Outside Hell

by Milo Spires

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  Then as Adolf’s commanding officer was given the green light to fire the mortar bombs and as he’d seen the vampires fleeing like pigeons, he’d spun around and snatched up the phone behind him. Then as he’d listened and the freezing cold earpiece had tried to turn his head into a lump of ice, the thing had only rang for a few seconds before Adolf’s slurred voice from too many stiff drinks had answered. Then in response and after he’d heard about the vampires the line instantly went dead, and a few seconds later the cannon’s above the doorway suddenly pointed up past the family of eagles and fired.

  Sorchek was high in the sky by the time they’d started pumping .50 cal bullets up at him, and all of his crew amounting to forty vampires that were flying behind and blocking the cannons from getting a clear shot at him, had instantly succumbed to the lethal German rounds. They’d taken savage wounds as the solid silver bullets had burst through their backs leaving feet sized holes out of their chests, and their ribbed black wings were literally blown to pieces. Only those that had given it all in there massacred state, and were trying to save themselves with their broken wings by crash landing down into the forest beneath, had simply burst into flames from the silver within.

  Sorchek the killer of many that had escaped death for a second time in a year since Yohan’s house; didn’t wait around either. Instead the vampire left the area like a crazed bat, flying solo.

  Chapter 35 - Satan

  As the portal had opened and the bowman had collapsed out the other side, he’d landed on his front whilst gasping violently in the freezing cold arctic air.

  The pace that he’d just ran at to reach Raffious before he could summon more magic to free himself was unearthly, but then to have to turn around and run at the same pace back with fifty werewolves smashing through the forest after him, it had almost broken him.

  Dracus who was desperately aware of the impelling dangers, and what it would mean to his life expectancy should he stay there a second longer, had forced himself up from the snow that he was laying in. The bowman knew that both the beasts he’d just escaped and Satan now that he’d used the portal, would soon be after him. Then as he’d heard their howling and glanced back through the tree line to the east, the sky above was suddenly filled with the shrill screaming of German mortar shells, that burst through the evergreen canopy and started exploding all around him. At the same time the long dark shadows that were in the forest taking three dimension shapes of demons, started rapidly appearing.

  Turning to continue onwards and sheltering his face from the devastating explosions that were bringing with them mountains of snow and debris, Dracus felt as one of them exploded near him and sent him hurtling into a tree, that Kaine and Regina might not be able to be rescued and that this this battle might be his last. He’d only hoped as he’d stood back up, and then with the coalescing shadows thirty meters behind him, that he’d not summoned the horned bastard too early.

  Back to the east the dark howling shadows that had nearly caught him before and were oblivious to the dangers ahead, then craned their necks backwards whilst standing on their massive hind legs, and with rapidly fluttering nostrils, the fifty Werewolves held their noses into the wind and sniffed the air.

  The slight westerly breeze that was gently blowing back towards them instantly brought with it the scent of the bowman. Then as they’d charged forwards, their massive frames collided with the trees that were no more than a few feet apart, and the dead weight of the snow that was gathered in the evergreens dropped to the ground behind them, sending up massive clouds of snow and ice, and instantly masking their disappearing silhouettes from view.

  The woods that had sat peacefully for hundreds of years only to be intruded upon by genetically modified soldiers trying to prove their superhuman strengths; were now alive with demons, vampires, spells, mortar bombs from the German army and a priest.

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  Then back with the demons that were amounting to thousands, Satan suddenly burst up through the ground in a massive ball of fire and flames to join the party. As he stood there looking all about him, and whilst the mortars were exploding sending ice and debris smashing into him, the prince of darkness raised his arms up into the air and massive flame throwers hundred of feet tall coursed out of him. Then turning around and bringing his arms down to point out from his sides, the deep snow all around him vaporized into gallons of steam, and the trees all around were turned to ash.

  Stepping forwards with his pitch fork and intense flames pouring up his massively muscular red back, that looked like they were serpents as they’d licked and curled around one another, he’d continued destroying the forest ahead of him.

  Hundreds of tall pine trees that had been frozen for months waiting for the spring so they could shake off the arctic chill; were vaporized by his intensity. The ground beneath where their roots had been, were suddenly transformed into tunnels of flames flowing through them after the roots had burnt away too. Satan clouded by the bombs debris blasting into his face, was suddenly even more furious and sought retribution against those who were firing them.

  Then as the tree line for hundreds of feet around him finally succumbed to his flames and vanished, and the demons darted off in all directions looking for the bowman, suddenly the werewolves appeared. Only as they’d charged at him, he’d laughed and then incinerated them too.

  This dark lord from the world of fires and flames beneath was in his element, and knew that he was unstoppable. Then running forwards as he’d seen the square mile of icy tarmac ahead, and as the soldiers swallowed deeply and concentrated everything that they had on him, suddenly Satan disappeared.

  Tanks had been pumping their heavy rounds at him, whilst the mortar bomb soldiers abandoned Adolf’s orders to stay blasting the whole expanse of the forest and instead swung their launchers around, and were fully loading Satan with devastatingly powerful bombs. The sound of the intense firing and the hundreds of bombs exploding upon hundreds of bombs was unbelievable. The soldiers with their MG42 sub machine guns that were filled with silver rounds let loose into the forest, alongside their brothers that were holding small arms too. There were literally millions of bullets streaming across the square mile of icy tarmac, and heading into the woods that now had fires and flames pouring out of them.

  The demons in pursuit of the bowman sensed their master’s trouble and then coupled with all the other demons that were rushing in all directions through the shadows, they’d retreated to save him.

  Satan hadn’t seen the German traps just by the edge of the tree line, and walked onto the loose covering that was above one. The prince of darkness like a fool had fallen through and then disappeared into a spike filled pit beneath him. Only as he’d fallen towards the lethal spikes, the heat coming off him had simply vaporized them. The remains of the poles had turned to glowing red embers and then still smoldering, they’d continued to smolder down deep into the earth beneath him. The netting with its silver lace and trigger mechanism turned like wire with too many amps through it, and then as a second passed after glowing red it vanished. The rope that would have hoisted the vampire prey up fifty feet into the air, simply flung up with the tail of it in flames.

  The prince of darkness was so furious that Dracus had killed Rex, and that he’d missed him up at the shack only to loose him ten minutes later in the village because of the white horse, and that mysterious blue light. His anger had been tremendous, and the souls that were already in the fires below, suffering their tormentous hell, had felt it too. Whilst being chained in flames and suffering the most extreme pain he’d turned it up a level and their screaming because of it, was so loud that meteorologist’s had caught it coming back at them on a microphone from a deep hole in Serbia. Now though as Satan put his flaming pitchfork up out of the ten feet deep hole, and then climbed on out himself, his rage surpassed anything that he’d felt before.

  Satan forgetting about the bowman and with clouds of demons surrounding him then stormed
forwards onto the icy tarmac, and straight out into the intense barrage of silver bullets that were coming back at him. The soldiers kept their eyes to their sights and the mortar bombers realigned their launchers for the last time before and unable to fire mortars so close to them, they’d no choice but to drop their rocket pipes and make a dash for their machine guns instead.

  The tanks that consisted of mainly Tiger tanks with their massive armor piercing rounds, and their gunners that were full of the deepest levels of animosity towards any enemy foreign or domestic, were shitting themselves. Each round that they’d blasted out of their heavy turret had passed across the tarmac at a rate of a thousand meters per second; only every shell had liquefied fifty meters before it hit him. Everything they’d fired had literally melted and did nothing to placate his already demonic views towards them, but enraged him even further. Then with both hands down low he’d pulled up a wave of flames ‘like a tsunami’ from the ground beneath him. It spanned both directions as far as the eye could see, and then with a devilishly evil gleam in his eye, he’d thrust it forwards at them.

  The rolling inferno of great magnitude had spiraled as it tore into the first line of soldiers, and then like in the Roman days with fire on the battlefield, sixty men that couldn’t get behind the tanks or armored cars in time, suddenly burst into flames.

  The eagles that were watching down from the safety of their nest looked upon them with wide rapidly blinking eyes, as if to say, “So where are your superhuman strengths now suckers?”

  Then as Satan had finally made it across the bubbling tarmac with flames roaring hundreds of feet from his arms, he’d vaporized the rest of the foot soldiers within seconds.

  The turret guns stayed pointing down at him from above the huge rock doorway though, and pommelled him throughout his entrance. Then oblivious to their attempts to harm him, the prince of darkness turned his attention to the awesomely powerful tiger tanks.

  Boom after boom they’d kept firing their high velocity armor piercing rounds at him, whilst from the speakers inside the tanks, they were also consumed with the unearthly sound of Adolf’s voice that was ordering them not to retreat. Only fearing hell more than Adolf’s old Roman punishments of ‘Decimation,’ some of them had stopped firing and then tried to flee. They’d leapt up and opened the tank hatches and tried to leap out but Satan with a grin thought otherwise, and sucked theirs souls out of their bodies before their feet had hit the tarmac beneath them. Their uniformed bodies turned orange for a millionth of a second, and then the shapes of their souls appeared looking back at the corpses. The demons instantly swarmed them in their intensity, and dragged them off into the ground screaming.

  Satan and with one massive fireball, then simply liquefied all the tanks.

  Seventy tones of steel with their Henschel turrets were reduced to nothing, but massive pools of molten steel.

  Adolf had been controlling the turret guns throughout the whole invasion and after seeing the tanks vaporized, he’d had enough of thinking that he might win this one and fled. He’d leapt over the corpses of more dead operatives in the control room that had annoyed him, and then surrounded by scientists that were shaking with extreme fear, they’d gone with the second plan of his and ran out the back to his private chopper.

  Then once inside the leader of men had frantically flicked down all the switches to start the engines, and watched in horror as the rotors above him had slowly started to turn. All the time he and his scientists were looking behind them at the roaring flames that they could see just peaking above the hanger.

  Then as a second past with the engines picking up speed and the rotors now smashing their way through the arctic air above him, Adolf heard a voice that no one else heard.

  “Hello again you little bastard, remember me?”

  The scientists had been warned of the issues that Adolf been facing that morning, and apart from the odd strange looks hearing about it, they’d been ready. Then as soon as he’d gone strange in the pilots seat, they’d slammed a crash helmet on him that was lined with lead.

  As soon as they did, instantly the voice of Raffious was masked out and faded away.

  Then with a quick check of the dashboard to make sure the thing was ready Adolf pulled back on the control sticks and the bird, full of scientist’s and gold lifted up from the helipad and flew away.

  Raffious meanwhile was furious. He’d just reconnected in Adolf’s mind after nearly forty years of loosing the connection, and only said one sentence then he’d lost the connection again. The old boy was already furious with Dracus for shooting him earlier but now having just lost his werewolves to Satan, and again loosing connection to Adolf, he went crazy. The bowman was only there in the woods because of the priest, he’d seen them in the chopper earlier from his third eye spell, and they were going to save Kaine and probably try ruining more of his plans in the future too. That was it in his mind Satan would pay, he was a sorcerer and a mighty powerful one too.

  The old boy stepped out from the pine trees on the edge of the tarmac and then forgetting about the impending threat of the angels dragging him before God, he’d rolled his sleeves back with magic sizzling and dancing from his fingertips, whilst he’d prepared to battle the old serpent himself.

  Chapter 36 – The Eagles

  Walking forwards a mile away from Satan who was outside the huge rock sliding door and relishing in his destruction of the soldiers and armoured vehicles, Raffious summoned his first spell.

  From a far the old boy held his hands above his head and the clouds suddenly turned jet black and gathered over Satan’s head. Then as thunder could be heard racking its way through everything, forked lightening suddenly shot down from the sky straight into Satan.

  As it had hit him the lightening had simply merged with the extreme heat coming from him and seemed to do nothing but make the flames more aggressive and powerful.

  Satan feeling the power surge turned to look across at him in the distance and laughed.

  In response the prince of darkness then held his arm out pointing at Raffious’ and closed his fingers into a tight grip and a huge force suddenly took hold of the old boy, and sucked him fast with his sandals sliding fast across the bubbling tarmac towards him.

  Raffious responded by bringing his arms down diagonally from centrally above his head and smiled inwardly as the force was broken.

  Feeling confident that he had the skills to battle this fool, Raffious then clicked his fingers and the dark clouds above suddenly poured out rain. It wasn’t drips or spits, it was the same as what Noah experienced when his ark was finished. Tonnes of water poured down from the heavens onto Satan, only everything instantly turned to steam. Not one drop had any effect on the evil bastard.

  Satan laughed as Raffious clenched his teeth and started to think of other spells that he knew.

  Raffious had considered such things as hundreds of werewolves or warriors with huge swords, but considering how his werewolves had been vaporised from twenty feet away, he didn’t bother.

  Satan figured that if he enraged Raffious maybe the old boy might actually surprise him, because so far his magic was rubbish.

  Staring him in the face, Satan told Raffious that all the years he’d been trying to kill Rex seeking revenge for his love Adina’s death, had been wasted. He’d then said as Raffious started to look furious, that it was him who’d ordered her brutal torture and death and Rex only carried it out.

  Raffious tried to not let it affect him but he was powerless to resist these comments. The old boys rage metastasized and almost threatened to consume him as he’d heard Satan mention Adina’s name.

  Satan then added that she was a whore and she worked for him. He laughed with fire bursting from his mouth and also told him that she was paid to trick Christ and so she could get close to him, she pretended to fall in love with Raffious.

  The old boy was already feeling consumed by his rage but as he’d heard this, sadness also burrowed itsway through him too.
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br />   Satan saw his face and realized he was having a hard time of hearing it so added, Adina wanted more money and if she didn’t get it she was going to tell Christ so Satan had her killed.

  He also said that Raffious had fallen for the second part of the trap too, by killing millions of people through wars and famine just to get his revenge against Rex. Satan thanked him for all the souls that the old boy had sent him, and then laughed demonically in his face.

  Tears were welling up in Raffious’ eyes now because the thought that Adina truly never loved him and was just using him, had hurt him to the core of his being. Then to also find out that Satan had killed her and lured him from Heaven by doing so and that the angels were chasing him too because of it, made him experience anger from a different dimension.