and then as tears were already forming inside of them, he’d
mumbled,

“They’ve killed my wife, Regina my beautiful
wife, she’s gone.”

A moment past and then as his words had aired
up into the night sky, suddenly the ground beneath them all began
to tremble and demons that were already in three dimensional shape,
suddenly appeared from the coalescing shadows around them.

Claudius looked at Laouse in shock, and then
in response his son dived into his father’s arms for
protection.

Dracus launched himself up from the ground
and with anger strewn across his face; he’d reached down for his
quiver.

The bowman whilst he’d been running earlier,
and before he’d met up with Claudius and Laouse plus the priest,
and after the werewolves had nearly eaten him, he’d returned for
his quiver of cursed arrows that he’d sworn that he’d never use
again.

The reason that he’d dumped them was because
every time he’d touched them, he could feel through his leather
gloves the deathly curse that they’d held. It was little by little
penetrating through and seeping into him, and starting to control
him, turning him into something that he knew he didn’t want to
be.

Only with Satan around and because he’d
remembered that the horned bastard had succumbed to them once
before in Paris, he’d had no choice but to return for them, because
they were their only defence against him if he’d appeared before
them as he was clearly about to do now.

Then as the demons started to approach them,
Claudius turned with his son and after realising that the mile
square tarmac was too far to run before Satan appeared, and fearing
that launching his wings out from behind himself to fly upwards
would also get them killed, he’d turned and started running across
to the hanger door.

The demons had spotted him though, and then
before he could get inside with his son Bonyious, they’d swarmed
the entrance and blocked it taking the form of a massive black
cloud.

*****

Then leaping up from a huge fireball that
burst out of the ground only fifty feet away from them, the hideous
horned bastard appeared.

His face was twisted into a mask of cruel
hate and his eyes were so fierce that even Medusa wouldn’t dare to
look into them. The prince of darkness had hideously distended
veins that were now pulsating down his face, his temples, his neck,
his arms and seemingly everywhere.

Satan was furious and from his demeanor
previously, it had seemed that to look at him now, it was as if
he’d gone back to hell and had another fix of steroids too. His
muscles were far bigger and his flames far greater than they’d been
the last time when he’d risen up to kill the Germans.

After Raffious had his wild sorcery battle
with Mr. Satan and lost a dismally, the old boy was then sucked
deep beneath the ground in his white robes. Only as the ground had
suddenly closed up over him again, his conscious thoughts were then
consumed with flames.

Then as the intense flames had partially
cleared and he was finally able to see past them again, he’d
realized that he was in an inferno full of wild flames that were
bursting up thousands of feet all around him. Only as he’d then
looked down and seen that he was standing on a lump of granite that
was hurtling at unbelievable speeds into hell, he’d suddenly shit
himself.

Swallowing deeply at the site whilst also
passing his hand across his brow to wipe away the rivers of sweat
that were forming, and also discarding his flaming outer robe, he’d
found that wild terror was coursing through his veins.

Then to save himself as he could now see the
shape of hell looming in the shallow distance beneath him, he’d
instantly raised his arms above him and then summoned his get me
the hell out of here spell, only nothing happened. Then after many
more failed attempts at casting other spells, and as the rock that
he was standing on had started making a grinding sound as it was
slowing down, Raffious finally succumbed to the horrifying belief
that he was going to be a long staying guest in Satan’s hotel of
doom.

Then once he’d bounced his chest off the
rocks like Regina had, and then found that his hands were also
flaming before him, suddenly thousands of screaming demons had
swarmed him in their intensity.

A second had past and then as his vision of
the lava pools was suddenly masked by them, still he was aware
though that his arms had been grabbed from behind and that he was
moving. Only as he’d tried to look all he could see as they’d moved
around him in their thousands, was the blackness in front of him
flickering.

Then once he’d realized that he was stopping,
and then saw the blackness clearing in front of him; the next thing
he’d experienced was him self hurtling through the air, and then
slamming exceptionally hard into a solid rock wall.

The force of the impact as he’d smashed his
face into it had instantly broken his nose, and then like white
dice on a board game, when his jaw had also broken a millionth of a
second afterwards, four or five bloodied teeth had shattered in
tiny pieces across the floor too.

Then as he’d fallen backwards from five feet
up and then landed heavily on his shoulder and snapped his collar
bone, he’d felt what he would define as searing pain. Only he’d not
realized that in truth if he’d compared it to what was about to
come, it was actually just a tickle.

All the while Raffious could hear intense
screaming that was coming from the corner of the cell, but still
looking for the exit he’d ignored it, and then leapt up to charge
out the door instead. Only as he’d got to his feet he’d seen the
door slam shut, and then as he’d reached it to scream through the
open flap hole, that was shut in his face too.

Then as his legs had weakened and he’d felt
somewhat defeated, and just before he’d turned to greet his
cellmate, he’d looked down at his sandals beneath him and spat out
another tooth out and a mouthful of blood too.

Then overcome with the sound of screaming
from just a few feet away, finally he’d turned around to see who
was making it, and was horrified to see that it wasn’t a person as
such, it was flames in the shape of a person instead.

Then coming up from the floor were chains
that went to glowing red shackles that were clamped to each of its
flaming limbs, holding the being there in tremendous heat and
obviously terribly agonizing pain.

Raffious didn’t know what to say and wanted
to scream shut up, but could easily see why the being was
screaming, and truly doubted that his words would do anything
anyway. He’d just hoped that he wasn’t set on fire the same as that
poor soul whoever it was. They must have done something very bad in
their previous life, he’d thought.