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Project Delilah	By : AvaGardnersWhiskeyBottle Category: +A through F > Doom Views: 5232 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Note: Valefor is the summoner from chapter three who can read minds.
"You’re awfully quiet… are you to be the sacrificial lamb going to the slaughter?”
Delilah hung her head and cried but Bael pulled her head up roughly.
“I swear I didn’t talk to him about anything! I swear!”
His blade pressed against the soft spot just beneath her sternum and his face lowered close to hers. The cross she was bound to was at just the perfect height for him to do such a thing. “Don’t tell anyone this but I really like you…” his left horn touched her right one “… and I know this is an unusual way of showing that affection…” the blade traveled down slowly to the smooth lips in between her legs and parted them delicately “… but the other alternative is to slowly bleed you out on my cock…” She trembled from the exquisite pain of the long cut, which was intensified by the tingly warmth of hellfire and her own demented desire to be brought low. She wanted this, this is exactly what she had thought about at Phobos Lab—
Her chin was suddenly caught in his hand and her face lifted to look at the reddish-pink barons in the distance. “You see them over there? The red ones, thank the Dark Lord I don’t look like that anymore… they want your blood… I’m only going through the motions for their sake… understand?” He spoke with an unexpected tenderness and looked at her with pity when she started to cry.
“You just made it sound like this has nothing to do with my father when I told you that we discussed nothing important! So what is this about?”
“What you did, whether you realize it or not, is desertion. That’s not something to be taken lightly, especially among a royal guard.”
“B-but… I didn’t know any of this! Besides, I don’t even fight that well!”
“You were with Abaddon and Ashtaroth long enough to know the rules. If they kept you among our ranks for that long, it means that you fought well enough and were deemed worthy to remain with us.”
She sputtered for more reasons as to why she should more or less be the exception to the rule and came up empty. “I-I… this has got to be about me and my father! All we talked about was the sigils on my skirt and how I ended up in Hell but then some cacodemons that follow me around interrupted us and I sent them away!”
“Like I said before, this isn’t about you and your father. I don’t care if you two take over hell and breed unicorns with cacodemons. It’s the act of leaving that has to be punished—”
“When are you going to rip the bitch to pieces?!” a baron asked angrily, pushing his way past the others. He was a red one and had never liked Delilah. “She should already be bleeding!” When his hand went for her left horn to break it off as a sign of dishonor, Bael sliced his head off cleanly with a fiery blade. Blood showered onto Delilah and she watched with horror and confusion as Bael smeared her with the blood pouring from the baron’s neck.
“What the hell are you doing?!” she shrieked when his hands palmed her breasts and skillfully flicked her clit. “Are you condemning me more—” Two fingers slid into her mouth and she instinctively sucked off the blood. He smeared blood and saliva on her face then slapped her lightly, three little smacks in a row.
“There you go, now you’re pretty, now I can split you open on my cock, right, sweetheart?” He laughed and growled deep in his chest when she tried to bite his fingers.
“Is there anyone else who would disagree with my choice of punishment for the Slayer’s daughter?” Bael asked the other barons, who all stood with their heads lowered. They pawed the ground with their hooves and answered with a collective “no.”
“All right, then, gentlemen… shall we proceed?”
The barons closed in on her, claws and teeth nipping, barbs scraping and teasing her entrances. The cross was designed to allow easy access to her orifices and the barons used this to their advantage to enter her two and three at a time.
“My Lord, are you going to go through with it?” Moloch said softly to Bael, who stood a distance away from the revelry.
Bael rubbed his blades together slowly, his eyes fixed on the flames. “Of course, I will… I must… it is for her own sake as well as for ours…”
The other barons stepped aside when Bael and Moloch approached Delilah. She was filthy, covered in blood and the ejaculations of thirty-one barons. Bael and Moloch would make it thirty-three.
“You like this, whore?”
She nodded her head slowly, her eyes half-closed. “Yeah…”
“Awww, that’s what I thought… here’s more for you, by the way…”
They entered her simultaneously with a hard thrust and maintained a brutal rhythm until they came. Bael’s cock penetrated her womb and she moaned deep in her throat while her head was held down so she could watch. Sweat had mixed with the dead baron’s blood and the others’ cum on her body. The hellfire that engulfed the cross only aroused her further and she screamed while her belly bulged from Bael’s girth. The friction from their barbs was enough to drive her wild and she cried from the hellish pleasure that it brought. Her holes dripped magma-like fluid as she was let down from the cross. She thought it odd that she wasn’t on it for longer but thought about it no longer when Bael took her by the hair and shoved his cock down her throat. Her tongue worked around the barbs as she opened her throat to accommodate him and she heard the low growl that he gave when she suddenly released him from her mouth and sucked on the skin where sac met shaft. She licked the whole length of his cock from the base to the glans then took him all the way into her mouth. His knuckles scraped her scalp when her cheeks hollowed and she sucked him loudly. She squeezed his enormous balls and tried to ignore the strange look in his eyes. Had he not hinted at torturing her? Had he forgotten? Changed his mind? He held her face firmly pressed to his pelvis while he emptied himself, at least three times. She remained on her knees for some moments afterwards, breathing hard and looked up expectantly at him as to what he wanted her to do next.
He gently pulled on her hair so that she was in a standing position then struck at her upper thigh with a blade. At first, the shock of what he did didn’t immediately register with her and she stared down at her thigh stupidly. The pain exploded in her hip and kneecap and she crumpled to the ground messily. Amidst her shrill shrieks of pain, she was pulled up by the hair again and forced to stand on her broken leg. An arm blade pushed on the soft spot under her sternum and forced her to stop screaming.
“Listen to me, whore… I know you’re immune to hellfire but not to the piercing of my blade… unless you want to find out…” The blade pressed into her harder and she begged him to stop. “Stop your sniveling because I’m going to say this only once… you fuck with the barons, you fight with the barons, you bleed with the barons. That is an honor and a privilege… don’t forget that…” He let her drop cruelly and she struck her knee hard on the ground. She moaned in pain as she was picked up and taken away.
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She woke up in a dimly lit room to the sound of voices arguing...
“… I’m only tolerating you until she gets better… until then, if and only if I request to see you, stay out of my sight…”
“My Lord, you did what you swore to never do…”
“What I did to her was an act of mercy… I also killed a baron when he tried to break her left horn, so what does that tell you?”
There was a long pause.
“My Lord, I did not know that part…”
“Of course, you don’t. You weren’t there. So, the next time you wish to scold me about something, please take the time to know the whole story, not just bits and pieces.”
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“Ungrateful bastards… I should just make them all shoot laser beams out of their buttholes!”
She began to click rapidly on the keyboard when an invisible hand clamped down on hers. “NOOOOO!” shouted an equally invisible voice. She calmly looked up into the wild eyes of her father. After he materialized out of thin air, that is.
“I was just kidding… dad…” She waited until he popped his helmet off and ran his fingers through his short hair. “How did you find me here? Nobody knows about this place… I have it sealed off…”
“Do you want me to leave?”
“No… just make sure that nobody else finds out… well, none of the demons, I mean…”
He stood tensely and drummed his fingers on his helmet.
“Who’s the Dark Lord?” she asked suddenly.
“Why do you ask?”
“Just curious… the barons serve and protect an unseen and unknown entity… I find that intriguing… and since I have been claimed by the barons as one of their own, I too protect this… entity… or maybe he’s more of a deity…”
The Slayer scratched his neck nervously. “How’s, um, how’s your experiments with the demons? Are you going to revive the Titan or the Cyberdemon some time soon?”
Delilah tapped her fingernails on the edge of the keyboard. “That probably wouldn’t be a bad idea…” She clicked some keys then turned her attention to some screens that showed different parts of Hell through the eyes of several demons.
“How did you do that?”
“I planted chips inside them that allow me to see through their optic nerves… it’s just a few steps away from mind control…”
“Why don’t you do it?”
“Because I’d rather do some things the old-fashioned way… I want to see if I can get them to heed my commands… but, you know, to start off small, like training a pet…”
“You had those cacodemons eating out of your hand…”
“Yeah, well, that’s how it starts…”
“… Exactly…”
He gave her such a strange, intense look that it frightened her.
“Is everything all right…?”
“… Yeah, everything’s fine… just peachy…” he scratched his neck again then glanced at her, “what exactly do you want to know about the Dark Lord?”
“Why is he so… mysterious… why has nobody seen him?”
This she asked to test him, for she had read all the codices about the Dark Lord. Nevertheless, she listened intently while he explained the story of creation up until the point of Davoth’s destruction.
“Partial destruction, I should say…”
“… Okay… and why haven’t you completely destroyed him up until now?”
“I barely found this out recently… it’s a good thing because then you would’ve been destroyed…”
“I’m not fully demon, though…”
“… You have enough of their blood to make me want to hold back…”
More than enough, she thought to herself. She sensed that he held back something, something dark… the codices said that the Dark Lord wasn’t so much a king as a warrior who was feared because of his fierceness. Didn’t the demons fear her father? Was he the Dark Lord?
“I see…” She put her face in her hands then brushed her hair aside. “I don’t know what to tell you anymore… the barons found me on Phobos Labs… I think they would pursue me anywhere I go… the only alternative I can think of is go back to Lazarus Labs and try to get this demon blood out of me. I don’t know how long it would take or what it would do to me… it might kill me or leave me in a braindead state… all I can say for sure is that I can’t be seen leaving Hell or else I’m done… I know for sure the barons will kill me… I know the codes for the machine there at Lazarus so… I just need someone to enter them in for me.”
“Are you sure you want to do that? You just said you could die…”
“What choice do I have? That’s the only thing I can think of so that you can put an end to all of this.”
He nodded solemnly then surprised her when he gave her a hug. “I love you, Delilah… and thanks for the invisibility, it’s very useful…” He popped his helmet on quickly before she could say anything and she watched him teleport out of there.
She sat in her chair, all alone. “I love you, too…”
After a few moments, she turned back to the keyboard. There was only one other way that the invisibility could have been passed on to him and that was copulation with a demon. Since she knew that he would never screw a demon, it meant one thing and one thing only.
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“Stupid Titan!”
“Stupid hell!”
“Stupid… everything!”
She had perched on top of the decaying head of the Titan then walked forward and slid. She grabbed at the horn, thinking it would hold, but it broke off and she fell. She landed in the stinky mud and made a face of disgust as she slowly stood up. Upon closer inspection of the horn, she noticed that something stuck out. It was a scroll and glowed when she opened it.
“I, Davoth, Ruler of Hell, shall call forth out of the darkness one in my name. I shall be in him and he in me. He shall raise the sword against my people and spill their blood…” Delilah lowered her voice because it felt like someone was listening. “… after—” the text was smeared with either blood or mud or some other substance, “… refining fire…” the text was blurred out again with an unknown substance. “… I shall strike back at him with his own seed. She shall be his downfall—”
She tore her eyes away from the scroll and held it clenched in her hand. After several moments, she peeked at the bottom corner of the scroll.
“… the Slayer and I are one.”
The more she thought about it, the more she wondered…
Had that scroll been purposefully hidden inside the Titan’s horn? Because otherwise it made no sense how it got there. Her father had also mentioned the Cyberdemon, so she went to go examine its remains.
“What is this? Confessions of the Dark Lord, part two?” she muttered to herself. Tucked away inside the rocket launcher of the Cyberdemon was another scroll.
“The Father and I have agreed upon a plan to cleanse me and my people of our transgressions. I begged him time and again to utterly destroy me but he refuses. I would lay down my life for my people. Therefore, we are to suffer, to be purged and refined until the fulfillment—”
Delilah growled in frustration and flipped the scroll over but there was no more text. She hastily tucked it inside her top and opened a portal back to the barons’ lair. After she walked to her private chamber and put the scroll inside a small chest, she joined the barons outside for an invasion of earth. Valefor, the summoner who had been Abaddon’s advisor, floated past her. She immediately changed her thoughts to unicorns and rainbows. The summoner stopped as she continued on her way to the barons.
The tendrils of the Dark Lord’s touch lurked underneath the unicorns and rainbows…
The vision that followed the discovery of the scrolls was enough to, as the barons would say, bend her horns out of shape. In her vision, she saw the Dark Lord from behind, in a dark mist. His body was covered in markings and there was one in particular that caught her eye. It was in the left center of his back. A woman’s hand slowly slid up the side of his body and dug her fingernails specifically in that marking. She saw a bare leg curl around his waist then the perspective changed. She was the woman underneath the Dark Lord. And the red eyes that gazed so piercingly into hers were those of her father.
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