The serpents den (Reader x Sir Pentious)

Chapter 13: An example

The doors behind the crimson demon seemed to slam closed all on their own the moment he was fully inside the room, though the one white haired girl tried to enter before it was too late she ended up locked out with the other. A few soft bangs and swears softly echoed out behind him but quickly fell silent. Pentious pulled you up and kept pushing you behind him so he could put himself between you and the demon in front of him. Though he tried to recover he was shaking down to the tip of his tail, though you didn't know why he was completely terrified of the entity that had entered. "A-alastor, w-what a surprise. I never expected you to-" he could barley talk as the demon quickly approached, that same smile on his face but his eyes were narrowed as he glared at you. "So, you're the little demi sue that's recently fallen. I'd say it's a pleasure to meet you but that would be a lie now wouldn't it" his voice had a radio like crackle to it leaving it as distorted as it was energetic. "Demi sue?" you hardly had the time to even think as he set a hand on Pentiouss shoulder and quickly pushed him aside as if he was nothing but a rag doll in his way. Wide eyes watching in anger and fear as the serpent hit the floor, damn near hitting his head against the wall in the process. The eggs that were nearby seemed to be frozen still. A growl worked its way into your throat as shaky legs made an attempt to move back towards the fallen serpent, that same growl turned to choke you to a fear filled silence as a gloved hand wrapped around your wrist. A panicked yelp escaped you as you felt the raw power of his grip start to pinch and crush flesh between your own bones. "I must say, you've gotten yourself and Pentious in quite a bit of trouble now, haven't you. Then again that is what your type is known for isn't it" he growled out. You had no idea what he was talking about, you could only assume that he was referring to the demon type that you happened to be but it seemed to go beyond that. He was glaring down at you and though he was smiling his eyes told a different story all together, it was as if he couldn't stand to look at you, couldn't stand to talk to you, couldn't stand the fact that you existed at all. You had never seen such hatred in a person's eyes before. "Just take Cherri and let her go" Alastor didn't even seem to acknowledge the Serpent as he staggered back up, that plea of his only confirming in your mind that this was not someone to mess around with. "P-please, I'll show her where sh-" you were cut off as a sickening crack and rush of scorching fire rang out from your wrist leaving a louder yelp and a few tears to escape you. "Oh, I think not, you're not getting off the hook that easily" his voice sounded even more distorted than it did before, blinking away a tear let vision fall upon darker dial like eyes. "Frankly my deer, I'm growing tired of these shenanigans. Always causing trouble, playing with others as if you own them, and somehow having everything turn out in your favor. True, I do it as well but not with such reckless abandon. I think it's about time an example was made and what better place than here in this chapter of your life" the entire room seemed to shroud itself in a cold darkness. "P-please, I'm sorry. I'm sorry! Don't do-" trying to pull away did nothing as the sick cracking rang out once again, pain crying out and rocketing up your arm as his grip kept tightening as though he was trying to turn your very bones into dust. Pleas feel on deaf ears, eyes blinked away tears to try and see if Pentious was going to help assist you but you could no longer see him in the room. Primal instincts making the moves on your behalf for self-preservation, claws darted for your coat pocket to try and grab hold of the gun. In an instant something hard struck your head leaving a high-pitched ringing to echo out inside your skull as you fell back onto the steps, a sick pressure seeming to build up behind your eyes. Despite the noise you could still hear him speak as though he was in your own head "Now now child, You'll have no such luxury of fighting back. If you try you'll regret it dearly" Another horrid crack and wave of fiery pain erupted from your chest letting a more animalistic howl to escape from your lips. Just the act of yelling made the pain worse but what was more frightening was the little bubbly crackle and specks of blood that followed with it. The agony was blurring your vision but nothing was there to drown it out and leave everything to fall to darkness. Every breath drawing more pain, every cough drawing more blood, every second feeling like an eternity as he kept looking down at you with those crimson eyes. "Yes it is rather unpleasant but you're not experiencing any real pain, not like this anyway. It's rather unfortunate when you think about it, despite my efforts I can't find any meaningful way to hurt you" an icy orb weighed down your chest as be brought the end of his microphone down onto your leg. Eyes dared not to look but with another horrid crack and shockwave of pain it was clear that the bone was broken and bent out of place, If he was calling this merely unpleasant then only lucifer knew what he considered to be real pain. "This is just something to keep you down for a while. I am an entertainer after all! what fun would it be if I just ended this with one swift bite or slash with a holy blade? It wouldn't be very fun now would it? No, what I have in mind is something far better" his voice seemed more enthusiastic then before. You expected him to rip you open, you expect him to keep hitting you, you expected him to drag you off to some far corner and flay you alive, what you didn't expect was for him to just turn his back on you and softly start to hum to himself. Two undamaged limbs tried to pull the rest of the body away from the demon but even all you could manage was to roll off the stairs and plop down onto the carpeted floor, another painful growl escaping you as you felt broken bone fragments further cut you up from the inside out. Blood filled tears streaming down your face as you laid there, the pain enough to keep you next to paralyzed. It wasn't long though before A familiar voice hissed out in panic, that hiss managed to draw away a portion of the fear that help freeze down blood coated limbs "Alright that's enough! Just take her and leave us!" Eyes watched as Pentious slithered back into the room and pushed the cyclops towards Alastor. Her arms were tied behind her back and there was a gag in her mouth but at least she was somewhat clothed with his dark jacket "Do you honestly think anyone gives a damn about that little pyromaniac?" the hope seemed to drain from the snake's pink eyes as Alastor spoke. He pointed his now bloodied microphone towards the door, what had been used to restrain Cherri seemed to come undone in an instant as she darted towards freedom. She didn't even have any words to say as she quickly dashed out the door, for a split second you could see her run into the girls outside before the light of hell was cut off once again. "There, you have what you want. Come now Alastor let's be reasonable about this" his words were more of a plea than anything. A dark static filled chuckle seemed to escape from the taller demon as the end of his microphone jabbed itself into your back, another blood-filled cry escaped you as a chunk of broken rib was pushed further into your lung. Pentious looked frozen as if he didn't know what to do, even his little sentient hat seemed to be shaking. "Reason was cast aside the moment you came into contact with this creature" Alastor growled. "Besides, I think I've kept you all waiting long enough, It's time for the real show to start. Brace yourselves folks' things are about to get graphic!" Sir Pentious let out a hiss at the remark. Claws and fangs showing their true nature as his hood popped out, the eggs seemed to snap out of their petrified state at the sight of his more demonic snake like nature. Alastor pulled his microphone off you and took a step towards Pentious, one step and the eggs seemed to yell, two steps and you propped an arm under yourself, three steps and Pentious lunged forward. That same speed that put an end to Cherri was now practically nothing, in the blink of an eye he was on the floor with Alastors hand wrapped around his neck. The mess of eggs darted forward with reckless abandoned, you could only watch in horror as a dark mass seemed to emanate from the demon and lash out leaving the once clean room to be drenched in yolk. "Come on regen damn it!" Pulling the gun from your pocket you could only watch as claws sunk deep into flesh and began raking themselves down the snake's body. That same off-color blood trailing from the base of his neck to the end of his tail spitting several of his eyes open in the process and revealing the dark grays of internal organs and muscle, you could tell he wanted to scream but with a hand on his throat nothing came out. Prying the gun from under you there was no time to even think of putting the little laser light on. All you could do was aim for crimson, in the same moment the trigger was pulled Alastor pulled up Pentious in the blink of an eye and held him in front letting the small red blast strike your serpent in the back. A wave of ice let the metallic gun slip for your hand as you saw what he had done "Is it sinking in yet?" Alastor growled as he slammed Pentious back against the ground. His strangle hold fading for a moment letting Pentious cough and hiss out in agony as Alastor stood back up. "Every action has a reaction, Every choice a consequence, so many of you little sinners end up forgetting that one constant" He slammed the edge of his microphone down onto the serpent's chest, your stomach turned in disgust, rage, and horror as you heard the eye that lingered there pop with the crack of bones. "S-stop" your voice hardly came out as more than a bloody whisper, desperate to help him you bit back a howl of agony as you forced yourself onto your hands and knees. Anger, fear, and pain morphing the body and mind, though sore and stinging in agony you could feel horns and claws grow larger with wraths assistance. While vision was blurry with tears and pain you could still see them "What are you going to do about it my little fawn? Try to fight?" claws dug into the yolk stained carpet as you watched him smack Pentious on the head with the microphone, a blood bubbling hiss hardly being able to escape from his throat as his head was dented inwards. "Come on then" Alastor called, a low growl escaped your throat as you got up slightly. Despite the pain in your wrist you kept it on the ground to support yourself, an animal on three legs but still somewhat up. Swallowing a breath you forced yourself to lunge forward claws outstretched but prepared to retract if he tried the same trick twice. A bloody hand grabbed your neck and yanked you upwards, before you could even register what was happening a tearing pain ran across your side to the other end. That same horrid feeling as before pooling from you as you were thrown up against the wall, that unmistakable feeling of something sliding out of place. The only difference was that this time you had no comfort, no towel to hide the sight of your own organs spilling out, and you didn't stop yourself from trying to scream "Hmm? What's this, I thought you were going to fight me" tears only added to the misery as they pooled down your face and into the cut, one claw swipe alone almost enough to hack you in half. Trembling hands couldn't even find the strength to move as flesh fell to ice, though you wanted to vomit at the sight of seeing the grays of your own intestines again their wasn't the strength to do so. There was nothing that could be done as Alastor picked up Pentious by the neck and held him in front of you, the claw marks down his body practically spurting out a waterfall of blood. "No, god please no. I'm sorry" thoughts could only beg as Alastor rakes his claws across the snakes chest again, his weak flails soon growing still. "I'm sorry!" a sickening crack rang out as claws worked their way under bones and ripped him further open exposing the chest cavity and the organs that tired t hide under bone fragments and muscle. "Say, would you like to know a little secret that Pentious neglected to tell you" you really didn't want to but words could no longer form, even if they could they would be choked sobs. "Everyone knows that a demon can die from a holy weapon or at the hands of a angel but what people don't know is that cannibalism also kills." You didn't like where this was going, a cry tried to leave your throat but all that came out was a mess of faint coughs and blood. "Please no, god please" you thought to yourself, Alastor's grin seemed to widen at your apparent panic. "Though I prefer venison I do recall adder tasting rather nice despite it's bitterness" A dark laugh escaped him as he brought his head down towards the serpent's neck. Fangs grazed over scales slicing them open to add a few more drops to the pool that formed below them. The faint click of the door handle and the faint crimson light of hell the only saving grace to be given to you "Hey, are you guys still tal..." You watched Alastor drop Pentious as the blonde girl stepped inside. She immediately seemed to cover her mouth as she looked over the damage "Oh, so sorry Charlie I didn't mean to keep you waiting but there were matters that had to be attended to! Don't worry though these two won't be getting into any more trouble from now on" It was as if the demon just flipped a switch as he walked over to the girl, still coated in blood but acting like nothing had happened. That malevolent smile and eyes full of distain completely gone. Not even giving two shit about the blood he casually put a hand on her shoulder and spun her around back towards the door, for a moment you feared that he was going to shove her outside and finish the job but he walked out with her. Closing the door behind him the light of hell once again faded leaving you and Pentious to bleed there in the chandlers speckled light. Eyes darted back towards Pentious, the sight of him just lying there limp on the ground was heartbreaking but you couldn't move. Tears kept blurring already darkening vision, while Pentious had said that demons could regenerate after a fight you had no idea if Alastors claws were ones that could put you into the grave. Then again with the gash in your stomach if it was going to kill you it would have done so already. Minutes ticked by in silence seeming to last an eternity. It might have taken half an hour but things started to snap back into place, the bones in your wrist popped back into place as flesh melted to perfection. After a few more minutes the pain in your head subsided and your ribs popped back into place, finally being able to breath normally you opted to get to Pentious. Pushing yourself off from the wall claws dug into the carpet as you tried to pull yourself forward, inch by inch. It was hell having the carpet brush against the gash in your stomach and tickle internal organs but the egg yolk helped to keep it from being worse. Bone snapped into place once again as your leg reformed and soon you were able to rest your head near his.

Authors notes Edit: The reason Alastor hates the insert so much is because as a fourth wall breaker he knows that she is not supposed to be there and that some outside force, Aka me, is manipulating the world to lean in her favor. He also knows that you all are reading about the insert and following her tale. He doesn't care about the video, Pentious, or even the insert, Alastor in this scenario was after us using the insert to take jabs at both You readers and me as the writer. This display was just him getting a rare chance to attempt to scare and or worry you all as readers as well as throw a few lines directly at you "Yes it is rather unpleasant but you're not experiencing any real pain, not like this anyway. It's rather unfortunate when you think about it, despite my efforts I can't find any meaningful way to hurt you" being one. While he can't do much in typing what better way to hurt the viewers that to harm the snake boy that you all came here to read about. Also the "Demi sue" thing was basically just calling the insert a discount marry sue, a small jab at myself by having Alastor call me a bad writer.