Nationstatelandsville wrote:Nightkill the Emperor wrote:"What horror is this?" Calliel was aghast at the sights below him.
There was a giant rectangular encampment, surrounded by what appeared to be grey stone walls on which angelic guards were patrolling. Inside were angels, obviously the prisoners of this truly hellish creation, dragging themselves around. The inside of the camp had been churned into thick mud that had spread to smear and stain everything in its path. Worse than the sights was the dreadful stench that rose into the air, it was obvious that there were no sanitary facilities within the compound and the angelic waste had blended into the mud to form a dreadful ooze. Even that failed in sheer awfulness to overcome the sounds of despairing wails and moans from the prisoners within.
Calliel sat down, groaning and holding his head tightly. He blinked again. He was no longer in that dungeon. He was safe, he was freed. Where was he now? He looked around, seeing himself tightly fastened onto a hospital bed, Aziraphale just a few metres away from him on his own bed. "ISSR base, I'm afraid." Rick Sanchez said apologetically, watching them from behind glass. "You guys were going quite badly, and with all the falling angels lately, I figured I needed you here when I saw you two having seizures. I managed to teleport you two out."
Aziraphale would start being stirred awake as well. Calliel turned to his friend. "Are you well?" he asked him quietly in Heaven Latin.
Aziraphale looked over in Calliel's general direction. His gaze was unfocused and unwavering. Blood dripped out of the sides of his lips, black. He was completely naked, his body mutilated and burned. A few stray scraps of metal were stuck in his skin. He was silent.
Darkness.
"YOU WILL BE LIKE US," he said.
With a poof and a horrid scream of pain, he teleported out of his restraints.
"THERE IS NO ESCAPE," he added as he appeared behind Calliel. He wrapped his left arm around Calliel's throat, grabbing the left side of the angel's face with his right, and poking his head around to look at his former friend with blank, blind eyes.
"Help," he whimpered. Suddenly, there was a loud chattering sound. Slowly and methodically, a metal bug dug its way out of the flesh of Aziraphale's right arm and crawled up towards Calliel's face.
That, folks, is why you don't interrupt surgery.
Calliel's face burned with fire, incinerating the bug. He punched his friend in the face, hopefully knocking him back to sanity for a few moments. Armoured ISSR soldiers rushed in, grabbing Aziraphale and cramming him back in the bed, nailing him down with the restraints, but laying them with an anti-magic field so he couldn't teleport out.
Calliel lay in his bed, groaning as he experienced another vision. Ivy was there, smiling.
And I know Nat will really enjoy torturing Calliel. Have fun giving him a fun dream.