The Second Time Around Ch. 12

"No, Gina, I gave you my word that you would be protected."

"But you need it!"

"My death is for His glory, but your own would break me. No matter what happens, Gina," Brigitte said pausing to catch her breath. "I love you. You were the closest thing to a sister that I have ever had. I will never forget you."

"But Brigitte...what is it?" she inquired slowly turning her head in the direction of Brigitte's unbending stare.

"Stay put, no matter what," she firmly replied as their eyes met. Brigitte stood to her feet, determination in place as she stared at the figure the Almighty had entrapped since the dawn of the century. Somehow in her endeavor to free Gina, her burst of energy had done exactly what they were staking their lives against: emancipating the prince.

Gina didn't have to be told that this presence, even on a bad day, was strong enough to take Brigitte out in her current state. The negative aura exuded from his hidden figure made her skin crawl as if thousands of insects were trampling all over her. She held onto Brigitte violently, wanting to keep her away from this beast, but Brigitte calmly removed her death grip and went forward fearlessly.

"Brigitte! No!" Gina stood to her feet, spear pointed into the abyss as she ran to the aid of her friend, but she slammed into an invisible barrier, crumbling to the ground unconscious.

She shouldn't have looked back; nonetheless she made the mistake of doing so. Gina's broken whimper had distracted her for only a fraction of a second; long enough for the prince to sink his jagged nails into the depths of her stomach, wrenching her insides about in one definite twist. She felt his hand ripping her apart as his arm elevated towards her heart in search of the orb. She refused to relinquish it so easily. Mustering what little energy remaining inside of her abused body, Brigitte casted him away with a loud shout of agony. She heard a thunderous crash before she collapsed in a pool of blood.

"Ca—caid. Caid..."

He didn't hear her call him, he more so felt her beckoning him to assist her. Something felt incredibly wrong. When he turned about to discover her body slowly draining of her life force, he released a bellow, from deep within, filled with agony and loss. He thrust Abdigar away from him, fighting with all that was in him to get to her in time. He needed to save her. This was not the way things were supposed to be. He didn't know how he did it, but he sent his opponent flying through the ceiling in order to get to his love.

"Brigitte, Brigitte, open your eyes, mio cuore," he supplicated. Tears burned and blocked his vision as he grasped her unresponding form close to him. "I promised you that we would be together," he told her completely shattered at the thought of losing her. "Please do not die on me, Alexandra."

Brigitte gasped, her golden eyes the color of molten silver as they wearily opened, "Ezra, I do not have long," she coughed, her feeble hand gripped his shirt, tainting the fabric of his chemise red with her blood. "I no longer serve much purpose, but you—"

"No, please—"

"You must continue what I—I have failed to do." Her eyes misted over as she looked up at him. "Oh, how I was happy to have found you once more. I wanted us to have children and raise a family like we always planned," she forced sputtering as blood seeped between her teeth. "This cannot be."

"My love..."

She took his hand clutching it to her heart and gazed upon him sadly as her orb left her body, ending her life in the process, and entered into his own.

"No!" His roar of misery shook the cavern, once invisible stalagmites and stalactites breaking apart and shattering all around him. Something inside of him died with her. He watched her lovely brown skin faint to ashen grey, her thick, long hair becoming white and crinkled about her head. She was gone and it was his entire fault.

"How touching," Abdigar stated, using his thick haunch to slap his hand against in the form of applause. "I nearly teared up from such a cheesy scene, but alas, no tears did fall in the end."

"Abdigar," Caid gritted out, clenching his teeth to the point where several cracked and chipped. "ABDIGAR! YOU WILL PAY FOR WHAT YOU HAVE DONE! AND THEN YOUR BELOVED PRINCE WILL BE NEXT!" he threatened. His anger, pain, and fury was all that Caid needed to engage Abdigar. They clashed together thunderously, lightening reflecting and illuminating the blackness.

"Are you angry?" Abdigar taunted, slobber dipping onto Caid's arm and burning him. "Do you want to go cry to your mommy?"

Caid snarled in response, red blinding his eyes as bloodlust took over his consciousness. "You will die!" He didn't reflect upon his actions giving Abdigar the upper hand over him.

"Not today, my friend. Not today," Abdigar gloated. Little did Caid realize, but his anger was only fueling the negative energy about him. In effect, Caid was helping him win this battle. He guffawed with laughter as he splintered Caid's arms one by one, almost hunching over with mirth when he collapsed to the ground in anguish. "Do you think that losing your whore was the most painful experience? Your death will be filled with more suffering than you could ever imagine."

Caid screamed in torment, not from the pain but from the loss of Brigitte, he wanted to join her in death's peace and surrender it all. He didn't want to give a damn anymore. Let the damn earth be destroyed. Nothing mattered except seeing her smiling face again.

"We must not give up, Ezra, or Alexandra's death will be in vain."

"What would you know?!" he questioned himself bitterly.

"We were created together, Alexandra and I. If anyone understands your grief, it is I. To witness her reoccurring death every single decade. I know your pain. We will be reunited once more, my Alexandra and I, but you must completely accept me in your heart if you want to defeat this evil. Bring me forth, Caid, and as Ezra we shall vanquish this darkness for good."

Caid sobbed, his arms useless by his side. "I no longer possess the strength," he confessed.

"I will give it to you."

Heat filled his bones as they reset, fusing together as if they had never been fractured. His energy levels were slowly increasing, endowing him with the confidence he needed to stand. Caid looked at Abdigar with renewed resolve. He could feel his true Collaborator coming to the forefront.

"I cannot allow this," Abdigar growled striking Caid in his abdomen. Abdigar knew that if Ezra, Caid's true Collaborator awoke within him as he was supposed to from the very beginning, he wouldn't stand a chance. He was buying his prince time to heal and return and once he made his reappearance, the prince would drain Caid of his life force and snatch the orb from within his chest further empowering himself.

Caid sputtered from the impact, Ezra's grip eventually releasing him as his focus shifted to defending himself. He grasped blindly for Abdigar's arm yet was welcomed with a blow to the face. He took the ceaseless pounding, his body wanting to revolt except his vitality was diminishing. His eyes caught a glimpse of Brigitte's lifeless form, her blood encircling her like an ironic halo. Caid decided that he would finish what she couldn't. Grabbing Abdigar's claw he squeezed tightly until he felt the snap.

"You may not consider me a worthy opponent, but allow me to prove you wrong." His blue eyes that were dimmed due to Brigitte's passing were reawakening. His strive seemed to be revived if only for a moment to finally be rid of Abdigar, then it could return from whence it came. He stretched back his balled hand, fire encompassing his fist as he descended it upon Abdigar's face. Despite his trapped position and his broken leg, Abdigar thrashed about matching Caid blow for blow. They grappled on the ground, tearing at each other's skin in a feverish haze until finally they separated long enough to recuperate their breaths.

"Just like your little partner lying on the ground, you too will join her. Let me precipitate your voyage," Abdigar told him as he launched himself forward. Caid sidestepped him enough to dodge his attack then lifted his blazing fist to return the favor Abdigar had done him: hitting him in the belly. He felt his fist push forward as ABdigar grabbed his advancing arm and shouted in pain. His sticky, oozing flesh melted onto Caid's arm as Caid made a hole through his thick corpse then expanded the length of his flames to destroy Abdigar from the inside out.

He stumbled away from the demon's charred remains, his body heaving for oxygen as the scent of sulfur intensified in his nostrils. He barely recuperated, running to Gina to see if she was well. She was still cataleptic, but at least her breathing was even. She held a tight grip on the still combined form of the scepter and scythe in her hand even in her state of unconsciousness.

"I will get you both out of here," Caid told her.

"Or will you, Collaborator?"

"Abaddon," Caid gritted out.

"So nice of you to remember me, Ezra, after having imprisoned me in utter darkness."

"You deserved to be casted away. You dared to lift your hand against the Almighty!"

Abaddon scoffed, "The Almighty? If he is so mighty, why hasn't he descended to Hell to deal with me himself instead of sending his minions?"

Caid gently laid Gina back on the ground to rest, ready to take on Abaddon in case he was thinking of attacking. "You would be content with the destruction of another earth, you vile creature."

Abaddon gloated, nodding his head in agreement as he stood stock still to size up his adversary. "Since that can't be the case, I'll have to quickly do away with you and start a new world of my own," he said. He took one step disappearing from view to reappear directly before Caid. Mimicking his actions with Brigitte, Abaddon plunged his jagged nails into Caid's belly, smiling delightfully as he watched the Collaborate's mouth open in an attempted cry of pain, silence escaping his lips instead. Caid sagged to the floor, his body trembling from the open gash in his abdomen as his eyes stared listlessly up towards the prince of demons.

"You know, today is an honorary day," Abaddon recounted. "That little Alexandra, I should have known that she was a spit fire. To think that she so unknowingly released me instead of destroying as she planned. I was going to do away with the both of you, but I have had a change of heart. To repay you for the centuries of suffering I endured by your hands, I will torture you before slowly draining you of your life source and ripping that orb from your chest."

Abaddon kneeled down before Caid still smiling devilishly. "Do you know how I will make you suffer? Because you took away my mother, Jezebel, and my father, King Baalzar, I will take away the very thing that you love the most."

Caid's eyes went to Brigitte before once more glaring up into Abaddon's black eyes.

"I know what you're thinking, Collaborator. Yes, she may be gone, but I will allow you to live long enough to witness her revival before I end your life. Alexandra will be my queen and you will be nothing but dust," he said whilst dragging a bloody fingernail along Caid's chest to cut his breast open.

His loss of blood impeded him from moving much less responding; nevertheless Caid willed his body to respond to his bidding. Nothing occurred. He watched helplessly as Abaddon approached Brigitte's lifeless body and roughly ripped away at her clothing to reveal her naked flesh. He trailed his snakelike tongue along the length of her neck as his black eyes looked up mockingly in Caid's direction.

"So delicious," he hissed as he extended an arm towards her genitalia. He rubbed unhurriedly, increasing his fingers the more agitated Caid became until he was laughing uncontrollably. "What? You don't like the way I'm bringing her back to life?"

Caid growled, wishing that he could jump up and belt Abaddon in the face. He was disgusted at himself for being stuck and unable to do anything. This necrophiliac had no business being near her. He nearly choked on his blood when her body twitched. No!

"She's responding to me already. Such a wanton little wench," Abaddon whispered as his lips travelled down Brigitte's body. He lapped at her breasts, biting into her breast hard enough to leave the impression of his teeth. He hesitated at her midsection, hovering above it briefly then extending his slivering tongue inside to taste the copper of her blood. He closed his eyes in ecstasy. He buried his face in her open crevice covering his face with it then went lower to her sex to lick away. He could hear Caid in the background wiggling about with all of his might. There's nothing that he could do to stop the events about to occur.

Brigitte's legs twitched, her body convulsing as her soul took its rightful place inside of it. She felt pain, searing pain that refused to give her reprieve. She ached, remembering the gaping hole in her belly and the suffering she had endured along with it. She felt something akin to sandpaper assaulting her sensitive nether region. "Caid, it hurts. Please stop." It never once crossed her mind to wonder why she was once more alive.

"Don't fret, my queen, the pain will soon be over."

Her brown golden eyes reflected confusion until Abaddon came into view. She fought him with what little strength she had in her being, clawing at his face and crying out when her nails ripped from the toughness of his skin. "No! No!" she screamed wanting him off her.

"Resistance is futile. Your lover boy can't save you," Abaddon told her snatching her face within his hand to force her head back in to look at Caid.

"No," she whimpered at the amount of blood seeping from his form.

"He said that he wanted to watch. Better yet, let me give him a new view," Abaddon said raising his hands. Caid lifted up off of the ground, his blood dripping down to where he once laid. Jagged stones embedded themselves in his wrists and sides, confining him in an upright position.

"Abad—don..." He wanted to kill him for what he was doing to Brigitte.

"CAID!!!"

Abaddon laughed as he positioned himself between her thighs then thrust his hard penis inside of her. Her cries of torment only excited him more as he enthusiastically watched her with his unyielding gaze as he plunged inside of her.

"You are hurting me! No! No!"

His labored heaves filled the cavern as she smiled down at her, restraining her hands above her head as he pressed their bodies together, his blood coating his belly. "Yes, yes!"

Gina slowly came to, her head pounding. Heart wrenching screams filled her ears as she gingerly lifted her head. She nearly gasped at the sight before her: Caid's battered body dripping blood as he remained suspended over their heads and Brigitte being violently ravaged by a wickedly laughing maniac. It was all surreal. For a moment she doubted the identity of this man inflicting pain upon her companion however the strong aura of evil radiating from his physique informed her that this was the demon prince. She was still choked nevertheless to see that he looked human.

Of all the vile creatures he could have resembled, why did he have to appear human? His heavy bulk easily kept Brigitte's revolting form under submission as he greedily raped her, ignoring her cries and pleas for him to stop. Gina felt her stomach lurch at the smell of blood in the air. It was disgusting. She never wanted to witness something this horrifying again and neither would she wish this upon her worst enemy. Why was this happening and exactly how long had she been unconscious? Caid wasn't in that deplorable state the last she had seen him and Abdigar, where was he? She carefully lifted her head to discover his charred remains still steaming with smoke.

What could she do? She had to find a way to free Caid and to help Brigitte. Poor Brigitte. Her agony was palpable. Gina felt as helpless as Caid although she was not confined as he was, forced to witness the woman he loved being possessed by another being. Gina felt both of her pain to the point where her stomach lurch once more. She had to keep it together or this demon would be privy of her presence before she could make herself useful and God only knows what he would do to her.

Caid tried to pull his body away to fall downwards towards that bastard. Every time Abaddon surged into Brigitte, her eyes would pleadingly call to him as he snatched away bits and pieces of her humanity. At first Caid thought that he was only imagining things however, he noted that Brigitte's strength was rapidly weakening and her eyes...her beautiful golden eyes were clouding over. She was dying again.

"How does this make you feel?" Abaddon enquired. It made him feel beyond satisfied to have her tight walls squeezing his large member so mercilessly. He knew that his size would have already killed a normal human. It was the width of a baby's head, the length that of a wooden ruler, and as hard as a steel pole. It was beyond painful, but in a while Brigitte would learn to enjoy this pain. He noted that her eyes were fading out and quickened his pace. She was almost there. Soon she would be his. He still remembered the very first and last time that he had seen her lovely face. She had ruthlessly subdued and chained him with the group of other Collaborator's wrestling to shove him into outer darkness. He had put up a decent fight, but when their eyes met, he wished for the first time in his life that he had been created a different being.

He had lusted after her in those brief minutes before he was casted away. And now here he was with his dick deeply buried inside of her walls turning her over to the dark side. Her transformation would soon be complete and then they would kill her old lover together and rule the new world as one. He looked up at Caid eyeing him pitifully as he clenched his teeth, until his jaws bled, in an effort to with stand the pain as he continued to thrash about in the hopes of freeing himself. Anger and vengeance could strengthen any man, but no matter how hard he tried, Caid was no match for his power.

"Abaddon! You will die a painful death!"

"I told you that you would regret this," Abaddon responded back thrusting one final time as Brigitte released her last screech and died. He stilled, watching the wound on her belly heal and her skin take on its natural brown hue. She remained motionless for several minutes, her long hair lengthening along her sides and her nails extending gracefully.

Her chest rose and fell peacefully and when she finally opened her eyes she looked up at him curiously. "My king."

Abaddon smirked taking her lips hungrily as they both consensually consummated their new union. He rolled over allowing her on top and kissing her breasts as she tweaked her nipples. She rode him as if his well-endowed cock was made to be inside of her pussy. "Yes, my queen, just like that."

She became lost in their coupling, grinding her hips down upon him and growling in pleasure as she threw her head back in sheer bliss. Her newly tinted black eyes regarded her old lover, no recollection of ever knowing him reflecting in her gaze. She smiled menacingly, enjoying the voyeurism as she royally fucked her king and felt his hard member begin to tense inside of her. Whimpers escaped her full lips the closer she was to reaching climax.

Abaddon held her tightly, lifting his hips to meet her gyrations as they collided in release. Their unified cries of satisfaction echoed around them as they collapsed against each other satiated. "Now, let's take care of the old baggage," he suggested. They both stood in all of their glory, her hair covering her breasts leaving her lower half exposes as the old blood continued to glide off of her body.