The Relentless Slaughter [Round 3: Tormentorland]

The Relentless Slaughter [Round 3: Tormentorland]
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Re: The Relentless Slaughter [Round 1: Untitled-1]
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.

Without much of his clothes, he couldn’t help but feel a little chilly.

Stop it, there’re more pressing matters at hand.

Yeah, right. Okay. So. Um.

Samael briefly wondered what was the use of learning so many things when he would just forget it right as he needed it. Then he realized that there was probably no first-aid class in the world that dealt with convulsing teenage girls spotted with glowing portals that were spewing out random entities. Out of her side, he could see something much too large trying to push its snout through. He desperately tried to push it back in, but it snapped at him with sharp teeth and that seemed to make it worse and she screamed a little louder…

Now that he was thinking of the portals, Samael couldn’t help but wonder where they all led to.

No, stop it. Don’t think about that. For one thing, the glowing spots were much too small to fit him.

More random blasts reminded Samael that there was an angry, rampaging, heavily armed crocodile nearby and though it was blind for the time being, it probably could hear. Maybe. If they could make sound, they probably could hear sound too. Maybe. And in that case, all the screaming probably was attracting its attention. Though it still had bad aim.

Okay. Okay okay okay what was he supposed to do first.

Make sure she didn’t hurt herself. That meant holding her down, getting her away from any dangerous objects, making sure she didn’t suffocate in her robes…

Uh.

Okay, yeah, he was demonborn. But he was biologically human. With all the hormones.

Ray Charles back there reminded him with another blast of its rocket launcher thing that he really needed to hurry up. And that wasn’t actually a well thought out nickname for it, he supposed. Gingerly, he first made sure that he wasn’t about to actually strip a young lady bare. Nope, she had another dress underneath. Somehow, even with her struggling, he managed to whisk it off. Weird spirits were escaping through the portals. The large creature that was poking its snout out was still trying to get through.

He glanced at the large robes, nice, silky, almost like bedsheets, and thought, why not? He had worn dresses before. Usually when he was a she. In any case, demonic seals weren’t going to hide themselves and also he was still cold.

He slipped the large robes on and stopped to wonder if he could somehow manage to cover his eyes up as well—

Another reminder from—oh shoot what’s a famous blind guy—Tiresias there got him moving and, almost tripping over the hem, he picked up the girl and started dragging her over to one of the recently made holes. He almost dropped her when a holy spirit burst out from her back and slammed into him, almost making him choke with the burning pain. (That was just another reason to not use the portals. Because there were apparently holy figures in abundance there. Oh yeah, and also it would probably cause her a lot of grief if this was anything to go by.) The girl kicked out involuntarily. Samael just pulled her through the wall as gently as he could. Then, looking back through the hole, he saw the crocogater still flailing around. Another small watermelon appeared in his hands and, twirling it around on his fingers once, he sent it flying out through the hole and let it splash in the water. Stevie Wondergater stopped firing everywhere, listened, snorted the air, and slipped into the water. There. Hopefully that would distract him a little bit.

And now for the girl still in pain.

Right, so the things flying out of portals everywhere was causing it, right? So plug up the portals—

The tomato was already in his hand when Samael realized what a stupid idea this was. He ate the tomato. Right.

First, make sure she doesn’t bite her tongue.

With his claws, it was easy to tear off a little strip of his new white robes and he almost stuffed it into the girl’s mouth before realizing, hey, putting something into someone’s mouth is a very bad idea.

He tried tying it around his forehead instead. After a moment, to make himself feel a little more comfortable, he lowered it a little over his eyes.

Okay, now what were you really supposed to do.

Right, right, lay them on the side…

The snout of the whatever-it-was licked his forearm and he recoiled. Then he got a swarm of golden bugs in his face. That burned too.

But, well, she was on her side. Still totally delirious. Sometimes screamed bloody murder. But he had absolutely no idea what to do now. So he kinda just stood around awkwardly.

Well, at least things seemed to be calming down. Relatively.

To pass the time, Samael played around with his hair, trying to make it so that it covered as much of his face as it could. Sort of force of habit.

At some point, while delicately arranging one strand to fall exactly over to the side of his nose, he noticed a floating square.

If he remembered correctly, that was the thing that erased his clothing before.

Jumping up, Samael zoomed backwards to the end of the hall. Or he would have if he didn’t trip over the hem of the robes. He rolled over once and sprang to his feet again, staring wide-eyed at the floating eraser thing.

Why should he care so much? Why should he feel so anxious about being ‘exposed?’ That girl over there. She didn’t care.

That doesn’t mean that nobody here does.

Plus the thing could probably erase him from existence. There’s that too.

The square advanced and he backed up a little. Then he realized that it was two-dimensional. Why was a four-dimensional(?) drawing program employing a two-dimensional eraser implement in a three-dimensional world.

Samael quickly jumped to the side of the eraser, expecting to see a thin line, and was completely surprised to see another square. But it clearly wasn’t a cube how the he—how in the world was this supposed to work.

The eraser launched itself towards him and, thinking quickly, he flung both hands up and tried holding it on the outlines. But oh yeah, those sides were squares too. Even though it was not a freaking cube.

Samael stared numbly at the square holes in his hands. He was at least somewhat relieved to see that he wasn’t bleeding everywhere, though he had no idea why. Certainly made things less messy though.

Another scream from the girl brought him back to the present events and he snapped his head towards where she lay. The pencil was back this time (Also freaking two-dimensional dear god he never noticed that how how how how how) and it seemed to be drawing a hole around her. Her screams seemed entirely unrelated to that, though, as she herself was still blinded by pain as even more entities decided to fly right out of her.

Holey hands far from his mind now, Samael ran back to where she was and swooped her up into his arms before she fell to her death (or fell forever). Two things he realized. One, he wasn’t all that adept at carrying nineteen year-old girls, especially when they were covered in shining portals that allowed things that physically burned him to pass on through. Two, carrying a girl bridal style was not a very good idea when the girl was having a fit.

She kneed him in the jaw. It was a gesture not entirely welcome.

She stopped screaming, though. That was nice. Or maybe that meant she was passed out. That might not be good.

The pencil seemed intent on drawing something incredibly dangerous as usual. The dungeons around him were actually colored and nicely shaded, and a tap on the foot confirmed that there was no going through and no stretching lines to go through. Besides cells, there were only stairs. Dangerous stairs that spiraled around a column with no railings and fifteen feet gaps between the walls. Probably were old and crumbly too.

He started lurching up the stairs and almost tripped on the hem of his robes. His new bandanna was sliding down his face. His arms were getting tired already.

This. Suuuuuuuuuuuuuucks.

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Re: The Relentless Slaughter [Round 1: Untitled-1] - by MalkyTop - 02-22-2011, 11:50 PM