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thejusticelounge2013-02-07 11:00 pm
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“He. Did. WHAT?!?!” Darkseid bellowed, rising from his throne. A strong backhand slap sent Desaad flying across the room. ”If I find out that you had anything to do with this Desaad, even the Presence will not have enough pieces of you to put back together!”
The Lord of Apokolips strode over to his command screen. ”Where is he now Desaad? Where is that lowly maggot Kalibak?”
The ground shaking, unmistakeable sound of a boom tube rattled the throne room. ”Ah… There he is now. I’ll be back when I’m done ripping Kalibak’s hide from his flesh!” Darkseid left Desaad alone in his throne room.
Rising from the ground, Desaad pulled out his communicator. ”Kalibak. Be prepared. Your father is on his way to find you. And he is… not pleased.”
Kalibak carried the unconscious Lantern to a torture chamber, growling over his communicator at Desaad. ”There is little that pleases my father, except the execution of his will. I have brought him what he wants. Father will not shun me again.”
The doors to the Torture chamber of Apokolips burst open…
But only Desaad walked through them. “Kalibak! You must put your plan into motion immediately. Your father searches or you near the Eastern Fire Pits. If you are to show him how powerful and cunning you have become, you must do so now, before he tracks you down here!”
The Master Torturer looked at the bloodied and barely breathing Earthling before telling the cruel son of Darkseid, “As I told you before, my chambers and tools are at your disposal. But you must act quickly before you are discovered!”
“I need only my Beta-Club to deal with this Earthling!” Kalibak snorted and grabbed the Lantern and slung him over his shoulder. ”But I know that Father enjoys some level of creativity in his tortures….”
He stormed out, heading to Desaad’s private torture chambers, Desaad at his heels. Kalibak let out a bitter barking laugh. ”If my father does find us, it is fitting to give you the most blame, lowly worm that you are.”
Stooping to show deference, Desaad spoke: “Yes Mighty Kalibak, son of our Dark Lord. But might I suggest one thing?”
Kalibak stopped and uttered a low growl of impatience, refusing to turn and face Desaad the sadist.
“I would merely suggest that the most devastating and painful tortures are the ones that are performed on a conscious subject” Desaad explained. “You should wake this filth before beginning…”
Kalibak continued walking, musing on Desaad’s suggestion. It would be more effective, and certainly more enjoyable, if the Lantern was awake. ”Very well,” he said gruffly, bursting into Desaad’s chambers and tossing the Earthling onto a hard chair. ”Wake him while I prepare.”
Desaad was no novice at this game. He checked, then double checked all of the restraints on the Lantern. Darkseid himself could not pull the human free in one attempt. “It would take him at least three” the sniveling weasel thought to himself as he triple checked the restraints.
Satisfied that this Earthling prize sought by Mighty Darkseid could not escape, Desaad went to his bench and pulled out his electrocution wand. Savoring the moment, he flipped a switch on his console and a torrent of filthy sewer water shot out of a nozzle, drenching the chair’s occupant. Just as the red head was beginning to stir, Desaad shoved his wand, sparking and crackling with blue energy bolts, directly into the sensitive part of human males. The wetness served to accelerate the electrocution. It did not take long for the wand to burn through the Green Lantern’s clothing and sear the skin from his scrotum.
The smell of burning hair and flesh was intoxicating to Desaad. But the aroma paled in comparison to the joy he experienced listening to the human scream in agony. It all brought a twisted smile to Desaad’s ugly face.
The master torturer shouted to the other chamber, “Kalibak! He’s awake!” as be punched another input on his console. A camera popped out of the adjacent wall and begin recording the proceedings for future enjoyment.
Before Kalibak could return, Desaad leaned into the groggy but awake Lantern’s face. “I have a few questions. And remember, this is for posterity” he said nodding to the camera. “So be honest - how did that feel?”
Guy bent his head as far forward as he could against the restraint around his neck, similarly trying to raise his knees as his body instinctively tried to curl in on itself for protection. He was still screaming, though not as loudly, as he sensed his torturer moving off, barely heard him shouting to someone over the roar in his own ears. Guy’s mind was too blinded with pain to comprehend the words anyway.
His chest heaved again and again, trying to exhale the pain, becoming more enraged with each inhale, and he yanked again at his restraints as he had when the electricity burned him. The rage helped; the red coloured and dimmed the white-hot glare of pain. As Guy took another breath, he tried to focus on his will, and calm the beast. He would need his head, and his ring, to get him through this.
Desaad was good. Everything right down to the last detail of how he was bound was done by design, Guy realized. His torturer had left just enough slack in his prisoner’s limbs to cause pain or injury whenever Guy pulled against his restraints, but not enough for the restraints to be ineffective. If he wasn’t careful, didn’t marshal his own reactions, he’d end up doing half of Desaad’s work for him.
He panted a while longer after the question was posed, trying to ignore the putrid stench in his own nostrils, and gathering his strength. Oh, it would be so easy to spit blood into Desaad’s face, but how expected. The sadist would probably get off on it, anyway. His throat was raw from being crushed by Kalibak and his own screams, but he enunciated so his torturer would get the message loud and clear.
“As… a being… with testicles… that fucking hurt. …You probably… wouldn’t understand…”
Desaad hissed in excitement. He was used to working on the denizens of Apokolips. They were for the most part, already broken by life on this harsh planet already. Even the few defiant ones were still only a slightly glowing ember compared to the spirit and immense willpower of his current subject.
Good… That would make breaking him all the more pleasurable in the end.
Kalibak strode back into the torture room, cruelty in his eyes. A thunderous punch to the Lantern’s face sent blood and what may have been a tooth flying across the room. “Your powers are weak human!” Kalibak growled. “Your powers are weak and your light is fading! You belong to the depths of Apokolips now, dog! You belong to me!” The first born son of Darkseid followed this tirade with a devastating blow to Guy Gardner’s midsection. The human was gasping for breath.
“Kalibak, slow down!” Desaad shouted. “We don’t want to kill him too quickly. We want him to feel all the pain, remember?”
“I take no orders from worms like you Desaad” the powerful beast replied. “This maggot is mine. The glory will be mine. I will be the one to make my father proud!”
“The glory belongs to Darkseid!” Desaad shouted back. “We do not matter - only the will of Darkseid matters! Let me handle this! I have been doing it longer! I know how to please our Dark Lord!”
“With your instruments and machines?!” Kalibak asked, seething with anger. “All of this pales compared to my mighty fist!” In a rage, Kalibak began destroying Desaad’s torture devices. Shards of metal flew through the room; electricity from terminals torn apart sparked and lit up the room. With a powerful grip, Kalibak ripped the chair, with Gardner still strapped in it, out of the floor and flung it towards the opposite wall.
The Lantern’s head slammed in to the wall before the rest of the chair did, giving him what had to be his fourth or fifth concussion in the last hour. But the blow did not knock him out. He was woozy to be sure but the Green-clad warrior was alert enough to recognize one thing. Many of his restraints were weakened - and the strap holding down his ring hand was broken free completely.
Like a child throwing a tantrum, Kalibak stormed about destroying Desaad’s chambers. Desaad, the sniveling worm, was yelling something at him, probably desperately imploring for Kalibak to stop so Desaad could take all the glory for himself. Whatever he was saying was lost to Kalibak’s ears, drowned out by the rage filling him as he smashed another machine.
Desaad came up on his right, as though going to the machine to make sure it was not too destroyed. Unfortunately for him, this took him too close to Kalibak. With a mighty punch, Desaad was sent flying into a row of wrecked consoles, smashing into them hard. Kalibak barked out a cruel laugh, taking a moment to revel in his violence against Desaad when a giant green fist launched him through the opposite wall and into the next room.
Desaad and Kalibak’s in-fighting and Kalibak’s tantrum had bought Guy all the seconds he needed to gather himself as best he could and use his ring to break free from the rest of the chair. Besides, he wasn’t about to stop Desaad’s equipment from being destroyed…or Desaad himself, for that matter.
Guy’s face was barely recognizable for all the swelling bruises and gashes and blood, but his uniform and the bright green glow around him were universally recognizable. As long as he drew breath and had his ring, he would come up fighting, always, even when it was smarter to stay down.
He flew through the hole Kalibak had created and slammed a construct wrecking ball into him before he could get up. “THAT’s for trashing my favourite couch!” he slurred, his anger engaging in full swing. If he couldn’t think clearly anyway, blind rage would fit the bill for the moment.
Another construct fist pounded down on Kalibak from above, driving him into the ground. The floor only held for a moment or two after impact before collapsing and dropping Darkseid’s son down into some kind of monitor room with display screens and consoles. “THAT’s for trying to wreck my bar!”
He hovered over the hole in the floor and stared down at the monster that was Kalibak, and a thick manacle on a chain snaked down and grabbed him around his throat, much like he’s done to Guy hours earlier. He yanked, letting his will-powered ring do the lion’s share of the work, and pulled Kalibak up from the room below, flipping him over to bring him crashing back down into the of this room.
He floated over to the body, his ring fizzling now with unspent will simply not able to be contained, and Guy instructed his ring to tighten its grip. If he killed Kalibak, his father would just resurrect him…but it was tempting nonetheless. More than tempting. “And THIS…is for pretending to be Dick…” Kalibak let out a strangled squeak as the solid light started to crush his windpipe.
“The Ring!” Desaad thought. “Of course! The ring of green power would make a better gift to Darkseid than any broken human would!” Surely he could gain favor if he presented a Lantern’s ring to Lord Darkseid.
So Desaad made his play. Jumping down from above and landing square on the human’s back was enough of a distraction for the construct chain to loosen a bit. He may not have been a warrior, but Desaad knew how to handle himself as well as he knew his limitations. Kalibak, gasping for air, reached out and grabbed the collar of the disoriented human. The Torturer saw his opening as the Lantern’s arms flailed outward and lunged for Gardner’s ring hand.
Kalibak, realizing Desaad’s intentions, let go of Guy’s collar and grabbed the arm before Desaad could get close. “The ring is mine!” he snapped.
“Nobody touches my ring but me!” Gardner growled, green energy sparking through his whole arm and forming a spiked mace in his hand.
“No, the ring will be mine!” Desaad shouted back.
A pair of crimson energy bolts blasted through the air, striking Guy Gardner, Green Lantern of Space Sector 2814, on his arm just below the wrist of his right hand, severing it clean. The human screamed as his whole hand dropped to the floor, but no blood flowed. The blast had cauterized the wound, preventing blood loss.
“His ring and his life belong to me” Darkseid said entering the monitor room. “As it always was and always will be.” The Lord of Apokolips bent down and picked up the severed hand, inspecting it, watching the last remnants of green light energy fade from the ring. “And I will do with both as I please.”
A powerful blow across the back of his head knocked Guy unconscious again. Darkseid picked the limp body up and flung it over his shoulder. Turning to look at Desaad and Kalibak, Darkseid watched in silence as both men scrambled up to stand before him.
“He is the one responsible -” Desaad began.
“Father, he was the one -” Kalibak talked over Desaad.
“Silence!” Darkseid barked. “Your transgressions will be dealt with in due time, maggots.” He reached into his belt and pulled out his boom tube generator. “But first I have need of you.” The Ruler of Apokolips punched in some numbers, then flipped the switch, opening a Boom tube in right in the room. The sound caused both Kalibak and Desaad to cover their ears.
Darkseid turned to walk out. “Stay here you two. I have a feeling we will soon have visitors that will be in need of hospitality…”
Before he left the chamber with the beaten, barely living Lantern’s body, Darkseid, Lord of Apokolips, tossed the severed hand through the Boom tube. Destination: Earth.
The Lord of Apokolips strode over to his command screen. ”Where is he now Desaad? Where is that lowly maggot Kalibak?”
The ground shaking, unmistakeable sound of a boom tube rattled the throne room. ”Ah… There he is now. I’ll be back when I’m done ripping Kalibak’s hide from his flesh!” Darkseid left Desaad alone in his throne room.
Rising from the ground, Desaad pulled out his communicator. ”Kalibak. Be prepared. Your father is on his way to find you. And he is… not pleased.”
Kalibak carried the unconscious Lantern to a torture chamber, growling over his communicator at Desaad. ”There is little that pleases my father, except the execution of his will. I have brought him what he wants. Father will not shun me again.”
The doors to the Torture chamber of Apokolips burst open…
But only Desaad walked through them. “Kalibak! You must put your plan into motion immediately. Your father searches or you near the Eastern Fire Pits. If you are to show him how powerful and cunning you have become, you must do so now, before he tracks you down here!”
The Master Torturer looked at the bloodied and barely breathing Earthling before telling the cruel son of Darkseid, “As I told you before, my chambers and tools are at your disposal. But you must act quickly before you are discovered!”
“I need only my Beta-Club to deal with this Earthling!” Kalibak snorted and grabbed the Lantern and slung him over his shoulder. ”But I know that Father enjoys some level of creativity in his tortures….”
He stormed out, heading to Desaad’s private torture chambers, Desaad at his heels. Kalibak let out a bitter barking laugh. ”If my father does find us, it is fitting to give you the most blame, lowly worm that you are.”
Stooping to show deference, Desaad spoke: “Yes Mighty Kalibak, son of our Dark Lord. But might I suggest one thing?”
Kalibak stopped and uttered a low growl of impatience, refusing to turn and face Desaad the sadist.
“I would merely suggest that the most devastating and painful tortures are the ones that are performed on a conscious subject” Desaad explained. “You should wake this filth before beginning…”
Kalibak continued walking, musing on Desaad’s suggestion. It would be more effective, and certainly more enjoyable, if the Lantern was awake. ”Very well,” he said gruffly, bursting into Desaad’s chambers and tossing the Earthling onto a hard chair. ”Wake him while I prepare.”
Desaad was no novice at this game. He checked, then double checked all of the restraints on the Lantern. Darkseid himself could not pull the human free in one attempt. “It would take him at least three” the sniveling weasel thought to himself as he triple checked the restraints.
Satisfied that this Earthling prize sought by Mighty Darkseid could not escape, Desaad went to his bench and pulled out his electrocution wand. Savoring the moment, he flipped a switch on his console and a torrent of filthy sewer water shot out of a nozzle, drenching the chair’s occupant. Just as the red head was beginning to stir, Desaad shoved his wand, sparking and crackling with blue energy bolts, directly into the sensitive part of human males. The wetness served to accelerate the electrocution. It did not take long for the wand to burn through the Green Lantern’s clothing and sear the skin from his scrotum.
The smell of burning hair and flesh was intoxicating to Desaad. But the aroma paled in comparison to the joy he experienced listening to the human scream in agony. It all brought a twisted smile to Desaad’s ugly face.
The master torturer shouted to the other chamber, “Kalibak! He’s awake!” as be punched another input on his console. A camera popped out of the adjacent wall and begin recording the proceedings for future enjoyment.
Before Kalibak could return, Desaad leaned into the groggy but awake Lantern’s face. “I have a few questions. And remember, this is for posterity” he said nodding to the camera. “So be honest - how did that feel?”
Guy bent his head as far forward as he could against the restraint around his neck, similarly trying to raise his knees as his body instinctively tried to curl in on itself for protection. He was still screaming, though not as loudly, as he sensed his torturer moving off, barely heard him shouting to someone over the roar in his own ears. Guy’s mind was too blinded with pain to comprehend the words anyway.
His chest heaved again and again, trying to exhale the pain, becoming more enraged with each inhale, and he yanked again at his restraints as he had when the electricity burned him. The rage helped; the red coloured and dimmed the white-hot glare of pain. As Guy took another breath, he tried to focus on his will, and calm the beast. He would need his head, and his ring, to get him through this.
Desaad was good. Everything right down to the last detail of how he was bound was done by design, Guy realized. His torturer had left just enough slack in his prisoner’s limbs to cause pain or injury whenever Guy pulled against his restraints, but not enough for the restraints to be ineffective. If he wasn’t careful, didn’t marshal his own reactions, he’d end up doing half of Desaad’s work for him.
He panted a while longer after the question was posed, trying to ignore the putrid stench in his own nostrils, and gathering his strength. Oh, it would be so easy to spit blood into Desaad’s face, but how expected. The sadist would probably get off on it, anyway. His throat was raw from being crushed by Kalibak and his own screams, but he enunciated so his torturer would get the message loud and clear.
“As… a being… with testicles… that fucking hurt. …You probably… wouldn’t understand…”
Desaad hissed in excitement. He was used to working on the denizens of Apokolips. They were for the most part, already broken by life on this harsh planet already. Even the few defiant ones were still only a slightly glowing ember compared to the spirit and immense willpower of his current subject.
Good… That would make breaking him all the more pleasurable in the end.
Kalibak strode back into the torture room, cruelty in his eyes. A thunderous punch to the Lantern’s face sent blood and what may have been a tooth flying across the room. “Your powers are weak human!” Kalibak growled. “Your powers are weak and your light is fading! You belong to the depths of Apokolips now, dog! You belong to me!” The first born son of Darkseid followed this tirade with a devastating blow to Guy Gardner’s midsection. The human was gasping for breath.
“Kalibak, slow down!” Desaad shouted. “We don’t want to kill him too quickly. We want him to feel all the pain, remember?”
“I take no orders from worms like you Desaad” the powerful beast replied. “This maggot is mine. The glory will be mine. I will be the one to make my father proud!”
“The glory belongs to Darkseid!” Desaad shouted back. “We do not matter - only the will of Darkseid matters! Let me handle this! I have been doing it longer! I know how to please our Dark Lord!”
“With your instruments and machines?!” Kalibak asked, seething with anger. “All of this pales compared to my mighty fist!” In a rage, Kalibak began destroying Desaad’s torture devices. Shards of metal flew through the room; electricity from terminals torn apart sparked and lit up the room. With a powerful grip, Kalibak ripped the chair, with Gardner still strapped in it, out of the floor and flung it towards the opposite wall.
The Lantern’s head slammed in to the wall before the rest of the chair did, giving him what had to be his fourth or fifth concussion in the last hour. But the blow did not knock him out. He was woozy to be sure but the Green-clad warrior was alert enough to recognize one thing. Many of his restraints were weakened - and the strap holding down his ring hand was broken free completely.
Like a child throwing a tantrum, Kalibak stormed about destroying Desaad’s chambers. Desaad, the sniveling worm, was yelling something at him, probably desperately imploring for Kalibak to stop so Desaad could take all the glory for himself. Whatever he was saying was lost to Kalibak’s ears, drowned out by the rage filling him as he smashed another machine.
Desaad came up on his right, as though going to the machine to make sure it was not too destroyed. Unfortunately for him, this took him too close to Kalibak. With a mighty punch, Desaad was sent flying into a row of wrecked consoles, smashing into them hard. Kalibak barked out a cruel laugh, taking a moment to revel in his violence against Desaad when a giant green fist launched him through the opposite wall and into the next room.
Desaad and Kalibak’s in-fighting and Kalibak’s tantrum had bought Guy all the seconds he needed to gather himself as best he could and use his ring to break free from the rest of the chair. Besides, he wasn’t about to stop Desaad’s equipment from being destroyed…or Desaad himself, for that matter.
Guy’s face was barely recognizable for all the swelling bruises and gashes and blood, but his uniform and the bright green glow around him were universally recognizable. As long as he drew breath and had his ring, he would come up fighting, always, even when it was smarter to stay down.
He flew through the hole Kalibak had created and slammed a construct wrecking ball into him before he could get up. “THAT’s for trashing my favourite couch!” he slurred, his anger engaging in full swing. If he couldn’t think clearly anyway, blind rage would fit the bill for the moment.
Another construct fist pounded down on Kalibak from above, driving him into the ground. The floor only held for a moment or two after impact before collapsing and dropping Darkseid’s son down into some kind of monitor room with display screens and consoles. “THAT’s for trying to wreck my bar!”
He hovered over the hole in the floor and stared down at the monster that was Kalibak, and a thick manacle on a chain snaked down and grabbed him around his throat, much like he’s done to Guy hours earlier. He yanked, letting his will-powered ring do the lion’s share of the work, and pulled Kalibak up from the room below, flipping him over to bring him crashing back down into the of this room.
He floated over to the body, his ring fizzling now with unspent will simply not able to be contained, and Guy instructed his ring to tighten its grip. If he killed Kalibak, his father would just resurrect him…but it was tempting nonetheless. More than tempting. “And THIS…is for pretending to be Dick…” Kalibak let out a strangled squeak as the solid light started to crush his windpipe.
“The Ring!” Desaad thought. “Of course! The ring of green power would make a better gift to Darkseid than any broken human would!” Surely he could gain favor if he presented a Lantern’s ring to Lord Darkseid.
So Desaad made his play. Jumping down from above and landing square on the human’s back was enough of a distraction for the construct chain to loosen a bit. He may not have been a warrior, but Desaad knew how to handle himself as well as he knew his limitations. Kalibak, gasping for air, reached out and grabbed the collar of the disoriented human. The Torturer saw his opening as the Lantern’s arms flailed outward and lunged for Gardner’s ring hand.
Kalibak, realizing Desaad’s intentions, let go of Guy’s collar and grabbed the arm before Desaad could get close. “The ring is mine!” he snapped.
“Nobody touches my ring but me!” Gardner growled, green energy sparking through his whole arm and forming a spiked mace in his hand.
“No, the ring will be mine!” Desaad shouted back.
A pair of crimson energy bolts blasted through the air, striking Guy Gardner, Green Lantern of Space Sector 2814, on his arm just below the wrist of his right hand, severing it clean. The human screamed as his whole hand dropped to the floor, but no blood flowed. The blast had cauterized the wound, preventing blood loss.
“His ring and his life belong to me” Darkseid said entering the monitor room. “As it always was and always will be.” The Lord of Apokolips bent down and picked up the severed hand, inspecting it, watching the last remnants of green light energy fade from the ring. “And I will do with both as I please.”
A powerful blow across the back of his head knocked Guy unconscious again. Darkseid picked the limp body up and flung it over his shoulder. Turning to look at Desaad and Kalibak, Darkseid watched in silence as both men scrambled up to stand before him.
“He is the one responsible -” Desaad began.
“Father, he was the one -” Kalibak talked over Desaad.
“Silence!” Darkseid barked. “Your transgressions will be dealt with in due time, maggots.” He reached into his belt and pulled out his boom tube generator. “But first I have need of you.” The Ruler of Apokolips punched in some numbers, then flipped the switch, opening a Boom tube in right in the room. The sound caused both Kalibak and Desaad to cover their ears.
Darkseid turned to walk out. “Stay here you two. I have a feeling we will soon have visitors that will be in need of hospitality…”
Before he left the chamber with the beaten, barely living Lantern’s body, Darkseid, Lord of Apokolips, tossed the severed hand through the Boom tube. Destination: Earth.