A quivering young boy's voice broke the silence that plagued the cold dark room for hours. He tried to look around but it was too dark to see anything except the obscured piles scattered throughout the floor. He didn't want to know what they were but he could smell them. The rotten and metallic smell produced by them filled the room. In the corner of the room he thought he could make out a door way but it wouldn't matter anyway. With the chains binding him to the wall he was unable to move very far from where he currently was. Suddenly another voice next to him struggled to cry out,
"Where is Mel? I.."
The voice burst into tears as it clutched a girl who sat between the two of them. His sudden outburst scared the youngest to sob as well. Hugging and gripping each other tightly the two cried for what felt like hours to the older boy. He wanted to comfort them but he knew they would be hollow words. Terrified they might not be saved from this horrific place his body began to tremble profusely as he sat on the cold damp floor. The boy clutched the two younger kids to warm them up with his body. He knew they were just as cold as him. Will they be saved? Mel would certainly come and save them, the boy thought. Most certainly the captain would come and save them... hopefully.
Without warning the door burst open. Terrified their cries for help ceased immediately as light cast into the dark room. After adapting to the darkness for so long the blinding illumination forced them to all look away as intense pain shot through their eyes. Several voices could be heard first as the shadows of people peaked in to the room. The children became silent in the hopes of avoiding their attention. It was them... Their kidnappers. Quivering in the corner they watched as the two adults dragged a body to the middle of the room. Behind the two the final one entered shutting the door behind him. The kids watched desperately hoping to be freed but as the door shut it destroyed any remaining hope that they could escape from this hellish place. Unable to make out any facial features with the poor lighting and hoods that covered their faces, the boy gave up hope identifying any of them.
One of the cultists chuckled while asking the others,
"What type of face do you think those temple bastards will make when they see what we summoned?"
"I hope they piss themselves in fear!"
The third snapped at them,
"Pay attention! We cannot mess this up. We have one chance and if we fail, we will never hear the end of this from the high one."
The first one dropped the body he was dragging on to the dead center of the room. The first one asked,
"Why can't we just use the three over in the corner if we fail?"
The cultist gestured towards the three children who tried to shrink themselves away upon hearing themselves being mentioned. Trying to hide from their kidnappers they hugged each other tightly in the corner. They were traumatized by the thought of ending up like their fourth friend. Fear paralyzed the three of them knowing it was only a matter of time before they were chosen to be next.
The third cultist waved his finger at the first one exclaiming,
"We have one chance to summon a great one to accomplish our goals! If we fuck it up who knows how long it will be to acquire enough blood to accomplish something like this again. Three kids won't be enough although it'll get us some playthings."
The eldest boy listening to their conversation began to study the dark room. He became horrified as he realized there was a large summoning circle made from blood spreading across the freezing floor. The younger boy tried to lift his head, however the older one held his head down knowing he would panic if he realized what was around them. Letting out a prayer the older boy hoped for a savior.
"Lord please save us..."
One of the cultists shouted loudly interrupting his prayer,
"SHUT UP KID. Your prayers are worthless here. Soon we will use you and you're going to realize just how..."
The second cultist waved his hand,
"Just stop already. We have a job to do."
Circling around the summoning circle the three began speaking in a language the children couldn't understand. As they finished reciting whatever it was the third one laughed loudly,
"Finally! We can take our revenge on the temple! We can be set free!"
The large summoning circle drawn on the ground in the middle of the room radiated a deep bloodish red color. Inside of the large circle it had nine symbols with an upside-down star. On top laid a body completely motionless in the middle with blood leaking out from it onto the ground.
Fire shot upward from the circle as the adults began to chant once again.
"Together we will bring back the night that will liberate our souls! The master sits chained to his throne! We welcome the demons who yearn for their master's return! Through this body we make a passage for you to enter!"
Faint crying began from the two younger children huddled in the corner as this carried on. It was too much for them... Gripping them tightly the older boy watched in horror as the adults began to laugh,
"Arise great ones! Give us our freedom! Hahaha!"
The circle flickered and the once deep bloodish red fire began to be consumed by a blinding white flame. Confused the cultists stepped forward to investigate what was happening. It wasn't something any of them have witnessed before. Why was the color changing before them?
A pool of black tar consumed the body of the child in the middle of the circle. It began to bubble and move on its own as if it were alive. Spreading out the tar covered the circle extinguishing the flames leaving the room pitch black. From the sludge a slimy figure arose before them and as its figure took shape the adults cheered.
"Thank you, great demon, for hearing our cries! Free us from the temple!"
A muscular arm reached out from the rising tar. Excited the cultists began to celebrate. This was it! This was their moment-... the black hand grabbed onto the cultist's face.
His words were cut short as the hand began to grip his face squeezing with all its might. Agonizing in pain he began to grab at the arm trying to break free. As the figure solidified the other cultists studied it. It had black skin with black eyes. Inside the black void of its eyes were glowing white irises which were prominently glowing in the dark room. One of the cultists began to back away slowly, making the other concerned.
"Why are you?"
He turned back to the figure, its blazing eyes were locked with his. Such hatred and resentment filled it's eyes as if they had wronged him. What did they do? They brought him here! He should be overjoyed upon this arrival! Unable to look away the cultist being gripped tightly began to squirm trying to break free. Finally its body took shape... its appearance looked like a normal teenager with an average height. However, what made it unhuman were its four arms and horns that stuck out of his short black hair. Its body was toned and muscular like a body builder... and he was naked. The figure stood motionless as it studied the room leaving the cultists feeling uneasy. They all quickly realized this was something they could not control.
"Oi, who you calling a demon?"
The figure slid his hand down from the man's face to his throat without hesitation. Grabbing the cultist's throat tightly he lifted him with one hand. Gasping for air the cultist struggled to break free clawing at the figure's hand. However, before he could break free it choke slammed the first man into the ground. The noise he made was appalling to the others. All his bones snapping and breaking could be heard throughout the building. The figure smiled satisfied,
"The name is Asura. Not a demon racist assholes."
Growling Asura charged at the next cultist without warning, slamming him into the wall. The last cultist watched this terrifying sight play out before him. As his friend smashed into the wall the sound of every bone being crushed in his body echoed in his ears. He turned to look at the wall now stained with his colleagues blood. As both the cultists lay limp Asura turned to the last remaining cultist in the room. Surprised by the sudden events the man got on his knees and begged.
"Please spare us! You're our savior! Free us from the temple!"
Asura stood above the man uninterested in his pleas for mercy. Instead he studied the dimly lit room that reminded him of torture rooms he saw on television. A few hooks dangled from the ceiling holding corpses in the air. In the middle was the summoning circle he arrived here by. What caught his attention though were the cowering children chained up in the corner. His face twisted even more in disgust. Angrily he clenched his teeth,
"You summoned me with a child? You used a child? What the fucks wrong with you? Little kids can't even defend themselves. Demons suck but you all are much worse."
Running up to him Asura kicked the adult in the head snapping his neck in an instant. The cultist's body slumped to the ground without a final word. He was dead, but Asura wanted to make sure of it. Enraged he grabbed the cultist's body lifting it up into the air. Raising it up high he then proceeded to slam him onto the ground several times to ensure he was in hell. Proud of his actions Asura tossed the body to the side as he proclaimed,
"That's what you scummy worms get."
The children watched as Asura committed these atrocities. Terrified because of what they just witnessed they couldn't help but scream as he approached. The older child pleaded,
"Don't eat us! Please!"
Looking at them Asura frowned.
"Look kids I ain't gonna eat you. I know I look scary..."
A cold draft blew through the room suddenly making Asura shiver. Why was he so cold?... After looking down he came to the horrifying realization... he was naked. He was suddenly glad that the room was extremely dark hiding his nudity. Embarrassed Asura fled from the room to search for clothes.
"Shit uhhhhhhh, hold on I'll be right back um...."
Asura looked around the room anxiously looking for the door out. Upon finding it he darted out to search the building for clothes that may fit. While searching through the building Asura found that the place was a small house. There was furniture, chairs, couches, a television sitting in the next room with a kitchen to his right. He looked around the house for a moment unable to find anything. Growing increasingly frustrated by this he began to aggressively slam the doors open. Finally! As he opened the last door he found a bedroom. Dashing over to a dresser he threw each drawer open. A sigh of relief escape from his lips as he found a deep blue hoodie with a small logo along with some sweat pants with a white stripe that fit. Putting on the clothes he struggled for a moment with the hoodie. Unable to put his lower two arms anywhere he resorted to ripping two holes in the hoodie's side to let his arms through. After finally managing to put the clothes on he found that they put up more of a fight than the cultists did. He began to giggle but stopped upon realizing he left children alone in the dark. Returning to the torture room he found them, still scared, trembling in the corner.
"Alright that's better."
Asura plopped down on the floor next to them and looked around. As his eyes returned to the children, his gaze met with the oldest.
"Um... Look I'm not gonna hurt you. My name's Asura. I mean I like to fight and beat people up. Killing is a result half the time but... Wait I shouldn't be saying this. I don't pick fights with little kids though. Those pieces of shits shouldn't have summoned me with your friend. Uh... How'd you guys get here?"
The young girl cried while shielding her face with the younger boy's arm next to her. She buried her face into his chest hugging him tightly. Asura frowned as he watched the children. Just what did they go through while being here?
Suddenly the oldest stood up in front of the other two children trying to muster up any confidence to defend the other two. Although he tried to make it appear that he wasn't scared, the boy's shaky voice gave it away as he spoke,
"You're really not going to eat us?
Asura smiled, leaning back on his lower two arms,
"Nah I like you guys, eating people ain't my thing. Like I said I like fighting not killing. I promise I ain't gonna hurt y'all. God will smite me down if I hurt some children like you guys."
"Um my name's M-m-Marco. I uh... I got here from being taken by them."
His quivering voice seemed to fight the urge to burst into a cry as he spoke. Averting his eyes as he pointed in the direction of the corpses, he was too scared to look at them.
"They took us from our school and tied us up."
The older boy whispered to try to make the situation feel less real, disassociating himself as well as trying to keep the other kids from panicking.
"They were going to kill us too. Just like Tom."
Asura looked at the corpses for a moment then back at the children. Severely disgusted by the actions of the adult humans it made his face twist in disgust. However, he knew the kids were traumatized so he could not dwell long. Wanting to remove the kids from the grim horrific atmosphere he told the children.
"Let's get out of here, this isn't something kids should see. Mmmmm.... Can I carry you guys out of here so we can get you home?"
The kids were hesitant. The terror completely froze the two younger children while the older one remained skeptical. Asura couldn't blame them though, they witnessed him rise from their friend's corpse and kill those who were trying to kill them. Asura waited patiently as they slowly stopped crying after a few hours. He made no movements towards or away from them but simply sat in silence contemplating the recent events.
He was alone back at home with no idea how he managed to get pulled to this realm. This was very rare and unique, but Asura wasn't worried. Eventually the children calmed down enough to lift their faces slowly looking up at their rescuer. Asura patiently waited for a response as he fidgeted with his hands. The small girl was the first to talk amongst the three children. She was tiny he thought... Was she malnourished? She had to be around six or seven, but he couldn't be for sure due to her size. Her dress, face, arms, and legs were covered in dirt as if they had been sitting in this room for a while. Just how long were they here for?
"Why are you so nice mister demon?"
Asura stared with a blank expression, surprised by the question.
"Nice? I wouldn't say I am a nice guy. I mean I beat the crap out of those guys. I just don't see a point in beating up kids."
Asura shrugged and the children froze horrified as his white sharp teeth flashed in the dim light as his mouth spread out into a large grin.
"I'll protect you though. Little kids aren't rotten yet, so I'll keep you safe."