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Project Delilah	By : AvaGardnersWhiskeyBottle Category: +A through F > Doom Views: 5144 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Abaddon and Ashtaroth were killed during an invasion of the earth and left the barons in disarray. Delilah used the opportunity to abandon their cruel ranks and wandered through Mars and earth, looking for a new place to call home. In her quest to do so, she happened upon an ex who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Her anger was kindled and she toyed with him like a cat with a mouse. After a while, she got bored and unfastened her top.
“You want some of this now, don’t you?”
“Delilah, babe, you know I love you, I never meant to cheat on you!”
“Oh, sure, now you say that! Well, whoever she was, I hope she enjoyed sucking your tiny penis!” She picked him up and threw him so that his head was at the same level of her breasts and crushed it. This was about the same time that she heard an odd choking sound. She snuck over quietly to the sound and froze when she saw who it was.
“Gaaaaaaggghhh…” The Slayer was doubled over with the beginnings of laughter, a phenomenon that occurred to him once every century or so.
“Are… are you okay?” she asked timidly.
He hyperventilated for several moments then laughed again.
“What’s so funny?” This time, she peeked out from behind the wall where she hid.
“That… that thing you were doing…” he put his hands in front of his chest like he was cupping two breasts and pretended to smash them together “… it was perfect!”
Had this conversation been between any other father and daughter, the daughter would have been creeped out to know that her father had watched her crush the skull of an ex-boyfriend between her breasts but given the circumstances and given who her father was and how there was literally nothing else to talk about, she was grateful that there was at least this crumb, this one small chance.
“Oh… okay, well, I, um, he… I went out with him while I was in college and he cheated on me when I was going through a rough time… he really broke my heart…”
“… I… I’m sorry to hear that… I wish I could’ve been there for you…”
To the Slayer, it all sounded like a bunch of bullshit but what else was there to say? He hadn’t known that she existed up until a few weeks ago.
“… Delilah, will you get your demonic ass over here so I can talk to you face to face?”
She crept out of her hiding place and walked over to him but kept her distance.
“So, tell me, how did you end up in Hell?”
“I escaped from the lab on Mars and opened a portal which I thought would take me to earth but that wasn’t the case…”
She had an idea where this conversation could lead and she wanted to be careful to dance around the subject if and when it came up.
“And what did you do in Hell?”
While she thought of an answer, he looked her skirt up and down casually. “Are those your sigils?” He paced a few steps away from her and she saw his free hand clench into a fist. His helmet was held in his other hand. “Was my daughter such a badass in hell that she was given her own set of sigils that I might summon her to do my bidding?”
The way that he held her eyes in that moment felt like he buried the Crucible in her chest and twisted it. Oh, she knew what the Crucible was for and what it could do. It was the act of twisting and ripping the truth out of her that frightened her.
“Listen…” she said suddenly “maybe this wasn’t such a good idea, after all, I mean… we sort of just stumbled upon one another so maybe… we can, uh, just forget about each other…”
“Why are you suddenly in such a hurry to leave?”
She had taken a few cautious steps to the side and he stepped in front of her. “Because… all we’re going to talk about is demons and doom and what I got up to in Hell, which was not pretty… so, um, it was nice knowing you but I have to go…”
They suddenly heard the telltale hissing of cacodemons and the Slayer got his gun ready. “Don’t let them see you! They’re sort of an ongoing experiment… can I trust you to not shoot at them? Please?”
The Slayer reluctantly agreed and hid behind a wall while she called out to them.
“Come here, boys, come on… there you are, Rex, who’s a good boy?”
The Slayer saw an enormous cacodemon materialize from out of thin air. It was three times the size of a regular one and had seven eyes instead of just one. Four more of them appeared and it was then that he realized they had been invisible the whole time. And there had been no clue of their invisibility. There was no odd, wavy distortion of an outline of their shapes, no molecular disturbance in the atmosphere.
It was brilliant.
She took out some morsels of meat from her top and fed them then sent them on their way through a portal to Hell that she opened. The cacodemons immediately became invisible and gurgled and hissed as they floated away.
“… They tend to follow me around like I’m their parent…” she explained awkwardly when she told her father it was okay for him to come out. “… I, um, really have to go… if someone sees me talking to you, they’re going to snitch on me and I’ll be crucified as a traitor. I left the barons in a dishonorable sort of way…”
“That’s where you’re in such a rush to go back? To a place that would do that to you after what you’ve done for them?”
She shrugged her shoulders. “What have I done for them?”
“You don’t realize what you did?! I couldn’t see those damn things at all!”
“It’s nothing to get that excited about. It’s just a few cacodemons…”
“It’s going to spread like the plague among them. Is there any way you can reverse it?”
“Excuse me? No, I can’t reverse a change that permanently affects a demon’s genome. Besides, I did all my work in Hell and like I said earlier, I don’t really want to go back because I left the barons on uncertain terms. I don’t think I would be welcomed back with open arms.”
“There’s a base on Mars, Phobos Lab, where you can stay until I clean up the mess on earth… it’s not the best place but it’s the safest, for now, at least…”
“… All right, I’ll go…”
A few weeks later at Phobos Lab
There was blood and corpses everywhere. The computers were offline and looked like something very big had punched holes in them. He ran to the room where she’d secretly opened a portal from Hell to allow certain demons to come through so she could experiment on them. The doors were cracked open and it was dark for the most part except for the remnants of two barons that he’d never seen before. Dim yellow lights illuminated the base of the two large upright chambers filled with red fluid. The barons floating in the fluid were of a grayish-black color and had arm blades. Upon closer inspection, they almost seemed to be composed of stone—
He stepped back when their eyes moved to look directly at him. “Shit,” he swore under his breath when they stepped out from behind the chambers.
“Hello, big daddy, are you looking for someone?” the baron on the left asked as he flexed his arms and his arm blades became engulfed in hellfire.
“Tell me, Slayer…” the other said as he sparked his blades together “what’s the one thing you miss the most from your time as the father who never was? That you weren’t there to help Delilah pick out her first bra?” The last word was emphasized with the baron cupping his hands in front of his chest lewdly. The other baron guffawed and that’s when the Slayer lost it. He ran at the one who made the bra remark with his chainsaw and it did absolutely nothing. He was backhanded away like an annoying fly and got up and tried everything else on them.
“You know, Slayer, your daughter is such a slut for the very flames of Hell… she loves to lick my blades just like she loves to lick my cock…”
His back was against a wall as the barons insulted his daughter’s virtue, which he sensed was compromised the first time he saw her. There was one cell in the BFG-9000 and he aimed it their way. The barons pretended to yawn.
“Silly Slayer… come see us in Hell when you have something real to play with, not that toy… until then…”
He was picked up and hurled through the walls of the lab and landed outside the building. The barons were gone by the time he returned to the room where they’d fought and he looked for a clue as to the specific whereabouts of Delilah in Hell but there was nothing. He thought then that maybe if he had been a bit more cool-headed he could’ve asked the barons where she was. But what were the odds that they would’ve told him? Very slim to none. All hope was not lost, though, and this encounter with the barons gave him all the more reason to rip and tear through Hell.
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“Damn imp! Get out of my way!” The baron kicked impatiently at the lithe demon who skillfully jumped out of harm’s way then skittered nervously close to him.
“My lord, it’s trying to tell you something,” Moloch said to Bael, the hot-tempered leader of the fire barons.
Bael crossed his arms over his chest and barely restrained himself from crushing the obnoxious, chattering demon. It held its hands in front of its chest in the universal gesture of breasts and tried to pronounce Delilah’s name but all that came out was a raspy “Eeeh-lah.”
“Delilah?” Moloch guessed and the imp jumped up and down excitedly and clapped its hands.
“By the Dark Lord’s unholy balls, we’re at war, Moloch! I don’t have all day to decipher what this imbecile is trying to say!” He swiped at the imp with a fiery arm blade and it dodged out of the way.
“Damn your horns, Bael! Will you just be patient?!”
Moloch motioned to the tiny demon with his hand for it to continue relaying its message. It skittered cautiously towards them again then flexed its arms and turned its mouth down in a serious scowl. When it did a good imitation of the Slayer’s strutting walk, both of the barons laughed.
“Slayer,” Bael said and the imp jumped up and down so ecstatically that it looked like it was doing jumping jacks.
“Delilah and the Slayer…” Moloch said in a way to encourage the imp and it chattered while jumping and rasping “Mah! Mah! Mah!”
The barons looked at each other then took a wild guess.
“Mars…”
The imp went berserk with demonic glee that it was able to communicate Delilah’s location to what was left of her clan. It hopped from one foot to another as Bael tore off an arm from the corpse of the damned and handed it to her. She held it between her teeth and scurried away as the barons discussed a way to bring Delilah back to Hell. Even the lowliest imp knew that a demon can be taken out of Hell but Hell can’t be taken out of a demon.
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“Imps can talk and dance, or whatever she was doing back there… what next? Pretty soon there are going to be choirs of prowlers singing the praises of the Dark Lord…”
“My Lord, you can’t deny the fact that we have grown in power since she arrived. I suppose that power manifests itself in different ways in the other demons…”
Bael stopped and looked at Moloch. “I’ll swallow my own hooves before I give any credit for anything to the Slayer’s daughter. From what I heard, she was nothing but Abaddon’s and Ashtaroth’s whore. And now, I am obligated to take her as my own.”
The barons spoke casually while they made a fine mess of Phobos Labs. Bael wrecked a supercomputer by running his blade through the long dashboard and shocked himself in the process. Since the carapace on his body was composed of Blackstone, the electricity was neutralized by it and absorbed into the incendiary matter underneath. Nevertheless, he was jolted pretty badly and stood frozen with a maniacal grin plastered on his face while the electricity coursed through his body. For some unknown reason, the electrical shock heightened his senses and he growled low in his throat.
“She’s close by,” he whispered to Moloch, “I can taste her fear…” His forked tongue slowly slid out over sharp teeth and his balls dropped in anticipation.
“My Lord…? You’re indecent…”
“Don’t ‘my lord’ me, Moloch… baron calls to baron…” His forked tongue passed over his teeth again. “… even if she is illegitimate, she can’t deny what’s flowing through her veins…”
Bael growled deeper and deeper as they neared the room where Delilah hid and she cried softly when she heard their hoof steps outside the door. She had found a way to seal the door tightly shut by using her own fire to weld it.
“De-li-laaaaah…”
Long claws scratched slowly over the thick metal and she put her hands over her ears to muffle the sound. The noise stopped abruptly and she slowly put her hands down at her sides. She shook with fear and her mouth was dry and there was nowhere to run. There were no large vents or ducts that she could disappear into. She hated herself for not leaving the building when she had the chance, for she had heard the commotion of the barons on the opposite side of the labs and had ample time to escape. But something had come over her, something that she had no words for. It could not be explained to her father or a human being. It’s what kept her rooted to the spot and crying while Bael called to her softly.
“De-li-laaaaaaaah…”
She peeked out of the crack between the doors she had broken and watched as a fiery blade punched through the thick metal. It cut a long line upwards then large hands tore and peeled away the metal. She heard the growls of frustration when the barons entered the large room and she was nowhere in sight. She was in a smaller room in the back with its own doors that opened horizontally.
“De-li-laaaaaaaaaaah…”
The soft, growly voice held so much dark, lush promise that she instinctively answered.
“Here I am, my lord, take me…”
She immediately clamped her hands over her mouth and curled up on the floor. She remembered the time when she was naked and in chains on Abaddon’s sigil and began to sob. She remembered the disgusting sound of the baron’s leg breaking and the heart wrenching sound of pain afterwards.
And that’s what tore at her on the inside. She was always at war in her mind and in her heart because she had enough demon blood to cause her to sympathize with the other denizens of Hell and since she had been an overall kind and compassionate human, the sound of pain being uttered, whether by man or animal or demon, decimated her.
Then there was big, bad daddy Slayer blood, which…
Made her want to fight and kill and tear out hearts but…
Against whom should that anger be directed?
That’s the side of her that she fought the most and usually won because she never knew the man who was the source of that unspeakable rage.
“De-li-laaaaaaaaaaaah…”
Her name was growled seductively next to the broken door and she suddenly snapped to. If she wanted to make it out alive and not end up on a crucifix in hell, then she needed to get her shit together. She sat up as quietly as she could and yelped when a fiery blade thrust precisely between the small crack of the doors. The hand underneath it unfurled slowly, curved black claws clicked lightly on the inside of the door. She trembled with fear as the ground rumbled from his weight shifting and the blade inched ever closer to her face. A crucifix burned in front of her eyes when the hand clamped over her mouth and stayed there.
All that could be heard was their breathing.
Amidst all the gloom and doom swirling in her mind about being crucified, (she briefly entertained the thought of being split open on a baron’s cock while on a cross and what a voluptuous crucifixion that would be) the revelation that hellfire did not burn slowly dawned on her.
“Delilah…” the baron growled in such a deep voice it sounded like thunder. There was a sultriness to it that made her head want to explode. How could she ever explain to anyone what it felt like to have the curved claws of a baron slowly rake over her skin without actually scratching her? That sort of finesse and self-control was usually attributed to the most skilled lovers of the male human species.
Pffft.
“Not so, my lord…” Delilah said dazedly in a husky voice that was loud enough for the baron to hear. His touch was awakening a fever in her, a fever that could only be quenched by the hellfire that he emitted. She heard a loud puff of breath on the other side of the door, similar to that of a bull. His fingers caressed her jaw and neck then pulled teasingly at the collar of her shirt. Sharp claws pressed into her skin deep enough to not draw blood daringly close to her nipple then pulled away. Tormentor of tormentors, he knew what he was doing.
Delilah breathed hard, borderline hyperventilation, as the doors were torn apart and in walked Bael. He towered over her, arm blades blazing with hellfire, and pronounced his sentence upon the Slayer’s daughter.
“Prepare the cross for her, Moloch.”
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