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Ascension

Six — The Abyss

The aged desk lamp was the only source of light and so the rest of the tiled interrogation cell was immersed in darkness. Behind a large two-way mirror, Major Landry sighed and took another pull on her cigarette. Her gaze driftet over the frightened, wimpering girl inside the cell and the bald headed interrogator who was sorting an array of surgical instruments on a small metal table. Interrogater Basajew, feared for his cruelty.

The girls face was swollen and bruised and she had soiled herself during the questioning. Landry felt sorry for her. She knew that the girl was a dangerous demon worshipper, but nobody deserved to be at the mercy of that scary creep.

She knew what torture could do to people. For a brief moment, she studied the reflection of her taunt, scar shaped face in the thick armoured glass. She used to be beautiful, but an encounter with a mind controler had left her crippled, and the entire left half of her face disfigured. Deemed unfit for active service, she had been reassigned as a prison warden. She still tried to keep in shape, but tons of paperwork didn’t make that easy.

She despised the prison, the silence, the long dark corridors, the stench of fear and despair. When she joined all those years ago, they had told er that she could make a difference, protect mankind from its darkest enemies. They didn’t tell her that those enemies were a bunch of frightened civilians, unfortunate enough to have developed a telepathic gift. Or their friend. Or their family.

The only person that hated the place even more than her was the Colonel. He had been a promising officer, until some day something went wrong and he had been reassigned to this backwater. Colonel Revere hated boredom. He hated routine. He blamed the prisoners for his situation and boy, did he make them pay.

His iron regime had already earned him a certain notouriety in Rome. Landry suspected this had been the Colonels plan all along. Prisoner mortality was on an all time high and it was only a matter of time until someone reacted. Revere probably couldn’t care less. He just wanted his reassignment, no matter the cost.

There was a sudden fluctuation in the light level. The lamp produced a strange humming sound while dimming noticeably. Landry groaned. Apparently the lamp was as disgusted by Bassajew as she was. There was a crackling sound from his intercom. “Ma’am, your presence is required in the control room.”

* * *

“Report Sergeant!” Landy stormed through the door, adjusting the belt of her black uniform.

The staff of the control room, three young noncoms, looked up from their monitors, clearly uncomfortable. Dozends of yellow warning lights were rapidly flicking on and off. “Ma’am, we have a power loss on the sublevels 18 to 24. The emergency generator has failed to activate and we have lost cameras and internal sensors.”

“What about the automatic lockdown?”

“The status of the cell doors is currently unavailable. We are still trying to reach Captain Dupont for a damage report.”

“We have lost communication as well?” This was worse than she thought. The Colonel would be furious.

“Yes ma’am, the internal communication sys..”

“Sound the alert.” She interrupted the man. “I want the elevators locked and teams deployed in every corridor until this is resolved. Inform the Colonel. Do it!”

“Yes, Ma’am!”

Red warning lights flashed, and sirens began to to blare through the tunnels. There was another sudden drop in light level and for a moment the control room was almost dark, suffused in the dull red glow of the warning lights.

Landry stepped closer to the row of monitors. “What was that?”

“We have lost power on the levels 17 to 8 and...” The door slammed open. A dozen helmeted soldiers entered, men and woman, wearing heavy riot gear, armed with assault rifles and tear gas canisters. Leading them was an obese, bald headed man who wildly gesticulated to the men while dabbing sweat off his puffy face.

Landry stiffened. “Colonel sir, i..”

“Spare me your excuses. Do you realize that Rome will have our heads for this? “

Landry fought to remain calm. “Sir, according to standard procedure in case of a breakout we are to retreat to the shelter and wait for reinforcements. I was going to issue corresponding orders.”

Revere whirled around with a speed that defied his massive body. “There is no confirmed break-out!” He stabbed a fat finger repeatedly into Landrys chest to emphasize his point. She hoped that he was right. In a prison, laden with the worlds most dangerous mind controllers, a jailbreak was a true horror to consider.

She absend mindedly rubbed her left cheek. She remembered that fateful day five years ago as if it were yesterday. She remembered the irresistible voice of the telepath and her fear when he ordered her to disfigure herself and her helplessness when her hands obeyed him. She shuddered.

There was a low, seismic rumble. At first it was faint, like a thunderstorm building on the horizon. It soon became louder, the noise rising until it was an angry roar, rapidly coming closer. For second there was silence. A loud bang followed. The door flew open and the glass of several monitors shattered. The lights went out. Little red lamps began flashing all over the control room.

“REPORT!”

“Sir, we are blind, most systems offline!” the young sergeant stuttered. The radio was filled with static now. Suddenly the static stopped. There was a low hiss, like someone drawing in a deep breath. “The...fire is alive! The...fire!” Just six words. But they were overflowing with pure terror. Ragged screams could be heard in the background, followed by a low growl. The radio fell silent.

The men in the control room looked around, uneasy. Most of them had drawn their weapons now. Some where trembling. The Colonel took a deep breath. “Ready your weapons. We are going down.”

* * *

No one spoke as the elevator descended. The cabin was cramped with almost two dozen heavily armed soldiers, their faces hidden behind black steel helmets and impassive gas masks, routinely checking their equipment. They were the orders elite, equipped with the best gear money could buy and trained to the limit of human resilience.

Even they were nervous. Landry could see it in their increased respiratory frequency and their widely dilated pupils. Like her, most of them wore mind dampeners, devices designed to block out all kinds of mind control and telepathy. Every once in a while the elevator would shake and the metal would groan as if under great stress by an invisible force.

The doors of the elevator slid to the sides, revealing nothing but blackness. A wave of warm and humid air entered the cabin and thick wafts of black smoke began creeping in. Already Landry could feel the first drops of sweat form under her rebreather mask. Several weapon mounted lights lit up as she motioned for the group to advance into the obscure haze of the corridor beyond.

Landry looked around. The elevators opened to a short hallway that served as a security checkpoint. Behind thick, bulletproof glass was a small office for the prison warders and a chain-link gate opened up to an intersection of several corridors. The light cone of her helmet lamp failed to penetrate the fog more than a few metres, but it was obvious that something had gone terribly wrong.

The massive steel door to the office had been lifted out of its hinges and was lying flat on the concrete floor. The inside of the office was empty and blackened with ash, and burned sheets of paper littered the ground.

“Mam?” The voice of Private Chan was shaky and muffled beneath her mask. Landry could see that she was nervous.

Chan stood near the deformed remains of the chain-link fencing, the light beam of her lamp pointing to the ground. Landry knew why she had called. The floor was covered with empty cartridges and a torn, guard issue leather boot.

Landry nodded and tapped her radio. “Proceed with caution, use of deadly force authorized.”

Someone stepped up to her and Landry immediately recognized Reveres massive form. “We will split our forces, Major. I will lead my men into the service ducts to restore the power, while your will proceed with your ladies into the cell tract.”

“Sir, i would advise against splitting our forc..” Landry stopped. Revere hadn’t even stopped to listen and was already leading his squad into the fog to the left of their position. Landry sighed. “Allright Ladies, you heard the Colonel. Evans, Hall you form the vanguard, Chan, McGraw you protect our rear. Lets move out.”

The smoke became even thicker as they penetrated deeper into the complex. Soon the ground became littered with broken glass and pieces of clothing, some of them smeared with blood. The pipework on the ceiling was perforated by rust and a steady trickle of steaming hot water rained down on them, soon drenching their overalls. It was completely quiet but for the steady hiss of their rebreathers.

Landrys radio crackled. “Heat bloom, twelve o’clock, twenty yards.”

She dropped to one knee, spying through the scope of her rifle. “Could be one of ours. Advance and investigate.”

“Copy that.” The black clothed forms of Evans and Hall dissappeared into the fog. Landry waited anxiously, her finger on the trigger of her assault rifle. There was a single shot that echoed loudly through the narrow corridor. Her radio crackled. “Clear.”

She took a deep breath. The tension before a battle was always worse than the battle itself. She just wanted to get this over with, to finally engage the enemy. She rose and quickly stepped through the mist in front of her.

She found Evans and Hall kneeling on the ground next to a bloated corpse. The ragged uniform made it clear that he had once been a guard. Evans looked up, a look of fear in her eyes. “How is this possible Major? Judging by the advanced state of decay this corpse has been here for at least two weeks. We found the dog feeding on his...his brain.”

Landry looked to her right. There lay the body of a dog, blood running from a fresh gunshot wound in its cranium. It looked filthy and starved. Impossible. “I don’t know but this reeks of demonic sorcery.”

The two soldiers in front of Landry looked at each other. “Maybe we should pull back and wait for reinforcements?”

She looked sternly into the two womans eyes. “I know you are young but you have been trained for this. There won’t be any reinforcements and we have our orders. The cell block is right ahead. Now move.”

The cell doors were open. All of them. The cell block was in complete disarray and they had to wade through a knee high layer of garbage. They went through every single cell, small hexagonal cubicles that stank of fear, piss and the coppery smell of spilled blood. Every single one was deserted.

They advanced into the dining hall, which turned out to be a chaotic maze of toppled furniture and in heaps here and there, piled up against the walls or amidst the tables they found corpse after corpse. Most of them had been guards but every once in a while they found a dead inmate, easily discernible by their bright orange fatigues.

Many of the inflated cadavres displayed ghastly wounds, most of which seemed to be self inflicted. The fog was lighter here and as Landrys light traveled over the grey concrete walls she saw that they were covered with all kinds of blasphemous runes and inscriptions that made her eyes hurt from merely looking at them.

There was a strange sound in the air, at first barely audible, like a low, throaty growl. She indicated for her squad to follow her as she pushed forward towards the source of the noise. A weak, orange glow began to penetrate the darkness. “Closed door, thirty yards. There is movement.”

“Copy that. Ready weapons.”

Now Landry saw it too. A small, barred metal door at the end of the hall, slighty ajar. The strange orange light orininated from behind the door, shining through the narrow crack into the hall. And there were moving shadows.

A few short gestures laider the team dispersed around the door. Landry could see Evans placing an explosive charge beside the doorknob. Five silent raiders waited to make their move. Landry gave a short nod. With a thunderous boom the the door blew inwards.

Immediately they rushed in, using the element of surprise and confusion left in the wake of the explosion. Landry was the first to feel it. The air crackled with electric energy and the strong stench of ozone was in the air. Telepathic power of the stronges sort.

Only now did she realize that she had stopped in her tracks and so had her five squadmembers. There were five little flashs of light, followed by five plumes of smoke as the circuits of the mind dampeners fused.

Landry gasped in horror at the scene before her. There was a crowd, men and woman, huddled together, some lying on the floor, others standing, limbs entwined to form something that resembled a bubbling, seething pyramid of human flesh. They were all naked. And they were having sex.

She recognized some faces. Guards, sweating and blank faced, who now were in the process of copulating with each other and with the dangerous telepaths they had sworn to lock away. She saw Captain Dupont take a young woman from behind while his hands were busy kneading and rubbing the breasts of his second in command, Lieutenant Davies who was riding the crotch of a young teenage boy while uninhibitedly fellating another man.

There was a faint breath of wind. Looking down, Landry saw her clothes, her boots and even her weapon dissolve into ash, which was swiftly carried away by the breeze. Something fell to the ground. Looking down she noticed that it was her old trusty revolver. Made from pure silver and covered with runes it seemed immune to whatever vile magic was at work here.

While she was still trying to find enough willpower to reach down she saw the other members of her squad move. Like in slow motion they began to sink to their knees, looks of concentration on their young faces.

There was a strange, musky smell in the air and despite herself Landry felt herself heat up. She fought the urge, but she couldn’t help but to admire her squadmates’ shapely round asses as they sank to all fours.

She had selected most of the girls herself, all young promising soldiers fresh off the academy, their bodies lean and athletic. They were obviously aroused and Landry could see five sets of swollen, sopping wet wet pussy lips peeping out between the shapely round globes above.

Slowly they started to crawl towards the heap of bodies, tiny moaning sounds escaping their lips. For the first time Landry noticed Mary McGraws huge breasts, as they dangled back and forth beneath her crawling form. Compared to these huge orbs, Anna Chans breasts were tiny, but her buttocks were young and firm, and she couldn’t help but wonder how if would feel to stick her face between those shapely asscheeks to lick and suck at...

She clenched her teeth. She wasn’t a lesbian and these it was her job to protect these girls. Never again would she allow one of these mind raping bastards to control her again.

“Why are you fighting me?” Landry covered her ears at the sound. The pile of human bodies in front of her had spoken. All of them, an unholy choir, controlled by an invisible force.

“What are you?” It cost her all of her willpower to speak as dozends of voices entered her mind, pleading for her to submit.

The pyramid moved. One by one the people that formed it began to roll down, until the pyramid of flesh crumbled. Only now did she realize that it had been hollow. She almost choked on her fear as she saw what was inside.

She knew that the being in the middle had once been Master Gaetanos big breasted prisoner but this...woman certainly wasn’t human any more. Her form was tall and slender, red skinned and unearthly beautiful. Her long black hair cascaded in lush locks down her shoulders and her stunning face was the same Landry had seen before and yet it was different.

Her big eyes were black as coal and a huge pair of black wings arose from her back, burning with purple fire, bathing the scene in a surreal light. A long red tail sprouted from her tailbone, wagging back and forth and her fingernails were long and black, almost like talons.

An incarnate demon queen, naked and impossibly beautiful. Landry had to avert her eyes to resist the intense need to sink to her knees to worship this godess.

She saw that the demoness clutched a body close to her chest. It was the disfigured, bruised body of the young girl that Interrogator Basajew hat ‘questioned’ earlier. She could see thick black tears were running from the demons eyes as she cried.

The Major had to fight hard to find the power to speak. “Release these people. They have done nothing to you.”

The demoness looked up and focussed her with her terribly beautiful eyes, those abyssal pits of darkness. “You have almost killed her!” Her voice was trembling with rage. “I need their energy to heal her!”

“And what about the dead all over the complex?” The demon queen snorted. “I haven’t touched them.. I have merely reactivated their conscience. They killed themselves.”

Her teammembers had now reached the pile of human bodies. Dozends of arms began to reach out to pull them close and soon they were shuddering in pleasure as multiple hands and tongues began to stimulate their pleasure centers. Landry could hear a throaty moan escape Julia Evans mouth as a teenage boy grabbed her hips to unceremoniusly penetrate her quivering anus.

“You have to stop this madness.”

The demoness looked at her with fury in her eyes. “I AM stopping this madness. I am stopping your corrupt order, your devilish prison and your inhumane treatment of prisoners. All this ends today.”

Landry clenched her teeth. “YOU end today.” With all her willlpower she bend down, until her fingers found the trusty old revolver at her feet. Slowly she brought it up.

The demoness snorted. “Not even silver bullets can hurt me now.”

Landry shook her head. “Not you, no. But her.” With that her aim shifted.

The eyes of the demon queen widened. “Don’t. Please...don’t.”

* * *

The womans weapon trembled but it remained pointed at Emilia. I could feel her hate. She was good looking, fourtyish, with a toned body and short, dirty blonde hair, narrow hips and small breasts that began to show the first, barely noticeable effects of gravity.

Her muscled stomach was lifting and lowering and i saw how a single drop of sweat began to run down over it. Her face was concentrated as she focussed all her will to resist the effect of my pheromones. I studied her surface thoughts. She did indeed plan to shoot Emilia. She was desperate and again and again her thoughts returned to an event in the past.

She had been controlled before, and she had been hurt. I saw the wounds on her body and soul and i gently reached out to mend them. I could see her finger tremble on the trigger of her weapon as she felt my mind, but she didn’t shoot.

In front of my eyes her flesh healed, and i saw how her eyes became watery as the memories of her abuse faded. I released my grip over her body completely. But i had not misjudged her. The shot never came.

“W..What now?” It wasn’t hard to see that she was confused.

“You have experienced firsthand that mind control can not only be used for evil, but also for good. You have no right to imprison these people just because you are different, nor do you have the right to kidnap children just because they’re useful to you.

You seek to protect humanity from demons and that is the right thing to do. But if you abandon your own humanity in the course, what reason is there to fight demons? You create your own demons, human demons.” I shook my head.

“I will free these people. They haven’t harmed anyone. But you soldiers and guards have. I will free them too, from the propaganda and the false inhibitions that you order has polluted their minds with. I hope that you will learn from this day, Major. I will return soon to check i you have..”

There was a quiet gasp. Looking down, i found Emilias beautiful eyes looking up at me.

“I knew that you would come for me..mistress.”

I gently kissed her on her lips. “Shh, you must rest my love.” She nodded weakly.

“Do you remember your question Emilia? About me being human? I know the answer now.”

She looked at me questioningly.

“There is more to being human than the colour of your blood. It doesn’t matter what sexually pleases you, or who you worship.” I smiled at her.

“It is more important how you treat others, how you live your life, it is more important that you are happy about who you are. It doensn’t really matter if you don’t have a clean conscience, the important part is that you have one and that you are able to listen to it, to be able to reflect on your own actions.

So i guess i know the answer now. I am human. More so than ever before.”

There was a flash of red light as the nightmarish world of the prison faded before our eyes and in no time we found ourselves on an endless, black beach with purple water and a glowing red sun in the sky, with the familiar form of Adramelech waiting for us.

I know most people called this place hell. But i now called it home. And with Emilia, and Adramelech i would go as far, as to call it heaven.

The End