The Hallowed Land Experience

No Escape

 
As he came to, Liander realized that something was very wrong. He was being strapped to a vertical steel rack. A moment of panic set upon him, less for his current predicament than that the video he had taken would be destroyed. That panic was eased when Liander spotted his camera still lying in the shadows. Its unblinking eye continued to bear silent witness to the atrocities in the dungeon.

The host, Marvin Rosenthrall, stared coldly at Liander. "This is a private party. I don't recall inviting you."

Marvin held the same knife that Bob Jonas had used to cut apart the young mother earlier. He flicked the blade expertly across Liander's chest creating a shallow wound. Liander pulled hard against his restraints. The leather cuffs and straps were slick with blood and other things but they held their captive firm. Liander knew he had to somehow escape but he knew that if he used his demonic abilities the echo would bring Tyraeth and the soldiers down upon him quickly, and Tyraeth would not be willing to let him escape.

Another bloody line cut across Liander's chest and his tormentor asked, "Who sent you?"

Liander said nothing. That only earned him a blow to the jaw from the butt of the knife.

The man asked again, shouting this time, "Who sent you?" At Liander's continued silence, Rosenthrall began to rant.

"You think you can just come here and intrude on us? You think you can bring us down? We are leaders! We are men of power! We have God on our side!", Liander looked into the man's eyes and saw that he truly believed what he was saying. "Do you think you can stand against the might of God, you piece of shit?"

Each one of Marvin's sentences was punctuated by another strike of the knife. Soon, Liander's face and chest were covered in a bloody lattice. Liander winced in pain and looked around at the assembled men and then at Rosenthrall. Hate was filling him. Of all the humans that he had ever met, few seemed more deserving of death than the group around him.

"What will your followers think when they find out just what kind of men you are?", Liander spat at them.

The man placed the tip of the blade beneath Liander's ribs and spoke with quietly. "Followers don't think. That's why they are called followers.", Marvin said as a smile formed on his lips. "Besides, they won't find out because you aren't going to be around to tell them."

The demon gasped as the man drove the blade deep into his stomach and wrenched it back out fiercely. He leaned into Liander's face and whispered. "No one will ever stop us."
 

"Don't stop! Don't ever stop!", Kiri shouted as Isaiah did his best to satisfy her.

As he watched Kiri in ecstasy, Isaiah was pleased with himself. He knew that he had done the right thing. Not long ago this poor woman had been a wreck. Her body had been violated and her spirit crushed, but now she was free and uninhibited once again.

"I've saved her.", Isaiah thought to himself as he thrust into Kiri with abandon. With every stroke it felt to Isaiah as if Kiri was getting better and better. He let himself go and rejoiced in her cries of pleasure. He smiled as he kissed her neck and face. Then he decided to go one step further. He decided to share a piece of his soul with her. He would shower her with his essence.

Isaiah knew that what he was going to do was strictly forbidden, but he felt that Kiri's case was an exception, and it didn't hurt that he really wasn't thinking clearly anyway. So just before he came he pulled out of her, slid up her body, and put his cock between Kiri's dark breasts. He then moved back and forth quickly as Kiri pushed her breasts together around his member and soon he exploded in a divine climax.

"Oooooh, yes!", Isaiah shouted. His cock twitched over and over and spurted cum all over Kiri's face and neck as his body began to glow a brilliant blue. He lifted his hands towards the ceiling as holy forces began to swirl around him. A feeling of intense love and acceptance filled the room leaving the two lovers breathless and full of joy. Isaiah didn't hold back and let every ounce of his essence flow out of him as his cock twitched its last. Even Kiri was moved. His spell had touched her heart and made her feel wonderful. That feeling might have made weaker demons stray from the dark side, but it only made Kiri hornier.

"Kiri, my love, I must confess.", Isaiah said as he caught his breath. "I'm an angel. I was sent by God to bless you and save your soul."

Isaiah looked down upon Kiri with his eyes filled with the divine spirit. Platonic love and carnal love swirled within him and become one and the same. He didn't try to stop it, to him it seemed right. He knew that he could save more people if he loved them in a sexual way. He decided that it would be his new calling.

"Shed no more tears, my dear.", Isaiah continued, lifting his head upwards. "And never lose faith in the power of the Almighty."

But Isaiah's moment of glory was cut short as he felt a hand reach up and grasp him tightly in a tender area. He looked down to see Kiri giggling in a way that seemed both innocent and sinister at the same time.

"Yeah.", Kiri said with a smile. "The power of the almighty cock."

The light went out of Isaiah's eyes as he realized that he'd been had. Kiri was a demon and now he was defenseless against her. Kiri had him by the balls.
 

Liander was losing a lot of blood and he knew that he would soon pass out. His body would die and he would be sent hurtling back to Hell to face the probing questions of his Prince. The men would eventually find the camera and destroy the video it held. Liander would fail his mission. He knew that he couldn't let that happen. Maybe Kendra had been lying to him and maybe she hadn't, but now he didn't have a choice. He knew that if was ever going to be free that he had to put that camera into Kendra's cold, dark hands, and he wasn't going to let anyone or anything get in his way. Liander reached deep inside himself and touched the hollow void at his core. The breath of everyone in the room turned to mist as the temperature fell sharply. The camera in the shadows halted its recording as its battery died. The lights flickered and each man felt a profound fatigue take hold.

The stolen energies flowed into Liander and he compressed it down into the hollow place inside himself. He let it mix with all the pain, fear, rage, and despair that he kept bottled up inside. As the men looked on in startled fear, Liander let loose an unearthly scream, a scream filled with the fury of the forces that raged within him and crackling with the electricity that once powered the horrid torturing machine. The sound reflected off the walls of stone, turning back on itself and each time becoming stronger until the rack to which Liander was bound warped, twisted, and broke into a hundred pieces. Liander was free.

While the men held their ears from the supernatural wailing and the stones of the dungeon began to fall, Liander rushed to retrieve his camera. He ran as fast he could through the winding passages toward the exit. All he could think about was finding Kiri and escaping before the angels found them both. Leaving a trail of his own blood behind him, Liander stumbled up the stairs of the dungeon and into the dining area where he found Isaiah and Kiri locked in a peculiar embrace.

"Threesome!", Kiri said excitedly as she saw Liander emerge from behind the curtains. In all the excitement that happened upstairs neither she nor Isaiah had heard or felt what had happened downstairs.

Liander shook his head as he half-ran half-staggered across the room. "Come on!", he shouted and grabbed Kiri's arm as he went by, pulling her along with him and giving Isaiah no other choice but to follow.

Both Isaiah and Kiri began to complain but their protests were cut short as the main doors to the dining room were thrown aside with such force that they nearly came off their hinges. Liander was staring into Tyraeth's face once more and the look in his eyes was unmistakable. He had seen Tyraeth's cold, focused rage many times before and he knew what it meant. Liander knew that he was going to die.

"The deal is off!", Tyraeth bellowed as he jabbed Liander hard in the chest. "I risked my reputation by allowing you in here. I tolerated all of your excesses.", he nodded at Kiri who was still holding Isaiah by his cock. "But now you've crossed over the line and there is no way back."

"Y-y-y-you can still...", Liander stuttered.

"Clean up the mess you've made!?", Tyraeth raged. "No. This is how it's going to work now. Those Christian hypocrites downstairs are going to die and may they roast in hell for all eternity for their sins. That's your fault! You were incompetent, not me. And when they're dead there will be no more need for blackmail or slaves, so Kendra gets nothing!"

Tyraeth was filling with an air of righteousness. Now he could finally settle everything the way that he wanted it settled. Liander thought desperately of a way to save himself.

"Y-you can't just let them die.", Liander said, trying to stop himself from shaking. "You're an angel."

"How dare you talk to me about being an angel!", Tyraeth shouted. "You're a traitor. You never understood. I tried to teach you but I could never get it through your thick head. There's this thing called the greater good. And sometimes a little evil has to be done to achieve that greater good. That's what this is all about. That's why you're here. That's why I agreed to go along with this plan."

"But the greater good can be served in more than one way.", Tyraeth said slowly and firmly. "My way."

Tyraeth cracked his knuckles and Liander gulped hard. "The president and Ashcraft won't have to deal with the Religious Reich and their holy war. Gabriel can save his beloved Muslims and make peace in the Middle East. And Kendra's reputation among angels will be marred forever. She'll have to go back to cutting deals with her backstabbing devils in hell."

Liander tried to find a weak point in Tyraeth's logic but he couldn't see one. He hoped that Tyraeth would keep talking so that he could find a point to argue with him, but it was too late.

"And that leaves just two loose ends that need to be dealt with.", Tyraeth said, his voice turning cold.

Liander glanced over at Kiri who still wore her mischievous smile. She was clueless as to what Tyraeth meant but Liander knew full well what was going to happen next. Tyraeth wasn't just going to kill them and send them back to hell. Tyraeth was going to destroy their souls forever.

"This is it.", Liander thought as the reality of death set in. "This is how it all ends."

Liander knew that it was futile to fight back. Tyraeth was just too powerful. But Liander felt that he wanted to do at least one truly honorable thing in his life. He wanted to die with dignity. So he put down his hands and stood still before his former friend, ready to receive his final punishment quickly and painlessly.

A million thoughts raced through Liander's mind. The old saying about how your life flashes before your eyes before you die was true. As he watched, Liander was astonished, and saddened, by how much of his life he regretted, both as an angel and as a demon. But as he got closer to the present one discordant note struck him. Something didn't make sense. Kendra was a meticulous planner. She seemed to work out every detail and prepare for every possibility in the missions that she directed. But now Liander could see that Kendra had made a fatal mistake. She hadn't accounted for Tyraeth disobeying his orders whether or not something went wrong. Tyraeth had no love for demons and he was the kind of angel who would break the rules as long as it was for the greater good.

Liander's blood started to run cold and he wondered if he had been double-crossed. He wondered if Kendra had made some other deal, sacrificing him for some other form of compensation. But that didn't make any sense either. Between the sex slave deal and two of her better servants on the line she had too much at stake to throw it away. And so Liander's mind went back to thinking about what surprise, if anything, Kendra had in store for Tyraeth. Just as his mind came upon the answer, Kiri blurted it out.

"Kestrel.", Kiri said with a smile and a giggle. Tyraeth's head snapped toward the nude demon and he bared his teeth. But before he could say anything, Kiri started pushing his buttons. "Andre turned her into a demon whore. She got fucked and fisted and raped and beaten and whipped and tortured by all the demon princes in hell."

The veins bulged on Tyraeth's neck as Kiri described the inhuman horrors. It didn't help that she did it with a wistful kind of innocence either. Liander was stunned. There was one thing that he had learned never to do around Tyraeth and that was to mention the name of his lost beloved. Well, that is, if you wanted to live.

"Great. Enrage him before he destroys us.", Liander said under his breath. "So much for dying with dignity."

Liander knew the story, the whole story. He'd been on both sides of it. He remembered Tyraeth and Kestrel when he was an angel. He knew her personally, and he liked her a lot. She had been under Tyraeth's command and over the years she became Tyraeth's favorite. It wasn't because she was the most beautiful of his angels, she wasn't. It wasn't because she was the angel who fought the hardest for him, she didn't. And it wasn't because she would always do what Tyraeth asked of her, she would sometimes disobey. In fact, there wasn't any reason at all why they fell in love, they just did, and they fell in love more than angels were allowed.

At first they fought their feelings. That worked for many years, but then their feelings grew too strong for them to deny. So then they acknowledged their feelings but didn't act on them. That worked for many years as well. But despite how hard they tried they couldn't make what was building between them go away, and at long last they surrendered to their passions.

At first no one said anything. It was their little secret. And it was kept by their closest friends for a long time. Other angels found out about it, slowly but surely, but they respected Tyraeth so much that they let him get away with one little indiscretion on his otherwise flawless record. But eventually gossip spread a little too far and a little too wide, and Gabriel himself found out and was forced deal with the situation. Liander remembered the day that Kestrel was assigned to another master, and how heartbroken Tyraeth had been afterwards. Liander remembered it well because it was the event which first caused him to question whether the archangels truly stood for all that was right and good.

Liander remembered hearing about what had happened to Kestrel. Her new master had been involved in an operation in Egypt when things went very wrong. In the chaos her master had managed to escape with a few of his servants, but Kestrel was not among them. She had been captured by the demon prince Andrealphus. Upon hearing the news Tyraeth became enraged, and fought for permission to rescue her. But he was repeatedly told no, and made to stand down. Tyraeth was crushed, but he obeyed, for he believed that his obedience was for the greater good.

Liander knew the rest of the story. He'd learned it from a few of Kendra's minions. Captured angels are a source of entertainment for the princes of hell and Kestrel was no exception. But Kestrel's punishment was exceptional, far worse than anything Liander had received. And he was grateful for being spared from what she had suffered through.

Now Kiri was describing what had been done to Kestrel in graphic detail, enraging the angel before her. Tyraeth's eye's narrowed as he listened, sensing to his dismay that Kiri's every word was true. He had always thought that something horrible had happened to Kestrel, and he had imagined the worst. But now, hearing the whole story and knowing beyond any doubt that the worst of it was true, a fire ignited inside him that he could not control.

"Yeah. Big, thick, demon cocks violating her every hole.", Kiri said longingly. "Spurting black demon cum all over…oh crap!"

A blinding light erupted from Tyraeth's hands. Kiri had only a split second to react. She dragged Isaiah between herself and Tyraeth, sparing her from the brunt of the attack. Liander watched, stunned, as the two bodies were sent flying across the room by a white light that seared both flesh and bone. Kiri and Isaiah crashed against the far wall and fell to the floor. Isaiah lay motionless atop the dark skinned demon who struggled to get out from underneath him.

"So this is Kendra's perfect plan.", Liander thought to himself as he watched Tyraeth prepare for the killing blast. "I guess that now I'm supposed to run out the door and try to get away. No. Screw Kendra. I'm not going to be a coward. I didn't live with honor, but at least I will die with honor."

"Owww.", Kiri whined, pushing Isaiah's smoking body off of her. Tyraeth's hands began to glow once more, this time much brighter. But just before Tyraeth could unleash the final blow, Kiri managed to get out two very important words. "She's downstairs."

Tyraeth's hands stopped glowing. His eyes opened wide. He couldn't believe his ears.

Tyraeth turned towards Liander with a look in his eyes that Liander had only seen in madmen. "She lies!", Tyraeth erupted at the young demon whose eyes were also growing wider. Tyraeth had heard only the truth in Kiri's words but he did not believe it. He searched Liander for the answer, but Liander was speechless.

Liander reflected back to the scenes he remembered from the dungeon and the women he saw there. He remembered their faces. None of them looked like Kestrel, but that wasn't surprising. Demons and angels could appear to be anyone who they want to be on earth. But there was something that did stand out in his mind. The eyes of the woman who had looked into his before she was strapped into that horrid machine. The gaze that seared his heart and made him feel what he had kept bottled up inside for so long. The eyes that reminded him of who he was so long ago. The eyes that Liander now knew were Kestrel's.

Tyraeth watched Liander's expression change from one of fear to one of disbelief. Liander was overwhelmed. Kendra's plan made sense now, but Liander was reviled by how truly evil it was. Liander had seen the souls of the damned twisted and tortured in every way conceivable and had heard stories of cruelty beyond his imagination. But they always seemed so distant. They seemed like just stories. But now, knowing Tyraeth personally as he did, he realized just how profoundly Kendra was making the angel before him suffer. This wasn't just a distraction, Kendra was going for the throat, punishing Tyraeth for his disobedience and wracking his soul with pain. Liander could see it in Tyraeth's eyes: the fear, the rage, and the insanity. Agonies that Tyraeth had thought were far behind him were coming back to feed on his soul once more. Tyraeth was living his worst nightmare.

And Liander knew how Kendra was able to do it. He knew how she knew all about Kestrel and Tyraeth. Kestrel had never divulged anything about her relationship with Tyraeth to the demons who'd tortured her. She had been strong enough to deny them. But Liander hadn't been. He had told Kendra all about their illicit love affair. He had done so willingly, forsaking all his former friends when he'd fallen from grace. And now Kendra was using that information to burn Tyraeth's soul.

The light went out of Liander's eyes. His shoulders slumped as his shame weighed down upon him. Tyraeth now knew that Kiri hadn't tricked him. He could read it in his old friend's face. Screaming, the large man raced across the room, smashing the wooden door out of his way and then descending into the dungeon. The floor shook once again as there was another collapse in the depths below, but Liander didn't move. Now he understood more than ever the evils that angels and demons inflicted upon one another and he knew that he no longer wanted to be a part of it. He didn't know what he was going to do, but he knew one thing, that he was done serving Kendra, or anyone else. This was the last mission. Ever.

Kiri rose to her feet, or rather her foot. One of her legs was bent at an angle that it shouldn't bend at and one of her arms was broken too.

"Umm, let's get out of here before he comes back.", Kiri said as she started hopping towards the door.

Liander nodded slowly and went to help her along. On his way out he noticed the belly dancer costume lying on the floor and he went to pick it up. He didn't know why he did it. He just suddenly felt like he needed to tie up all his loose ends. He could no longer think about important issues, just the simple things, like getting back the deposit on the costume and delivering the incriminating footage in the camera. He felt that it was the only way that he could make it through the next few hours, by focusing on what he needed to do and forgetting about everything else.

Kiri put her good arm around Liander and he quickly walked her out the door and through the empty halls. Once outside the Shafar auditorium, Liander could see the flashing lights of police cars near the park entrance and he could hear sirens blaring down the street. He wiped Isaiah's jism off of Kiri's chest and neck, lowered his head, and headed for the main gate with Kiri hopping along beside him.

"Yay! We did it!", Kiri cheered. "I know how we can celebrate.", she added and whispered something naughty into Liander's ear.

But no thoughts of wild sex went through Liander's mind. Instead he just nodded and kept walking. Soon they were through the main gate where a police officer was waiting. He held out his hand to stop them and then saw what condition they were in. Liander was covered in blood and knife wounds and Kiri needed to get to the hospital fast. The officer changed his mind and ushered them towards a nearby ambulance where two men were waiting. The ambulance driver and the emergency technician laid Kiri down on a stretcher and loaded her into the back of the ambulance. Then Liander and the technician climbed in after her. In a flash they were off, lights flashing and siren blaring.

"I'm okay.", Liander insisted as the technician pulled out a few rolls of gauze. "Help the girl."

The technician nodded and handed the rolls to Liander, who began wrapping up his wounds. Then the technician examined Kiri's broken limbs.

"These aren't bad. I can set them at the next stop.", the technician said confidently. "Simon! Hold up for a minute here."

The driver did as he was told and the technician gasped Kiri's arm firmly.

"This is going to hurt for a moment, but then it will feel a lot better.", the technician told her.

"Yeah, like anal.", Kiri said with a smile.

The technician paused for a moment. Then he looked up at Liander who didn't react at all.

"Yeah, something like, THAT.", the technician said sharply as he pulled Kiri's arm back into position.

"Yeeeeeeeooow.", Kiri exclaimed. "Ohhhhhhh, yeah. That feels a lot better.", she added in a voice that most women only use in the bedroom.

The driver glanced back. "What's going on back there Brad?", he asked with a silly grin on his face. "Everything still 'professional'?"

Brad shook his head and smiled. Then he went to Kiri's leg and got a firm grip on her thigh and ankle.

"Okay, on the count of three.", Brad told his patient. Kiri nodded and they both started to count together.

"One…", they both said, but Brad never made it to two. Instead he pulled hard on Kiri's leg and quickly bent it back in the normal direction.

"Twooooowoooowooooch!", Kiri shouted. It hurt, but to her it was like S&M. "Oh god, Brad.", she said breathing hard. "You're so good. You're so big, and strong."

Kiri reached down with her good arm and started rubbing Brad's hands. Brad looked up at Liander again who was just staring out the back window.

"Yeah, baby." , Simon said with just a hint of a British accent. "Brad's got the magic touch."

"Drive.", Brad replied as he started wrapping Kiri's injured limbs in plastic. Before long he had two inflatable casts on the otherwise nude woman. He tried not to let his eyes linger as he looked down at her sexy body, but he couldn't help it. Kiri made sure to let him see everything.

"There you are." Brad said with a smile, finally looking at her eyes again. "Those will keep you warm until we get to the hospital."

Kiri nodded. "Brad?", she said in a soft voice. "You were great. And I want to return the favor."

"What's that?" Brad said, leaning down so that he could hear Kiri better.

Kiri whispered in his ear. "I want to set your bone straight. And keep it warm until we get to the hospital."

Brad could barely believe his ears. He took another look at Liander who was still staring out the back window.

"Is she umm…?", the technician began.

"Go for it.", Liander said emotionlessly. He didn't care anymore. He didn't care about anything. He just waited for the time when it would all be over.