- Location
- Michigan
Oh man, don't read Dresden. That reminds me, a new book is out today.
Hell to Pay
- Thread starter Hiver
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Oh man, don't read Dresden. That reminds me, a new book is out today.
- Location
- Chile
Dresden's string of dangerous and unfortunate stuff comes around once a year.
Saint just got back from spending hundred of years in a hell dimension.
It's a differnt scale.
- Location
- Michigan
- Location
- Mythodea
Yo Dawg, I heard you like hilts, so I put an hilt on your sword hilt so you can grasp your hilt while you grasp your hilt.
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I couldn't breathe. I couldn't move.
Breath. Air! I couldn't… I couldn't…
Something grabbed me by the hair and tugged hard, pulling me upwards and backwards. I coughed as I was torn out of my thick watery mud, gasping for breath.
Twisting, I coughed and spit out the dirty water and mud and… things.
The strong hand holding my hard, slammed me against the dirty ground hard and I saw stars for a second. I didn't move, just trying to breath as it started to haul me along the ground by the hair.
It hurt, but I couldn't move.
'Taziel?'
Silence. Nothing.
'Taziel? Please?'
Nothing.
Forcing my eyes open, I felt my eyes water from the stinging mud, but I could see. The sky was red, shapes on tattered wings flying past in through clouds of dark smoke. There were three burning red suns in the sky and six moons.
The thing hauling me by the hair looked like a man, if the ones that created it had never seen one and insisted on adding claws and horns everywhere.
I was…
I was in hell.
After everything, after everything I did, after everything I survived… I had died. I had died and finally ended up in hell.
After doing their business, after stopping Anduriel…
All of it for nothing. Just for consorting with Taziel, I was thrown here. All of it for nothing.
Taziel… I couldn't feel her. For the first time in hundreds of years, I couldn't feel her.
I was just… I was just tired. I didn't want to fight anymore, I was just so…
I closed my eyes.
'Find me.'
I remembered. She wanted me to find her, but… without her, how could I possibly do that? How could I possibly…
The universe hates me. The demons hate me. The heavens hate me. The creator obviously hates me. I just… I just couldn't fight it all.
The demon suddenly jerked me hard upwards and my back hit something hard as he hauled me onto something cool and hard.
I opened my eyes and looked up at his twisted visage as he grinned down at me, his maw filled with shark like teeth, his four eyes glowing with malice as he pulled a jagged bronze dagger from his belt.
After all I did… ever since I picked up that coin, after being dropped off in Sunnydale, after everything, after every battle…
Just toyed with me.
Just put me in Sunnydale. Something did that. For what? To just have me end up here? To just see what happened?
How dare they?
How fucking dare they do all that to me? Was it the Creator? Some big fucking plan just to change fate and stop Anduriel?
No… no. No!
I don't care who did it, but fuck that. Fuck that with a rusty fucking chainsaw and fuck you!
I wasn't even aware that I snarled that last part as the dagger stabbed down towards me and I met it with my hand, grasping his wrist and stopping the tip a fraction of an inch from my chest.
The demon snarled in surprise and I twisted, turning off the stone table as I punched it in the nose, giving the outside of its knee a hard downwards kick.
The demon howled in pain as there was a crackle pop as its knee dislocated. The dagger dropped and I snatched it up before it hit the table. Grabbing its horn, I slammed its face down against the table and slammed the dagger down through the back of its neck. The demon jerked twice and then went still.
Tearing the dagger free, I pushed the demon away as I got fully onto my feet, standing up as I looked around.
I wasn't the only being around, but the rest were demons, all of them staring in my direction in what could only be described as shock.
I looked down at myself. I looked like me, just… naked and coated in mud. Rolling my shoulders I looked around and shifted the grip of my new dagger, flipping it over in my hand.
The closest demon, a bigger and more muscular model than the one that was lying dead at my feet started towards me as it snarled, growling deeply.
I turned towards it and started to walk.
Fine.
Everything wants me dead. Demons, Angels…
I'll take you all on. I'll find Taziel.
Then we'll kill you all.
The demon snarled and shifted the grip on his own dagger, starting to run, charging towards me, his companions starting to follow as they roared.
No more demons, no more angels.
I'll find her.
Then we're coming for you.
All of you.
We had a plan after all and there will be hell to pay.
AN// And that's it with Saint for now. Now for something completely different as on Sunday we will resume with MLP and things driving Blank Page a bit batty in the continuation Repercussions. I hope you enjoyed this and thank you for reading. And a special thanks once again to those that assisted in the betaing of this story.
Breath. Air! I couldn't… I couldn't…
Something grabbed me by the hair and tugged hard, pulling me upwards and backwards. I coughed as I was torn out of my thick watery mud, gasping for breath.
Twisting, I coughed and spit out the dirty water and mud and… things.
The strong hand holding my hard, slammed me against the dirty ground hard and I saw stars for a second. I didn't move, just trying to breath as it started to haul me along the ground by the hair.
It hurt, but I couldn't move.
'Taziel?'
Silence. Nothing.
'Taziel? Please?'
Nothing.
Forcing my eyes open, I felt my eyes water from the stinging mud, but I could see. The sky was red, shapes on tattered wings flying past in through clouds of dark smoke. There were three burning red suns in the sky and six moons.
The thing hauling me by the hair looked like a man, if the ones that created it had never seen one and insisted on adding claws and horns everywhere.
I was…
I was in hell.
After everything, after everything I did, after everything I survived… I had died. I had died and finally ended up in hell.
After doing their business, after stopping Anduriel…
All of it for nothing. Just for consorting with Taziel, I was thrown here. All of it for nothing.
Taziel… I couldn't feel her. For the first time in hundreds of years, I couldn't feel her.
I was just… I was just tired. I didn't want to fight anymore, I was just so…
I closed my eyes.
'Find me.'
I remembered. She wanted me to find her, but… without her, how could I possibly do that? How could I possibly…
The universe hates me. The demons hate me. The heavens hate me. The creator obviously hates me. I just… I just couldn't fight it all.
The demon suddenly jerked me hard upwards and my back hit something hard as he hauled me onto something cool and hard.
I opened my eyes and looked up at his twisted visage as he grinned down at me, his maw filled with shark like teeth, his four eyes glowing with malice as he pulled a jagged bronze dagger from his belt.
After all I did… ever since I picked up that coin, after being dropped off in Sunnydale, after everything, after every battle…
Just toyed with me.
Just put me in Sunnydale. Something did that. For what? To just have me end up here? To just see what happened?
How dare they?
How fucking dare they do all that to me? Was it the Creator? Some big fucking plan just to change fate and stop Anduriel?
No… no. No!
I don't care who did it, but fuck that. Fuck that with a rusty fucking chainsaw and fuck you!
I wasn't even aware that I snarled that last part as the dagger stabbed down towards me and I met it with my hand, grasping his wrist and stopping the tip a fraction of an inch from my chest.
The demon snarled in surprise and I twisted, turning off the stone table as I punched it in the nose, giving the outside of its knee a hard downwards kick.
The demon howled in pain as there was a crackle pop as its knee dislocated. The dagger dropped and I snatched it up before it hit the table. Grabbing its horn, I slammed its face down against the table and slammed the dagger down through the back of its neck. The demon jerked twice and then went still.
Tearing the dagger free, I pushed the demon away as I got fully onto my feet, standing up as I looked around.
I wasn't the only being around, but the rest were demons, all of them staring in my direction in what could only be described as shock.
I looked down at myself. I looked like me, just… naked and coated in mud. Rolling my shoulders I looked around and shifted the grip of my new dagger, flipping it over in my hand.
The closest demon, a bigger and more muscular model than the one that was lying dead at my feet started towards me as it snarled, growling deeply.
I turned towards it and started to walk.
Fine.
Everything wants me dead. Demons, Angels…
I'll take you all on. I'll find Taziel.
Then we'll kill you all.
The demon snarled and shifted the grip on his own dagger, starting to run, charging towards me, his companions starting to follow as they roared.
No more demons, no more angels.
I'll find her.
Then we're coming for you.
All of you.
We had a plan after all and there will be hell to pay.
AN// And that's it with Saint for now. Now for something completely different as on Sunday we will resume with MLP and things driving Blank Page a bit batty in the continuation Repercussions. I hope you enjoyed this and thank you for reading. And a special thanks once again to those that assisted in the betaing of this story.
- Location
- United states
"...And so our intrepid hero was stuck in hell again, bereft of his friendly tag along and without his sword. This seemed to be the end of his journey to the demons and devils of hell, but little did they know there was..."
*Mic Drop*
Thank you for the story Hiver!
*Mic Drop*
Thank you for the story Hiver!
- Location
- New Jersey, USA
Out of curiosity, if there's a fourth in this series, will the third also end with Saint in hell?
- Location
- Seattle, Washington, USA
Let me guess. That plan involves the words rip and tear?
Mr. Cloak
Orchestrator of Paradoxical Apocalypse
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- I
Finagle007
[Verified Great Old One]
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
Ah, perfect timing! I was getting a bit worried there.
Enthusiast#117
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- Location
- United States
Well that was a complete lack of catharsis.
RIP AND TEAR!!!
UNTIL IT IS DONE!!!
UNTIL IT IS DONE!!!
- Location
- Oblivion
And that's why you should never work with Fallen Angels.
IvanDead
My bones are made of schadenfreude.
- Location
- Brasil
For that logic we should not work with Angels too, nor against any of them either. Oh, and demons, never forget demons.And that's why you should never work with Fallen Angels.
Arrrrgh.... on the one hand I'm happy to see what will happen with Blank Page as he is probably my favourite of your SI characters... on the gripping hand however I want this to continue being worked on and am worried we won't see anymore for another four years >.<
Speak for yourself I am eagerly awaiting the MLP continuation
- Location
- Philippines
This chapter was so expectedly frustrating. Not because we're back in hell, but more because Saint literally had zero character development and character interaction with the two worlds he's been to! Sure it was interesting/exciting watching him piss off the nickelheads and the good guys alike in the Dresdenverse but that jump completely removed him from any exciting events on the Buffyverse!
Ugh.
And now he's rip and tearing and I sincerely hope the cycle doesn't repeat. That he returns to the actual universe where he has actual connections after he got his wingwoman back.
I hope I'm not coming off as too scathing, guys. Just really frustrated.
Ugh.
And now he's rip and tearing and I sincerely hope the cycle doesn't repeat. That he returns to the actual universe where he has actual connections after he got his wingwoman back.
I hope I'm not coming off as too scathing, guys. Just really frustrated.
- Location
- Someone else's head
That hits damn hard.
I know a lot of readers probably can't even imagine, but suddenly being alone in your head like that would be awful. I wouldn't call it a nightmare of mine exactly because I don't view it as a particularly realistic possibility, but it's not pleasant to contemplate.
- Pronouns
- she/her
Once you beat the big badasses and clean out the moon base you're supposed to win, aren't you? Aren't you? Where's your fat reward and ticket home? What the hell is this? It's not supposed to end this way!
It stinks like rotten meat, but looks like the lost Deimos base. Looks like you're stuck on the shores of hell. The only way out is through.
To continue the Doom experience, play The Shores of Hell and its amazing sequel, Inferno!
Personally, I suspect this is actually happening purely in his mind. Andriel using the secord or two of contact in real time to do a potentially 'centuries long' scenario in Saint's mindscape, trying to break/corrupt/steal him from Taziel as revenge for the death of Nicky.