(Again, MASSIVE TRIGGER WARNING: By now you understand, it will only get darker.)
The Passing came as a biblical plague but no blood-stained doors would save them. Whatever woman tickled their fancy might sate them for a few months to even a year. Eventually, she knew their plague would spread. Spiraling out from their central location like a cancer, slowly infecting everything around them. For a while, they would pick new playthings to keep for as long as those women could hold out.
The factory would serve as their new base of operation. A place for them to play and feed or indulge their grotesque fantasies. Raveena witnessed them feeding the remaining humans to its machines, the ones that could maim. She was fairly certain they left them to die of shock and blood loss. None of their deaths were quick that day. The flesh wound around the gears and stretched along the conveyor, was too much, even for her.
All of this death was on her hands for creating that rip in the veil. If she had stayed in Demornacte none of this would be happening. Raveena forced herself to witness what no one else knew was transpiring in Maryvale or any other town.
Though she had no way to intervene without being recognized or detected. She had to figure out something to slow their progress because her patience was running out. It was a matter of time before found a way to her realm and began eradicating her race. Despite what her race had done to her, the darkness within, and the blood on her hands, some part of her could not fight the urge to save them.
The bodies were dangling from light posts, gutted, maimed, and some were even sewn together in grotesque ways. Others, the poor souls, were skinned and impaled alive. The skinning had been done quickly enough that the brain had not registered it should be dead.
If they didn’t die from shock, blood loss, or hypothermia, they would suffer for a few days. Provided Asmodeus didn’t invite his hellhounds to eat what remained. Though he often released them as part of the clean-up.
Raveena closed her eyes, slowly, and sighed. All she could do was watch and wait. She passed her right hand in front of the mirror and images moved past it in a blur. Then it stopped at the factory, moving around the parameter. They had used a machine called a baler to rid of the elderly and remaining household pets.
The baler, normally used for tightly packing metal shards together, had done the same with human remains. Belial stacked the fleshy cubes outside for them to rot in a grotesque display. Raveena imagined the small would be horrendous.
Reevena swallowed noticing a small pink shoe in one of the bloody-coated, fleshy squares. Her knowledge of the equipment only came as data, glowing on one side of the mirror. Information popped up as she passed her hand across the mirror, mimicking satellite imaging.
The gravel around the factory glimmered a dark oil color under the orangish light of the yard. Its bricks and window sills dripped with the remnants of what sputtered from the machines.
With another wave she moved inside, turning from the machines and their carnage. There it was, women, bloody and naked in dog kennels. Sadly she knew rape was not the worst to happen to them. These women, some of them had witnessed their loved ones thrown into the machines; including their children. Those who refused to cooperate, who bit back, would lose teeth by pliers. If they managed to run, they would break their legs or remove them.
After all, Azazael had masqueraded as a surgeon during World War II. None of his surgeries were genuine, all experimental; combining body parts, removing, and adding organs, and injecting liquids into the blood that should never be put into the body. He wasn’t beyond doing the same thing with these women.
The main room of the factory was two stories, a concrete walkway running around the perimeter. There were other machines on this level, various vacuums for managing dust, that fed out to vents. Raveena watched Asmodeus as he produced a black metal cane with a demonic wolf head on the top.
“What are you up to?” She whispered.
He tapped it twice on the ground and a shockwave of dark energy radiated out from the impact. There was a screech of metal forced to move and the crack of concrete as it broke under strain. The machines on the upper level moved, slamming through the bricks and out into the yard.
Then the bricks moved back as if in rewind, replacing themselves perfectly. Before she watched the concrete seemed to liquify and form several structures along the upper level. Only when she saw the leftover metal scrap on the lower level begin to groan and reform into familiar shapes did she understand his plan. Cells, he was making five-by-five cells.
When Asmodeus had finished the remodel, she watched in disgust as Mammon telepathically commanded the women to strip. Then they slowly moved into the cells, as if hypnotized.
Raveena shuddered in disgust, remembering her time with them. It was one of the few images she could bear less than the rest. For her, it was too personal. Though she never could understand why they bothered to maim the women. They were far more powerful and could easily control them. But they were demons after all, she would never understand their ways.
The witch would check in later when they began to replenish their cattle. Until then, she would remain silent, ever watching as their game continued.
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