70. Mara Thinks Back

***Triger warning on this chapter***

“Mara, are you going to go to earth. Your brothers have all decided to go there.”

“Why are you asking me what my plans are. What are you to me?”

There was no response.

“Right, you are nothing but a dumb whore now get out of my room.”

He spoke as he reached for his glass of wine. He had remained in hell while his siblings and most of the demons ventured out. He had his hands full most days. Taking time to torture angels. He had never had so many to play with.

He was beside himself most days. He had to hand it to Elise, she knew how to brighten his day. When she had first escaped dread had filled him. But now he was kind of thankful she had escaped. She was responsible for having his dungeons full of angels.

Still though he did miss torturing Elise. She to him was the most satisfying. He loved the way he had scared up her body. He came to visit her every day while she had been his captive. He had done unimaginable things to her.

Just thinking of those times made him feel all excited. He contemplates sending for another girl to entertain him. Then again, he thought ‘What is the point it is not like any of the women in hell are like her. ‘Elise what have you done to me. I mean I thought I felt passion before but having her was bliss.’

‘I will have her again. I must have her again. There is nothing like her. Those angels are good for keeping me entertained but cutting up her black wings. Feeling her beneath me as I am inside her. I miss her white skin. I took the time to really make her into my masterpiece. And I want that masterpiece back’

He said in his inner monologue. He had spent more time with her than Leviathan had, and he missed the time he had with her. He was obsessed with her. Every time he tortured, he thought of her. When he had women, he would think of Elise. She consumed his mind.

Mara got up and stretched. He got up and went and got dressed. He then headed to his dining hall to eat. As he dug into the food he began to think back on his time with Elise. She had been with him for a year, and he had come down to see her.

“Elise.”

She didn’t respond. She had never said a word the whole time she had been held captive.

“Come on now love.”

He said as he stroked his dagger across her face cutting into her pale flesh.

“If you speak, I will be gentle with you. “

Still, like always she said nothing.

“You know I think you do this because you like it rough. I mean why else have you never said a word. A whole year and not a sound has passed your lips. Maybe I should cut them off.”

He dragged the knife up to her lips, cutting them. They began to bleed then he came in close so he could whisper in her ear.

“I think I have a better idea for those lips though. I had to design this little contraption. It keeps you from closing your mouth.”

He laughed thinking about that night. He loved their anniversaries together. He always seemed to make it special somehow. In the years that followed her leaving he had tried to create situations like he had with her over again.

But it had been hopeless as there were no other female angels. And even if there was, he had developed a weird bond with Elise. The last few years he had spent with her he had come up with an idea. He wanted to have her have a child with him.

Mara had millions of children, but he had convinced himself that having a child with Elise would be a way to tie her to him. He wanted her for all time. It was not so much that he wanted another child, but she wanted more control over her.

He also wanted to know what that would be like. Would a child of a prince of hell and whatever she was be something beyond comprehension. He assumed that the child would be a way to bring everyone to heal.

If they were someone able to have a child that had the traits she had of her father and was able to have a divine weapon that could kill. Then Mara could use him to command all. The idea intrigued him. He liked the idea of being in charge of everyone.

He knew the first person he would kill if he could would be Leviathan. To him his brother was what was keeping Elise from fully being his. The way his warped mind worked he saw him as the tether keeping up Elise resolve.

He figured if she could see Leviathan dying then she would have lost everything and officially be broken. Once she was broken, he could bring her to him with having to torture her. Although even if it did come to that he would still inflict a lot of pain as having her blood drip down her body gave him a satisfaction he could not even explain.

Mara finished eating his food and made his way to the dungeons. He had one of the angels already hanging by their wrists.

“So good to see you this morning.”

He jeered.

“Stop what do you want.”

“What I want is not here, so I am settling for you.”

He then cut into the angel's back pulling out its white wing.

“Look at that some of the feathers have grown back. How sad.”

He then grabbed one of the metal hooks on the wall and jammed it through the wing. He went to the wall and pulled the chains it tugged on the hook holding the wing making it erect. Mara then went and used his knife wedging between the feathers and pulling at them till they were ripped out at the stems.

Once he had finished, he looked at the wing. It was just bones jutting out from the limp body. He was looking forward to doing the next one. As he went to get the other hook for the opposite wing the man spoke.

“Why don’t you get what you want instead of doing this every day.”

Then he smiled at the thought. He liked the idea of getting Elise back. Maybe it would be possible, he thought. Then a plan started to form in his mind. He planned to make her his completely and for her to have his children.