Anyways, on with the fun.
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Warning explicit (if just gory) content all Masochists please stay calm
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Even as the great disciple's note was settling, it was evident that his testament of dissatisfaction was true, as the shadows began closing in around the lone spike in the sperm, covered field. Time slowed down and a crow cawed conveniently
as Lord Sadia (that'll be my name once DoN has made the drafted name changer) strode towards Darvaleth's shattered form. Sadia took a quick look up and down the body and tutted. "He hasn't done a very good job, has he," he muttered to himself, "never mind, I'll soon sort it out." Black lightning crackled out his hand and, rising off the ground, he pulled Darvaleth off the spike and placed him on the floor, restoring life as he did so. A gasp of breath, and Darvaleth sat up, and blinked; warm, uncut, and, best of all, dry.
"Who are you?" Asked Darvaleth suspiciously, squinting up at the figure standing above him.
"I am Lord Sadia, Master of Torturer of the legions of the perverted one." whispered the husky voice, sounding like bones grating together. He was only visibly wearing a cloak, but of pure shadow that ate up the light of the candles, scattered around, and his face could not be seen, exept for a pair of raybands. "We have met briefly in the realms of the TVC OOC and even the Gunhearts OOC, which is where we are currently now." he said, gesturing to the shadowy countryside that they were standing in. One could see The disciple's massive fortress-tower, while Snowblood could be seen walking off into the light of the real world, where his wife was disapprovingly waiting. Very few warhammer players could go there and live. "But now I have come along to... finish what the disciple started, but only more... satisfyingly." The crow again decided to caw at that exact moment to add emphasis to Sadia's meaning.
Saidia picked up Darvaleth and walked over to a dead tree. Taking a scalpel out of his sleeve, taking it to darvaleth's forehead, Darvaleth bit his lip as Sadia cut a neat circle around Daevaleth's head, making a gory halo of blood. Sadia then proceded to hang 4 wires with hooks on the end of them of the branch of the tree. Darvaleth then cried out and made for an escape when he realised what was to happen, Sadia picked him up, turned him upside down, and pit each hook into a corner of his head, although only through the skin, and then hung him upside down. A good two hours went before Darvaleth ran out of strength to hold himself up by pulling himself up on the wires with his arms. When his strength failed him, his skin took the strain and began to peel slowly off his face, then his neck, then as the skin of his arms was turned inside out, darvaleth could not stop himself from pleading for mercy, death, anything. All the while Sadia sat there and watched, smiling to himself in great pleasure, this is what he enjoys, and does best, he thought. He fed off the pain and grew stronger. After Darvaleth had freed his arms (with a satisfying squelching noise) his torso and legs came off rather easily. Sadia looked down at the writhing, gibbering form on the floor, he had got beyond the screaming phase, that was premature, but good. Next phase, he thougt with heady anticipation.
Sadia picked up Daevaleth and hung him upnagain. This time by a hook through each eye socket (the eyes had been ripped out of their sockets with the skin, as were all the nails and toe nails). Leaving about a foot between darvaleth's fert and the ground, Sadia produced a sanding machine placed it, in motion, underneath Darvaleth. As Darveth was lowered, Sadia grinned when his feet touched the sanding machine and his body went rigid in pain. Rivers of blood were flowing out of his body and the place soon stank of several inches of stale blood. Sadia dipped his finger and tasted it. His eyes told of sudden delight. After the legs had been sanded off, the vital organs started to get hit, corrupt blood and urine bursting out of the liver and kidneys as they got burst respectively. Then the stomach got hit and a great cascade of acid and fell out of the body, Sadia was, by now, obviously using magic or science to keep Darvaleth alive. A particularly interesting noise was made as the lower jaw was ripped off and the new sound of the grinding of teeth was heard. Just before it was impossible to sustain life, Sadia restored a new body to Darvaleth for one final expieriment, he was not worthy enough for a third one, you see.
As Darvaleth lay on the floor, he looked up at Sadia and begged for unconsciousness even death, just to stop the pain. The shadowy figure looked down at him smiled. The show would be over soon enough, he thought, but not the pain. Sadia took out a spoon, needing to get rid of all the unfleshly parts of the bode that would not be affected by the poison. First he scooped out the eyeballs woth infinate slowness and care, taking great effort to twang the optical nerves as they wee pulled out. Then he levered off the nails one by one, watching with satisfaction as they cracked and splintered off, and fresh blood flowed. Finally, Sadia produced a syringe filled with a black, viscous liquid. "Do you want to know what this is?" he hissed. The look in Darvaleth's eyes told him that he did not. Regardless, Sadia jabbed into Darvaleth's eye socket and injected the liquid. All fell silent and all the world, even snowblood who had returned back to the safe happy world of warhammer fiction, watched as they waited with baited breath. Even Darvaleth was still. Suddenly, Darvaleth's cheek bulged a little, and the fresh screams of pain were heard as all the flesh on the inside of his body began to expand inside him, not fitting his skin anymore, the land reverberated with the single, terrifying scream/gurgle/wail that left Darvaleth's lips at that moment, only heightening Sadia's pleasure. Then, with one final, sickening, squelchy pop, Darvaleth's skin burst andall his remains lay around the blood pool on the ground. Yet even then Sadia had kept Darvaleth alive, even in his burst state. As a statement to all to never best Sadia at the art of torturing, lest they find themselves subject to their own trade.
*leans back, satisfied*
So... Who's next?
(what'ya think guys?)
