Hellbound P5- "Be My God"

Hellbound P5- "Be My God"

Eirnin lead me through the caves blindfolded, towards the exit. He grabbed onto my arm and jerked me forward. For a human, he was surprisingly fast. I could hear the Master's heavy breathing now, but from the way this grip never wavered, I could tell that he was not puffed out, but still had the energy that was needed. I kept my breathing even, to try and disguise my loathing.

"As soon as we get out, you shall drive us to Oberon. That's the nearest town" Eirnin added for clarification. I nodded, waiting for the Master to continue droning on.

"You will follow directions, at which point we shall purchase goods. At no time will you be allowed to stray out of my line of sight. IS THIS UNDERSTOOD?" Eirnin yelled, snapping back out of schoolteacher mode and back into crazed cult-leader mode.

"Yes Master." I groaned. I tilted my head slightly forward, to give the impression of submission and fantasising about punching him in the head for every single time that he used the word "shall" in a sentence.

"Very good then." He rubbed his hands together and directed me towards the car. I grabbed his car keys off him, as he showed me towards the rusting hulk of the Eirninmobile. My heart sank when I saw it. Normally cult leaders splash out on a stretch limo, or a BMW. Eirnin on the other hand, decided that a battered Datsun 180B with rust spots on the door and electric tape on the seats would be his automotive choice. To make things worse, this was a car with a low roof and no sunroof to poke my head out of. This would be quite the painful journey methinks. Journeying in such a small car that would barely break the fifty-miles-an-hour record, with Eirnin as a co-pilot. What fun.

"Know how to drive?" Eirnin called out to me, as I tried to squeeze in the driver's seat. Eirnin moved to the opposite side in the back to try and give me more room. As I slid myself in, I noticed a vital part of car machinery was missing.

"Eirnin! Where's the fuckin' steerin' wheel?" I yelled. What a stupid moron, I thought to myself. Who has a freaking car without a steering wheel?

"It's here." He grunted and tossed me the wheel. Great. Now I had to try and work on how to put on a steering wheel, as well as fit into this way-too-small-for-a-big-and-sexy-demon car. Luckily for me it wasn't that much of a hassle. I just held the wheel near the gap in the dashboard, and punched it in as hard as possible. Sure, there was a large crack in the dash, but hey, I got it in!

"You better not be fuckin' up my car!" Eirnin spat at me. I could see that his fingers were inching ever closer towards the remote in his pocket. I managed to finally squeeze in the car, but only because I ended up sitting on both of my wings. It was very painful, and makes it very hard to actually concentrate on what I was doing.

I was starting to sweat now, despite the cool winds. Eirnin started to talk once more, his surprisingly even voice sending a shiver up my spine.

"Now, I bet you're wondering what exactly this little baby does." Eirnin grinned at me, as he showed his black little remote control-like device. From the tone of his voice, he wasn't showing me his Ipod.

"Basically I chipped you. Somewhere hidden deep within your nice body lies a chip. It's connected to your nerves and so every time I press it, it'll cause you pain. Not the nice pain that you demons find so attractive. No, I'm talking about REAL PAIN. Every time you step more than ten meters away, or I push a little button, you'll get a shock. Sorta like this." He grinned once more and pushed the button.

If the car wasn't so low, I would've jumped in pain. I couldn't tell where it was from, but I felt like my whole body was buzzing and burning, like fire ants travelling down my nerves. I yelped in pain as Eirnin laughed.

"Now that you've had that little demonstration, perhaps now you'll behave?" Eirnin said, glaring at me. I gave my head a small nod, while trying to crane my neck forward.

"Yes." I said abruptly. Eirnin looked at me until I added in an extra "Master".

"Good. Now you shall turn left."

I turned left, straining to turn my shoulders in this tiny little car. Eirnin sprawled out in the backseat like some kind of VIP. I felt like reminding the little fucker that all he could afford was a Datsun. But that really didn't make much of a difference. He was in charge so it was his will that I had to obey.

We drove in silence. I was starting to feel a little sick from all the juddering. The road was nothing more than bit of cleared gravel through the valley, and I was driving in an old car. Which naturally mean that I felt every rock and twig that we drove on. I also couldn't drive much faster than walking pace. Since we were in the mountains, the road was windy and curvy, which made everything worse. Part of me was tempted to try and crash the car and run off a cliff, flying off while Eirnin lay unconscious. That would solve a lot of my problems.

My hand slid over to the radio. Since I had no choice in who was my travelling companion, then I should have choice in the tunes I could hear. I fiddled with the old fashioned tuner, running up and down the AM and FM bands. There was little on except static and one of those lame songs about generic love. I turned off the radio in disgust. I never figured out why humans had to sing about love so much. Why couldn't they just….do it?

I wanted to put my foot down, I really did. But the tyres sounded like they were being rubbed and pulled apart going as slowly as I did. I glanced in the rear-view mirror. Eirnin had a small mirror in his hand and was preening himself in it. I rolled my eyes. What a fucking tool.

All of a sudden, I felt my stomach growl. Despite the less-than-optimal movement of the car, my body was painfully reminding me that I had not had any vital food (i.e. sex or souls) for several days. I tapped my claws against the steering wheel, causing a few scratches to appear. I turned to Eirnin, my voice level, and my face neutral.

"Master. I need to eat!" I growled at him, hoping that he wouldn't notce that I was breathing in short sharp gasps. Eirnin was just watching me with an amused smile. I let it slip for the moment, as I needed to find a way to feed myself. Eirnin himself was starting to look like a succulent treat, flavoured with all the seasonings that I needed to keep myself going for a long long time. Ooops. I let it slip for the moment as I needed to figure out what the hell I was doing. Eirnin's smells were starting to get stronger. Just feeling the taste off all that lust, pride and murder wanted me to stop that car and kill him, kill him right where he sat and be gone with it.

"You hungry? You hungry boy? Are ya?" He said in the same mocking tone that someone would use on their dog. I rolled my eyes and said nothing. Once more I had be strong and stand up for myself. Resist any treat that Eirnin might wave around in front of my face.

"Okay. Once we get into town, I have just one little favour for you to do. Then I'll allow you to find someone nice to munch on." Eirnin muttered. My ears pricked up. That last statement sent me thrills of delight. Just thinking of sinking my nice strong claws into nice soft skin and ripping the tender flesh was starting to make me drool. Now, all I needed was a chick to share it with me. And if Eirnin would allow me to hunt, that would be excellent.

"FUCKING WATCH OUT!" Eirnin yelled, as I swerved from the side of the road. While I wasn't paying attention, we'd come dangerously close to a cliff edge. I swerved closer again to the edge, while whooping. Eirnin responded by slapping me across the back of the head.

"You SHALL NOT treat your MASTER in such a way!" Eirnin roared from the back seat. I gave a little grin. So now I knew how to piss Eirnin off. Score one to me.

I wouldn't have to worry about any witnesses either. I hadn't passed another car since I started driving. Eirnin really picked a good spot for his cult. I hadn't even seen another house, just broken down fences and worn out hand painted signs advertising homemade fruit and other such worthless junk. The sun was quite high in the sky now, but thanks to the winds, it was not translating into warmth.

Several minutes passed, and the silence was deafening. I was still crawling along in this wreck of a car with a loon in the back seat. Speaking of the loon in the back seat, he turned to me and started to talk in a mock-English accent.

"Isn't it a lovely day for a drive?" I muttered something under my breath that I'm not gonna repeat, not even here. My back was really starting to kill me right now and my wings had the absolutely worst cramp that I'd ever felt. Eirnin didn't notice my discontent, as he didn't zap me. I gripped tightly onto the steering wheel once more, right until I heard a short sharp crack. I glanced down at the wheel. It was cracked, but still usable. Terrified, I turned toward the back seat, hoping that Eirnin wouldn't notice.

Eirnin gave me another little jolt. It wasn't as bad as before, only half my nerves felt like they were on fire. I kept my eyes on the road, wondering why I didn't have my usual pleasurable reaction to pain. Bloody idiot, I thought to myself as I struggled to keep the car under control. I didn't need any more excuses for Eirnin to try his little toy on me.

"Watch it. I want to LIVE!" Eirnin roared. I shrugged and said nothing.

We must've been heading towards civilisation now, as I was starting to notice that the fences were upright and the road was slightly less rough. I put my foot to the pedal, and we started to shoot forward faster. We would now be able to overtake crippled grannies.

I petted my growling stomach. Soon it would be fed.

We arrived a few minutes later in civilisation. Oberon wasn't much to look a, it was only a few houses, a tiny supermarket and an ugly paper mill. Eirnin glazed at this perfect piece of human hell with delight.

"There she is. That's Oberon, the launch pad for my vision!" he squeaked, looking around and analysing every detail. While I had a few good guesses that they involved the takeover of the world, I don't see how taking over a small flea bitten town, where there would be police, and a trained army nearby would be the place to launch that vision. In face, it was hard to see if Eirnin would ever see his plans come to fruition. Maybe some farmer with a well-aimed pitchfork would pay rest to Eirnin's claims of glory.

Eirnin must've noticed the sceptical look on my face, because he turned to me.

"What's the matter, demon? Don't you want to become Master of your very own patch of land?" he said, quite convincingly. Of course I wanted to become Master of a patch of land/ But I knew that there would be strings attached. I couldn't see Eirnin allowing me to do my own thing as far as anything was concerned.

We drove forward and arrived outside one of those typical country pubs. It had two floors, was surrounded by a veranda and lacework, with the occasional poster for beer outside. It looked quite girlie, but I knew that inside would be some of the biggest rednecks that anyone would ever come across.

"See that pub?" I just want you to go in and have a drink. I'll be behind you in a few seconds." Eirnin grinned, as I parked the car. I jumped out a nanosecond after putting on the handbrake, twisting my back and wings back into shape. That car was certainly small.

I walked in and embraced the smell, full of sweat, booze and the lingering scent of violence. I went straight to the counter and ordered a bourbon and coke. I haven't had one of these since I was last up here on Earth, so it would be nice to get something cool on my tongue. I drummed my claws on the counter, as the bartender stared at me. I didn't know what his problem was, but I could smell a certain spark of hostility towards me. I don't know why, it wasn't like I was sleeping with his wife.

"Why are you drinkin' one of them fruity drinks?" He spat at me, giving me a dirty look. I glanced around the bar. No one else seemed to be taking any notice. I rolled my eyes and ignored him. He makes drinks for a living. I asked him for a drink, so therefore I should be getting a drink, instead of stupid comments about who I sleep with.

I gritted my teeth and tapped my claws on the bar once more, making small little scratches. If he thought I was a fruit, perhaps I might play to his fear.

"Dear good sir. If you do not supply me with my preferred beverage, I shall be forced to punch you somewhat." I growled through gritted teeth. The bartender had become very quiet. I let a small smile creep across my face. This was gonna be fun. I drew myself up to my full height, hoping that this idiot would get the idea of how much of a mean motherfucker I am.

"So… you think you can take on all of us? The barman sneered at me. Then three other men stood up and walked menacingly towards me. The tallest of the men came up to just below my shoulder. All of them were heavily tattooed and looked like they spent more time eating steroids than working out. Without saying another word, I quickly grabbed the bartender's neck and twisted it. My hands moved lightening fast. I heard him gasp as his eyes widened and he slipped to the ground.

That didn't stop the men behind me for making a move towards me. One of them punched me in the back, his fist connected with my wings. I flapped them, causing him to topple. I extended my claws and grinned. This would be a nice bloodbath, I thought to myself.

Their faces were filled with surprise, but that didn't stop the buggers from moving forward, trying to rugby tackle me. I swiped my arm and swung right at their egg-like heads. Two of them snuck behind me grabbed onto my arms and forced them behind my back before I could react. I scrabbled to try and move them forward, but it seemed that once more that humans had gotten the best of me.

"You're so fucking dead!" the largest man yelled. I grunted and told the man, in no uncertain terms to go and fuck himself.

"A smartarse huh?" he yelled a few inches from my face. I used the few moments of distraction that I had received to bat my wings into actions. The man gasped as I flew right into the air. Two of them let go, but the other stupid moron hung on for a few moments longer. SO I decided to drop them to the hard lino floor.

I was about to dive down and finish off the job, but then Eirnin bust through the door.

"Can't leave you alone for a minute, can I?" he said grinning. Anything I did say to that man would probably be used in evidence against me, I thought to myself.

The men stopped gasping for air and started to giggle softly. I stopped in horror as I realise that they probably thought that Eirnin was my boyfriend. That was a scary thought, one that suggested that I had no taste whatsoever.

I stepped outside the pub, as Eirnin turned to me.

"Now as you might've guessed after that little fight, I called the cops. Can't let violence get out of hand you know." He grinned back at me as I broke out in a cold sweat.

"Don't worry. I'm pretty sure the cops will be too distracted looking for you to notice what I'm doing. I gasped at Eirnin, knowing that this was probably the most stupid idea that I've ever heard of in my life.

"The plan I have is very simple. We will block off all entrances of the town, man the exits with swords, and voila! We've just expanded the territory of the Sacred Order of the Glorious Eternal Master, the Holy and Wise Eirnin Meail". He boomed, his voice rising toward the end. I had to stifle myself from giggling.

"That's impressive" I said, thinking that was a better choice of words than "Totally Delusional". Eirnin examined my face for any sign of objection. When there was none, he narrowed his eyes and turned away, as I realised without a doubt that this madman would possibly get me killed.