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Darkness Rising Chapter Three.

You read this chapter; you're bound to find out what happened. There is also torture in this chapter, so if you don't like, get the fuck out. It's that simple. Seriously. There are Spanish words, and there are slang words. For the Spanish words, use Google translator. For the slang, visit this site: theonlineslangdictionary.com. Now then, without further ado, Ladies and Gentle-furs of legal ages, please enjoy the latest chapter of this series. (I'm never doing that again)

It's amazing how one

Earth year in Hell, can

Change a man for the worse.

Location: Hell Town, Michigan. Time: 4:02 a.m. Date: October 27th.

Location: Hell, Michigan. Time: 12:34 a.m. Date: a month after the events of chapters one and two.

"So tell me Sam, what is my next assignment?" Reese asked into a microphone he had attached to his ear. A bit of static could be heard before the human's boss could give his reply, but he was soon able to get his message across. "You're going to stay in Hell, Michigan, and get a shipment of oranges that have to be delivered to New York." As soon as he told Reese what he needed to know, Sam ended the connection, leaving Reese alone as he drove on a road, under the light of a full moon.Hmm, a shipment of oranges that needs to go to New York. Better New York than mother-fucking Florida. Sighing, Reese looked up from the road, and noticed that he was nearing a rest stop. Quickly signaling that he was about to make an exit, Reese drove off the road, and into the parking lot of a small motel. Shutting off the engine to his truck, Reese got out, and walked into the lobby of the motel. As he walked in, the human couldn't help but notice a funeral home nearby. Huh, wonder why that's there, Reese asked himself. Shaking his head clear of the thought, Reese entered the lobby, walked up to the night clerk, and asked for a room key. A few minutes later, the human was entering his room, and dropping his luggage on his bed.

"A long, mother-fucking drive and my day won't be over till after I deliver them oranges. Why did I apply for this job again?" Reese asked himself as he stepped into the bathroom, and undressed himself. Once he was completely naked, the human turned on the shower, and glassed into the mirror. Sighing, the human adjusted the temperature of the water to his liking, and then stepped in, sighing as he felt the water hit his skin. Grabbing one of the plentiful bars of soap, Reese proceeded to lather his body with the stuff. As he did so, the human failed to notice that someone had entered his motel room. Reese did not notice the intruder enter his bathroom, until he felt a knife enter his back. Screaming in pain, Reese turned to face his attacker, but couldn't see him through the shower curtain. However, this didn't stop his attacker from stabbing three more times, each stab hitting him in the chest, and cutting his heart. Once the final strike hit him, Reese's attacker left the bathroom, and the human to bleed in the bathtub. As the life slowly drained from Reese's body, the lights in the room were turned off, and the sound of a thunderstorm could be heard off in the distance.

Location: One mile from Hell, Michigan. 84 hours later.

Eric drummed the handlebars of his motorcycle to the tune of a song he was listening to. Ya know, if people were to know that I'm acting like this, and that my boyfriend had died, they'd think I was crazy. Or that I killed him. Smirking, Eric continued on with his drive, but almost crashed his car when he heard Balthazar's voice in his head. "Buddy boy, I want you to take the next exit, and spend the next few nights inside the first motel you see. Someone was murdered in that motel, and the killer wasn't found. Your job is to find the killer, and kill him." said the Angel. Once he finished talking, Balthazar left Eric alone to do what he told him to do. The lion in question started growling, pissed off that the angel had almost killed him, and had just left him alone. However, he wasn't pissed off enough to not do what Balthazar told him to do, so Eric quickly signaled that he was exiting, and was soon on his way to the motel.

About five minutes later, Eric's motorcycle was in the motel parking lot, while the lion himself was getting a key for a room. "Hey buddy, how much for a week?" the lion asked the night clerk. Said clerk, a white rat with pink eyes, looked at Eric, and said, "200." Raising an eyebrow at the reply, Eric took out the money for the room, and passed it over to the rat. After checking to see that the money was real, the rat gave Eric his room key, and then went back to what he had been doing. Frowning at the rat's attitude, Eric took the key, and walked over to his room. After entering, the lion set his bag of clothing down, sat down on is bed, and waited for Balthazar to show up. He wasn't disappointed. About five minutes in to his stay at the motel, Balthazar appeared right in front of Eric, and looked the lion over. "Well, you seem to be no worse for wear after having to kill off that clan of were-cats." said the Angel as he grabbed a chair, and sat down. Eric raised his finger, and opened his mouth to say something insulting, but then thought better of it. Smirking, Balthazar crossed his arms, and leaned on the back rest of the chair. "Well, I brought you here for a reason. Obviously. Three days ago, a human male was killed in this motel. The night clerk had been found unconscious, and there was no trace of the killer, so there is reason to believe a demon or ghost is involved. You're to find the ghost/demon, and kill it." Eric nodded his head, accepting the mission that Balthazar had given him. Satisfied that the lion was going to do what he asked, the Angel disappeared from the room. The lion rolled his eyes as he lay down, closed his eyes, and promptly fell asleep.

Three days of investigating later.

There has to be some reason why I haven't gone crazy after seeing all this supernatural shit, thought Eric as he woke up, grabbed his bag of clothing, glanced over at a digital clock that had been placed on a nightstand, and, after seeing that it was still noon, went into the bathroom. After ten minutes of shuffling, undressing, redressing in a suit, combing his mane, and spraying on some cheap cologne, the lion exited the bathroom, looking like he belonged with the F.H.B.I. _ I hate having to wear this fucking monkey suit._ Rolling his eyes at the thought of having to wear the suit for the rest of the day, Eric checked to see that he had his motel key, fake badge, and gun. Once he was sure that he had everything, the lion walked out of the motel room, and was about to close the door to his room, when he noticed a few bloodstains. Frowning, the lion made note to tell the manager that someone had killed some mosquitos by his room. Closing the door, Eric exited the motel building, and then walked over to the funeral home that he had seen earlier. Stopping in front of the door, Eric was surprised to find that it designed to a 21st century model. Shrugging, Eric knocked on the door, and then stepped back as he waited for an answer. He didn't have to wait long. About a minute after the lion knocked, the door opened to reveal the form of a smiling, elderly, white woman. Slightly taken back by the sight of an old lady in a funeral, Eric stumbled over the words he wanted to say. Fortunately, the elderly woman saved him from further embarrassment.

"Well, isn't this a surprise. A nicely dressed lion standing in front of my funeral home. Tell me deary, which one of our bodies is your family member?" As soon as she asked that question, Eric raised his paws up, and quickly shook his head. "Sorry ma'am, but I'm not here to identify a body. I'm only here to ask you if you had to autopsy one three days ago." Pursing her lip at the question, the elderly woman tried to recall whether or not she had done an autopsy in the time frame the lion had given her. Just as she was about to give up, the woman remembered that she while she had not autopsied a body three days ago, she had received one. "I did not autopsy any bodies, three days ago. However, I did get one in that time frame. It came from the motel across the street." Nodding his head, Eric took out his badge, and showed to the elderly woman, and then asked her to take him to the body. After thoroughly checking that the badge was real, the elderly woman led Eric down to her basement, and into the morgue. Stopping in front of a specific cabinet, she opened the door, and took out the table the body was lying on. "This is Reese. Poor dear was stabbed several times. I haven't had the time to autopsy him yet, but I was about to do it today. If you'd like to watch..." the elderly woman, who would reveal her name to be Emma, glanced over at Eric questioningly.

In response to her offer, Eric shook his head, and thanked her for showing him the body. "No problem dear. Just let me put Reese back in, and I'll show you the door." Five minutes later, Eric was out of the funeral home, and driving over to the nearest precinct. It took the poor lion over thirty minutes to reach the precinct, but once he did, he got off of his Honda, and walked into the building. Once inside, he walked up to the secretary, and asked her if he could talk to the lead investigator of the Reese's homicide. The secretary asked him to wait while she went to get the detective. The lion went over to a chair, sat down, and started drumming his fingers on his leg as he waited for the secretary to return. The lion waited for about ten minutes, before his ears picked up the weighted footsteps of a male, and the lighter footsteps of the female secretary. Standing up, Eric held out his paw to the detective, a dragon, as he entered the room. The detective shook the outstretched paw, and then asked Eric why he was here. "I'm the Federal agent of the F.H.B.I. who has been helping you with solving the murder of Reese. Can you repeat everything you told me of Reese's case? I would greatly appreciate it Detective Adams." The detective gestured for Eric to follow him as he turned and walked towards his office. The lion quickly obliged. A moment later, he was sitting in a chair, staring across a desk at the dragon.

"Reese was a trucker on his way to his latest assignment. He pulled into a motel at around 12:34 in the morning. He got his room key, and entered the room. Now this is just speculation, but we believe that since he had been driving for a while, he was about to go to bed. Before he did so, he decided to shower." Detective Adams glanced at Eric, and noticed that the lion was writing out everything he was saying. Smirking, Detective Adams continued from where he left off. "As he was showering, we believe that the killer entered his motel room unnoticed, and then entered the bathroom. Once in there, the killer proceeded to stab Reese four times. Once in the back, the rest in his chest. The rest is basic history. The night clerk was knocked out. We were called out about three hours after the attack. And we still ain't found the killer." Once Detective Adams finished speaking, Eric put down his pen, looked up at the Detective, and with a serious look on his face, said: "The killer seems to copying the acts of Norman Bates." Detective Adams furrowed his eyebrows, and asked for Eric to repeat himself. The lion quickly obliged, then leaned back in his chair, and waited for the dragon's reaction. The Detective started doing a few gestures with his fingers, none of them making sense to anyone but the dragon himself. Finally, after a minute of doing so, Detective Adams said, "You're telling me that the killer is acting like Norman Bates, a character from a 20th century film. Well, if what you're saying is true, our job just got harder." Getting up from his chair, with Eric doing the same, Detective Adams shook Eric's paw, thanked the lion for coming, and then led him out of his office, and back to his motorcycle.

All that research. All that time asking this Detective, and then looking at Reese's body. All that, and it was the repeat of what may have happened, that finally told me that this was familiar and that the killer is just a human. Fuck this, I'ms gon get my stuff, and leave this town. Running his claws through his mane, Eric jumped onto his bike, and started driving back to the motel. After doing the, unnecessarily long, thirty minute drive back to the motel, Eric parked his motorcycle, and then got off. As the lion walked towards his room, he started unbuttoning his suit, and loosening his tie. Just as his tie came away from his neck, Eric reached the door to his room. Before he opened the door, Eric noticed several more bloodstains on the frame. Wondering whether or not some mosquitos had been swatted by his door, the lion took out his key, unlocked the door, and then stepped in. Whistling, Eric reached with his paw to turn on the light switch. Just as his claws hit the switch, the lion felt a sharp pain on the back of his head, and then he blacked out as he fell to the floor, completely unconscious.

Three Hours later.

A groan escaped Eric's lips as he slowly came to. Son of a bitch, did I get drunk or something last night? The lion asked himself as winced at the throbbing headache he had. Looking around, and trying to raise his arm, Eric quickly realized that he was strapped to a chair, and that he had been placed under a bare light bulb. Narrowing his eyes, and looking up at the light bulb, Eric couldn't help but think how much of a cliché his situation was. Seriously? I get knocked out, strapped to a chair, and then placed under a bare light bulb. Whoever did this, has watched too many movies. Sighing, the lion looked down at what kinds of straps were being used on him. Unsurprisingly, the straps were made of duct tape, and they were tight against his wrists. Slumping back against the chair, Eric let out another sigh, and then began to quietly wait for his captor to appear. He didn't have to wait too long. A door somewhere behind the lion creaked opened. Ears turned in the direction of the door, listened as captor walked over to him, and then stood in front of him. The person he was staring at, was not who he had been expecting.

"Hello Fed." said Emma as she slowly twirled a bloodstained knife in her elderly hands. Eric looked at Emma in surprise, trying to figure out how he had missed the fact that the old lady had kill Reese. "How on earth-" The lion trailed off as he felt Emma press the blade of her knife against Eric's throat. Shaking her finger, the elderly woman scolded Eric for talking without permission. Too stunned by his predicament, Eric didn't mouth off to the elderly woman. "Good cat. Now then, I know you're no F.H.B.I. agent. The same way I'm not a little old lady." As she spoke, Emma raised a hand to her neck, and grabbed at a small seam. With a quick tug, the old woman tore away her face, to reveal the long, white, snout of the night clerk. "I'm actually the night clerk. That and I am a Voodoo priest, with a taste for films of the past." As soon as he heard those words, Eric lost all respect for the white rat. "Who are you trying to bring back to life?" asked the lion with a tired look in his eyes. Blinking in surprise, the rat looked at Eric, and then gave his response. "I'm trying to bring Emma back to life. She was my wife, before she died about a year ago." A sad look passed over the rat's face, before he regained his composure, and glared at Eric. "I like the fact that you prevented your door from opening when you were there. That really hurt." The rat raised his paw, showing off several bleeding blisters. Grimacing, Eric tried to look away, but the rat grabbed his muzzle, and forced the lion to look at them.

Growling, Eric tried to bite the paw on his muzzle, and the paw that was held in front of him. However, all that got him was a slap in the face. Laughing, the rat walked over to the door in the room, and grabbed a stretcher he'd had there for the better part of a year. As the rat wheeled the stretcher in front of Eric, the lion busied himself by bending his wrist as far back as possible, sliding out a claw, and making an incision in the duct tape. The rat was none the wiser as he placed the stretcher in Eric's sight, and pulled back a sheet. What Eric saw on the stretcher, nearly made him puke. Lying on the stretcher, with evidence of a year's worth of decay, were the human remains of Emma. "You bastard, why on Earth would you want to, bring Emma, back to life? Don't you realize she won't be the same?" The rat quickly walked up to Eric, and punched him in the face, silencing the lion. "Congrats, you just brought yourself closer to your demise." As he spoke, the rat picked up his knife, and started cutting off chunks of Eric's mane. As each chunk fell to the floor, the rat spoke in a voice that suggested he was mentally disturbed. "I only need your heart. I tried to get the kid's heart, but I ended up killing him. Since then, no one else stayed in this motel. Until you came along, that is. Heeeheeeeee." The rat stopped cutting of Eric's mane, and stepped back, happy with what he saw. The lion now looked more like a stray house-cat, than the lion he had been a minute ago. Smiling, the rat tightened his hold on his knife, and raised it over his head. This is for you Emma, thought the rat as he verbally said, "I hope you enjoyed your last days on Earth." With those words, the rat brought the knife down.

Just before the tip of the knife impaled him, Eric tore his paws loose, and, surging with adrenaline, grabbed the rat's wrist. Savoring the shocked look on the rat's face, Eric took the knife away from its owner's claws. "I hope she's worth dying for you piece of filth." said the lion as he stabbed the rat in the chest. The rat let out a pained squeal, and then slumped to the floor, dead. Eric let out a sigh as he watched the rat drop, and felt the adrenaline leave his system. Just as he was moving to lean back against the chair, Eric felt a paw on his shoulder. Tensing up, Eric turned his head around, and then relaxed when he saw that the paw's owner was Balthazar. "You fucking bastard. You almost gave me a heart attack." shouted the lion. Smirking, Balthazar just muttered a few words in the Angelic language. Eric felt a pulse of energy go through him, and then felt the duct tape holding his foot-paws together, disappear, and his mane grow back. "You're welcome. Now then, good job in ridding this world of yet another scourge. You've just prevented a zombie from walking on this planet." As he spoke, Balthazar helped Eric up to his feet, and supported him as they walked out of the room they were in.

About twenty minutes later, Balthazar and Eric were blinking their eyes as they stepped into the glaring sun. Setting Eric down on the ground, and turning to face him, Balthazar gave his praise to the lion again, and then told him a bit of information that cause Eric to purr. "You don't have to do any more work for a week. I'll take care of any supernatural problems. So have fun, and relax." Smiling gently, Balthazar then disappeared from Eric's sight. Taking a deep breath, and letting it out, Eric got up from the ground, and walked over to his room. Entering, the lion grabbed his bag of clothing, and any other piece of evidence that he had been in the room. After looking over the room one last time to make sure he wasn't leaving anything behind, Eric left the motel room, and dropped the keys on the floor. Rubbing his wrists, the lion walked back to his motorcycle, and got on. With one last look at the motel, Eric started up his engine, and was soon back on the highway, and driving in the general direction of Illinois. As the lion drove, he didn't notice an eye, with a hexagram shaped pupil, watch him leave. As Eric entered the highway, the eye blinked, and then slowly disappeared.

Location: Transylvania. Time: Midnight. Date: A week after Eric stops the killer.

Inside a dark hallway, a black hooded figure whistled as he wheeled a cart filled with various instruments of torture, up to a door. Smiling behind the hood that was covering his face, the figure opened the door, and entered the room, bringing the cart along with him. Inside the room, the figure of an unconscious person was laid across a table. Unfortunately for the person on the table, he was strapped in with belt buckles. Just as the black hooded figure reached the table, the unconscious man woke up. Looking at his captor, the man started shouting. "Who gave you the right to tie me up? The Lord of the Vampires, Count Dracula!" The black hooded figure glanced down at Dracula, and then slowly raised his hands to his hood. The hood quickly came off to reveal the smiling face of Ariel. As soon as he saw that face, a shiver went down Dracula's spine. "How's it going Count? Today, we're going to have some fun." With those words, Ariel balled his right hand into a fist, and punched the Vampire Lord right in the jaw.

The Count let out a shout of pain as his jaw broke, but he managed to keep himself from falling unconscious. Ariel's face fell when he saw that the vampire was still alive. Damn, it looks like I'ms gon have to do this the hard way. With that thought, Ariel turned away from Dracula, and faced his cart. His fingers twitching in anticipation, Ariel passed his hand over knives, syringes, and a bucket of hot oil.Let's see, whatever I do, this vampire won't die, he'll just be in pain. Hmmm...I've got it! Thought Ariel as he grabbed one of the many syringes on the cart. With a smile, Ariel held the syringe up to the light, checking for air bubbles. After he was satisfied that there weren't any, he walked up to Dracula's neck, and leaned in close to the Vampire's ear. "Now listen very carefully. You're going to tell me how I can kill every vampire on this Earth in one go. If yous don't, I'll enjoy torturing ya till I gets the info." Once the Demon Boy finished speaking, he took a step back, and waited for the Count's reply. He received it in the form of spit hitting him in the face. Raising an eyebrow, Ariel wiped the saliva from his face, and then took the syringe and plunged it into Dracula's neck.

The Count let out a pained yell as he felt the contents of the syringe enter his body. The Count tried to move his hands over to his neck, to at least be able to scratch at the area, but ended up screaming in frustration and pain when he couldn't lift his arms more than an inch off the table. As Dracula was screaming, Ariel was whistling softly, and looking on with a gleam in his uncovered eye. A few minutes passed by, and Ariel could already see the results of his actions. The contents of the syringe, a highly acidic compound, had eaten away at the flesh of Dracula, but had not killed him. With a smile, Ariel leaned forward, and took a whiff of one of the patches of missing vampire skin. "Ya know, yous smell like chicken when yous is injected with acid. Anyways, yous gon tell me how to kill off all the vampires now?" Dracula looked at Ariel, and with a look of pain on his face, said to the boy, "This won't kill me, so go Directly to Hell." Ariel let out an exaggerated sigh, and rolled his eyes. "I would, but they spat me back out the first time I went. Don't think theys want me back." As he said those words, Ariel gazed off into the distance as he recalled the fond memories of his time in Hell. A second later, he returned his attention to Dracula, and gave the Lord of the Vampires a smile.

Before he could so much as open his mouth, Ariel was standing right by Dracula's ear. Flicking his snake-like tongue into the Vampire's ear, Ariel gently said, "You can make this easy on yourself if yous just told me what to do. But," Ariel stepped back from Dracula, and looked at the expression of anger on the Vampire's face, "I can see that I'ms just gon have to do this the way that I like." With those words, Ariel walked back to his cart, and picked up a scalpel. With a slight spring in his step, the Demon Boy walked over to Dracula's head, and used his free hand to pry open the Vampire's left eye. I really love my job, thought Ariel as he used his scalpel, and swiftly sliced Dracula's eye opened. A hiss of pain escaped Dracula's mouth as he watched, and felt the sharp blade dig into his eye, and then blind him. With a chuckle, Ariel turned to Dracula's right eye, and swiftly robbed the Vampire of his ability to see. Once he finished, Ariel walked back to his cart, and placed the bloody scalpel inside of a metal pan. As the sound of metal hitting metal filled the room, Ariel grabbed a metallic plate that came with a handle, and walked over to the only light source in the room, a torch. With a look of glee on his face, Ariel raised the metal plate to the flame, and kept it there for about twenty minutes. Once he was satisfied that it was hot enough, Ariel removed the plate from the flame, and walked over to Dracula's head.

"Trust me Draccy; this is gon hurt yous more than it will hurt me." Not wanting to wait a moment longer, Ariel raised the metal plate, and placed it directly over the Vampire's eyes. The howl of pain that filled the room could probably be heard in New Jersey. Ariel just pressed down harder with the metal plate. As he did so, the heat from the metal plate burned Dracula's eyelids, eyebrows, and eyes, effectively making the Vampire blind for life. Finally, after ten minutes of pressing the plate down on the Vampire's face, Ariel removed said plate, and tossed it on the floor. He then walked back to his torture cart, and grabbed a towel, a rubber band, and a gallon-sized bottle of water. Without so much as hint of emotion on his face, Ariel put the towel over Dracula's face, making sure to cover the Vampire's mouth as he did so. Setting down the water bottle, the Demon Boy took the rubber band, and used it to make sure the towel didn't fall off of Dracula's face.

Once he was satisfied, Ariel grabbed the water bottle, and opened it. Just before he carried out the actions he had in mind, Ariel asked Dracula once more for the information he wanted. The string of curses that flew out of the Vampire's mouth would put any sailor to shame. Damn, I knew that this guy has lived a long time, but I didn't think that he knew that many curses. Shrugging, Ariel raised the water bottle, and started pouring it over Dracula's head. As soon as the first stream hit the towel on his face, Dracula started panicking as the unmistakable sensation of drowning passed over him. As stream after stream of water hit him, he gasped for air, trying to fill his lungs, but only got drops of water to enter his throat instead. As the torture went on, Dracula realized that Ariel could keep doing this to him forever, since he, like all vampires, couldn't die from drown. Just as that realization hit him, the stream of water stopped, and the towel on his face was removed. "How did that feel? Eh, maricon? Quieres mas? Or are yous going to tell me como yo puedo matar todos los vampiros en el mundo?" The Vampire turned his head in the direction he assumed Ariel was, and spat in said direction. Ariel smiled as he watched Dracula spit at a wall. This guy thinks he hard. That makes my job even better. I will break him. With that thought, Ariel packed up his instruments of torture, and left the room, leaving the Vampire Lord to dry up.

24 hours later.

Dracula let out a small groan as he heard the door to his cell open. Please don't let this be Ariel, pleaded Dracula inside his mind as the person entering his cell walked up to his face. Unfortunately for the Vampire, Ariel had come back, and he was packing some new gear. "Man, I hope you healed up, and that yous had a good night's sleep. Actually, I hope yous didn't, because that means I would have to feel remorse for torturing you again." Said the Demon Boy as he walked over to a cart that had been brought into the room about twenty minutes before he did. Once he reached the cart, Ariel surveyed the various instruments on it, trying to decide which one to use. It wasn't until his uncovered eye passed over a bucket that he knew what he was going to use. With a barely constrained grin, Ariel grabbed the bucket, and walked back to Dracula. The Demon Boy looked at Dracula, a smile on his face as he set the bucket down on the floor. "Man, do I have something for yous today." The Vampire kept his mouth shut as he tried to figure out what fresh Hell he was about to go through. He got his answer in the form of a hot coal being placed on his stomach, and burning his skin. A yell so loud that it burst windows in another room, left Dracula's throat as the coal instantly gave the Vampire a 2nd degree burn, and then a third degree burn as the heat worked its way down to his muscles and bones.

As the screams filled the room, Ariel let them wash over him, and he instantly felt his body relax. There is nothing more beautiful than the sound of a person, or supernatural creature in pain, he thought as he placed another hot coal on Dracula's chest. As he did so, he realized that this method would take forever. Placing the poker he was using, on the floor, Ariel grabbed the bucket of hot coals, and dumped them on Dracula's body. If the vampire's first scream had relaxed the Demon Boy, the latest one almost made him fall asleep from how relaxed it made him feel. Unfortunately, the screams died down soon after as the coals lost their heat. Frowning in disappointment, Ariel brushed the coals off of Dracula's body, the coals taking pieces of the Vampire's flesh with them, and surveyed his results. From chest to toe, the Vampire's body was covered in either second, or third degree burns. The Vampire himself was just barely conscious, not that Ariel cared. Damn, that didn't get him talking. This fool must think I'm clownin' or something. Oh wells, more fun for me. Walking back to the cart, Ariel grabbed a car battery, and two wires, and then went back to the Vampire. After a few minutes of setting up the device to work the way he wanted to, Ariel grabbed an exposed wire, and asked Dracula the same question. Receiving nothing in reply, the Demon Boy shrugged, and placed the wire on Dracula's skin.

As soon as the exposed wire touched the Vampire's flesh, a surge of electricity flew into him, and caused Dracula's body to start spasming. Ariel kept the wire on the Vampire's body for a moment, then removed it, and yelled out, "Come on Puto! Tell me how to kill off all the vampires! Trey's ain't worth saving anyway!" When Dracula didn't say anything, Ariel let out a growl, and ripped off the eye patch he was wearing, exposing the dark black, hexagram shaped scar covering his right eye. With a shout, Ariel started punching Dracula, and scratching him with the claws on his hands. The Demon Boy continued doing this for several more minutes, before he finally stopped. Panting, Ariel looked at the scratched and broken body of the Vampire Lord, and let out a soft chuckle. Picking up his eye patch, and putting it back over his eye, Ariel grabbed the wire he had been using, and some tape. With a small grin, he carefully placed the tape on the exposed end of the wire, and then taped said wire to the Vampire's chest. Several volts of electricity started coursing through Dracula's body, and he started spasming as he lost all control of his body. As this was happening, Ariel walked over to the door, and opened it. Just before he walked out, the Demon Boy tossed some words over his shoulders, to the Vampire. "Since this won't kill you, I hope you enjoy three hours of having electricity coursing through your body. Rest assured, I'll be back once those three hours are up. Good day." The Demon Boy left the room as soon as he spoke the last word, not bothering to check if Dracula had heard him.

Three hours later.

True to his word, Ariel reentered the room three hours later. The Demon boy walked up to Dracula and unstrapped him from the table, and then quickly went over to a chair that had been placed in the room, last night. The Vampire struggled as he was moved over to the chair, but his struggling proved futile, for he was strapped into the chair, and completely immobilized. Turning his head back as far as he could, Dracula felt a wave of panic as he saw a small pool of icy water behind him. Turning back to Ariel, he loudly yelled out, "What are you planning on doing you fucking demon?!?!?!" Ariel just kicked the chair in response, which caused the Vampire to fall into the icy water. Almost as soon as he hit the water, Dracula tried to hold his breath for as long as he could, but soon enough it was just too much, and he had to open his mouth. As he did so, the Vampire let out a scream, which was muffled by the water. Ariel, who heard the scream perfectly, just started whistling, as he waited for Dracula to start begging for mercy. The Vampire Lord kept on screaming, and, in his head, was pleading for someone to help him. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Dracula stopped screaming in pain, and started begging for mercy. As soon as he heard the Vampire beg, Ariel reached into the icy water, unstrapped the Vampire from the chair, and carried his icy body over to the table. "Well Drac, are you going to tell me what I want to know, like a good boy?" asked the Demon Boy menacingly. Dracula lifted his head, looked Ariel straight in his demonic eyes, and said, "You can go fuck yourself." When he heard those words, every fiber of his being told him to just destroy the Vampire, but Ariel held himself back - he wanted to get his information first. "You stupid demon, I can guarantee that you will not break me. You will not break my will." Dracula yelled. This Vampire may just prove to be unbreakable, but then, I've dealt with others who have said the same thing. I just need to find Dracula's weakness, thought Ariel.

With that thought in mind, Ariel unhooked Dracula from the table, and carried him over to another table. Said table had straps that went over one's head, and straps that held the ankles together. Ariel quickly dropped Dracula on the table, and proceeded to strap him in. "I'm sure you're wondering what this table will do to you, well instead of me telling you, I'm just going to show you." stated the Demon Boy. Ariel walked over to a wall that was on the left side of the table, and flipped a switch that was located there. The table Ariel was strapped into started to creak as machinations in it started to slowly separate the table in the middle. Dracula's brain clicked as he realized that the table was going to keep on separating with him on it, effectively stretching him out. The Vampire started to thrash about, as he tried desperately to loosen the straps holding him in place, but it was too late, the table had already separated enough for the Count to start feeling pain on his arms, legs, and back. He started screaming and yelling for his wife to help him. Ariel watched silently as Dracula asked his wife for help, and screamed.Let's see how long it takes for this fool's skin to start tearing, thought Ariel, as he watched on. The table kept on stretching. By now, Dracula's throat was raw, and he couldn't scream anymore, so he started yelling in his head for someone to help him. Just as he was finishing one of his latest agonized pleas for help, Dracula heard a tearing sound. Lifting his head up the best he could, he saw that his midsection was starting tear. Please, finish tearing, anything to end this pain, thought the Vampire. Unfortunately for him, Ariel stopped the machine just as the Vampire was about to be torn in half. "Did you really think I was gonna let you die? Dumbass." Smiling, Ariel took the Vampire off of the stretching table, and placed him back on the table he had woken up on.

Once he strapped Dracula back in, Ariel reached into his pocket, and took out a small object. With an evil gleam in his visible eye, Ariel held the object by Dracula's ear. "Listen very closely, for the next sound you hear, is the bearer of bad news." As he spoke, Ariel pressed a small button on the objects side. As soon as the button was pressed, a *click* could be heard, and a three inch blade popped out. With a serious look on his face, Ariel grabbed the back of Dracula's head with his left hand, and jammed his left thumb into the Vampire's mouth. Almost immediately, Dracula bit down on Ariel's thumb, but the Demon Boy just smiled in response. With deliberate slowness, Ariel placed his knife into Dracula's mouth, and pressed it against the part of the lips that meet the cheek. "You should smile more. Let me help you smile more." With those cryptic words, Ariel quickly cut through the Vampire's right cheek, then turned the knife around, and did the same to the other cheek. Letting go of Dracula's head, and healing his thumb, Ariel surveyed his handiwork, and couldn't help but cry a little. The Demon Boy was overjoyed to see that his torturing skills were still in good shape. Well, it looks like all that time in Hell, and all that sex with Lilith hasn't damaged my skills. Smiling through his tears, Ariel placed the knife down on the cart, turned to the door, and walked out, leaving the screaming Dracula behind.

An hour later.

Ariel came back into the room an hour later. However, this time, he had somebody with him: a woman dressed in a white dress, who started crying as soon as she saw Dracula's spasming body. Without so much as a word, Ariel pulled his gun out of its holster, and shot the car battery. Immediately after doing so, the electricity coursing through Dracula's body, died down, and stopped. The Vampire let out a sigh of relief, but kept his guard up. He knew full well that Ariel was going to do something else to him. Once he heard the Vampire sigh, Ariel reached for the woman, wrapped his arm around her neck, and aimed his gun at the back of his skull. "A human for a wife. That is very sad. But then again, you're now able to make kids. However, I'm going to kill her, if yous don't tell me how to kill every vampire on this fucking planet!" As soon as he heard that his wife was in the room, Dracula let out a snarl, and immediately tried to free himself from his bonds. Ariel smirked at the Vampire's attempts to free himself. As he watched, Ariel silently whispered to the human woman he was holding hostage, everything he had done to her husband. Every act of torture that he described to the woman, made her cry even more, which further infuriated Dracula. Ariel continued this form of emotional torture for another ten minutes, before he finally threw Dracula's wife to the ground, and shot her in the leg.

"Now then, are you going to tell me what I want to know?" asked Ariel as the woman's cries of pain filled the room. The Demon Boy looked intently at the Vampire, wanting to see whether or not he was finally going to receive his answer. Feeling the gaze that was directed at him, Dracula tried to come up with a decision quickly.Do I want my wife to die? Or do I want to keep my subjects alive? Which one do I chose? I'm damned either way. Wife...or....subjects...Arrrrrgghghghghghg! My wife is more important! With a loud shout of defeat, Dracula finally gave Ariel the answer he wanted. "The only way to kill off every vampire on this Earth is to kill the first Vampire himself. You have to kill me!" Ariel let out a laugh, and smiled as he heard the reply. "Thanks for telling me, but I already knew since I started torturing you." A look of shock appeared on the faces of both Dracula and his wife. "Then why di-" asked the Vampire before Ariel struck him across the face with the butt of his gun. "Why did I torture you? Well the answer is simple: I'm a sociopath. I feel no type of remorse for hurting others. I also just wanted to torture you before you die. Oh, and by the way, I'm also killing your wife." With those words, Ariel turned his gun to Dracula's wife, and promptly shot her three times in the chest. A howl of agony escaped from Dracula's lips as he heard the bullets kill his wife. His howl was cut off a moment later when Ariel stuffed a small bundle into his mouth. Removing his hand from Dracula's mouth, Ariel picked up a larger bundle from his torture cart, and strapped it onto Dracula's chest. Once he finished, the Demon Boy took out a small Detonator from his pocket, and then exited the room.

Inside of the hallway he had entered, stood none other than Lilith, Ariel's demon mate. "Hey sweetie, how's it going?" asked the Demoness as she kissed Ariel's cheek. The Demon Boy just smiled in response, and started leading her down the hallway. "Well, Dracula has the SEMTEX strapped to his body, and stuffed inside his mouth. So I says it's going great. Yous wanna do the honors?" asked Ariel as he gestured to the detonator in his hands. Lilith just smiled, took the detonator from Ariel, and pressed the only button on it. Both demons laughed evilly as they heard the telltale sound of explosives detonating. As they laughed, they teleported themselves out of the castle, and out of Transylvania.

Aftermath.

Around the globe, vampires everywhere were suddenly grabbing their chests as they felt their ruler die. Within moments of each vampire feeling their king die, they all fell to the ground, dead. Meanwhile, in the depths of Hell, as every vampire died off, and entered the Lake of fire, Bloodlial couldn't help but grin. His moment was coming soon, and he would make sure to make the most of it.

That is the end of this chapter. I do realize that it was darker than most stuff that I have written, but I did warn you people that this series was not going to be romantic, and that torture was going to be involved, so you have only yourselves to blame for getting sick. Anyways, constructive criticism is welcomed, non-constructive criticism ain't welcomed. Also, this is the last of Ariel and Lilith that we'll be seeing for a while. That was fair warning. Good Day and Good night.