"So, how are my three favorite victims enjoying their stay in hell?" the evil bat asked.
A wave of miserable moans was all he got in response. Hearing those pained cries sent shivers of delight up Nefarious's spine. He couldn't wait to turn those pathetic mewls into screams for mercy. He set his eyes upon the simpering Nimbat. Her name was Fidget, and of the three, she was probably his favorite. Her once pristine coat was now a matted mess of dirt and blood, while dark tear stains marred the fur under her beautiful eyes.
"P-Please..." she croaked weakly, her voice hoarse from overuse "It hurts... It hurts s-so much... P-Please, make it stop..."
Nefarious chuckled at her pitiful pleas "Oh no, my poor naive little Nimbat. The pain is only going to get worse... Much, much, worse." he replied, starting to caress her cheek as if to comfort her.
Fidget whimpered at the wicked bat's ministrations, knowing that any attention from him would only lead to further anguish. As Nefarious stroked the trembling Nimbat, he let his gaze wander to his other two victims, both in just as bad of shape as the Nimbat. The Light Spirit, called Ori, had suffered many hardships in his life, but through it all had never lost his innocence or compassion. Being tortured to death by the vile bat was probably the last thing the poor Spirit deserved. The primitive Yordle, known as Gnar, was less of a stranger to conflict and strife, but being held captive and helpless was a far cry from the fields of battle he was used to. Even the primal rage he normally harnessed was completely overshadowed by primordial fear. The poor Yordle had never felt so powerless to change his fate.
Nefarious noticed the two averting their gazes as if hoping not to draw his attention. "Don't you dare look away. I want you two to burn this into your memories." he addressed them "Witness the fate that awaits you both!"
Fidget's eyes grew wide with horror at the vile bat's ominous words. "No, no, no, no..." the panicked words spilled from her mouth as she tried to deny that this was real.
Nefarious took has claw from her cheek, and raised it back dramatically, poised to strike.
"N-No... Please... Don't...!" her begging intensified as she stared at those wicked nails in absolute terror.
But Nefarious just gave her a sadistic smile, and in the blink of an eye, his claw thrust forward, plunging deep into her gut. There was moment of silence, the poor Nimbat struggling to process the sudden surge of information, before she threw her head back and screamed at the top of her lungs. Ori and Gnar cringed, their ears pinning back in distress, hardly able to stand the Nimbat's shriek of agony as it echoed off the chamber walls. Nefarious, on the other paw, reveled in her torment, twisting his claw around within her, enjoying the feel of her delicate warm innards, all while wrenching even more tortured screams from the hapless Nimbat. His smile widened as the wicked bat seemed to find something he was searching for. His grip tightened, and with a swift yank, he ripped a strand of intestines from the Nimbat's quivering body. The sight was too much for Ori and Gnar to bear, both heaving up bile from their empty stomachs as they witnessed the visceral display before them. But that was only the beginning of the bat's twisted machinations. He reached forward with his other claw, grabbing the tube of dislodged flesh, and giving it another harsh tug as he began to mercilessly disembowel the helpless Nimbat.
Strand by strand Fidget's bowels were torn from her body, and Nefarious was savoring every moment. He took it nice and slow, dragging out her suffering for as long as possible. With each tug, he watched as fresh blood and viscera spilled from her gut; he listened as her innards squelched and her voice cried out in anguish; he breathed deeply as the stench of blood, sweat, and fear radiated from her ravaged body. All of these sensations coalesced together, creating a feast of the senses for the depraved bat. It was pure ecstasy.
Fidget wanted to plea, to beg for the despicable bat to stop, but the only sounds she could form were screams of pure agony. She trembled and convulsed wildly, pulling painfully at the nails in her paws, and aggravating every wound on her tortured body. Pain was everywhere, and no matter how much she thrashed and screamed, there was no escape. It was beyond excruciating, as if the monstrous bat was tearing out her very soul. But no matter how high her misery peaked, the mercy of unconsciousness eluded her, like some dark and twisted magic was keeping her awake, forcing her to endure every agonizing moment of her brutal disembowelment.
It was an absolute living hell, with every second seeming to drag on for hours. Fidget began to worry that it would never end, that she was doomed to suffer this indescribable pain for the rest of eternity. But although her mind seemed trapped in a prison of endless torment, it was actually only a matter of time until her fragile body gave out. Starved, dehydrated, and exsanguinated, it was all too much for the weakened Nimbat to bear. She let out her final death rattle, the haunting wail of a tortured soul, voicing her terror, anguish, and sorrow for all to hear. It resonated throughout the dungeon, serving as a chilling prelude to any who heard it. The scream slowly faded as the last of her strength drained away, and her body fell limp, hanging lifelessly from the cruel crucifix. A somber stillness fell over the room, Gnar and Ori stunned into silence by the heinous act they had just witnessed. Despite everything they had suffered at the claws of that monster, the Nimbat's sudden and brutal execution still came as a shock to them.
However Ori was quickly shaken from his trance when Nefarious's gaze fell upon him. Ori's pupils shrank with terror as the vile bat approached him with a wicked grin. Nefarious stopped in front of the quivering Spirit, and began to slowly rake a bloody claw up his stomach. Ori broke down from the teasing caress, trembling and sobbing uncontrollably. The Nimbat's final cry still rang fresh in his mind. He couldn't even begin to fathom the agony she had suffered. He didn't want to die; not like this; dear god, not like this!
But Nefarious just leaned in close and whispered "Not yet my little pet. I think I can still squeeze a bit more suffering out of you." He stretched out his tongue, lapping up a few of the weeping Spirit's tears. He shivered with delight, practically able to taste Ori's misery. The despair of an innocent, the flavor was intoxicating, and Nefarious intended to wring every drop he could from the poor Spirit. But such pleasantries could wait. There was no need to be hasty. It was better to draw things out; make it last. There would be plenty of time to enjoy his little toys later.
Satisfied for now, Nefarious withdrew from Ori and sauntered back towards the door. He didn't even bothering to clean up Fidget's fresh corpse, leaving it to rot in plain view of the others. The fiendish bat took one last look over his shoulder at his remaining victims. Ori had not stopped sobbing, the poor spirit clearly overwhelmed by the sheer horror of the situation. Gnar wasn't fairing much better, trying and failing to hold back his own tears. Despite his experience on the battlefield, the little Yordle was clearly shaken by the horrific events that had taken place. It did the sadistic bat's heart good to see the two so distraught. Their suffering was exquisite.
"Now you two don't go anywhere while I'm away." Nefarious chuckled at his own cruel joke before slamming the door shut, leaving the two to wallow in misery and despair until his next dreaded visit. Only then would they know the answer to the terrifying question haunting them both; which one of them would be next?
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So in case you didn't know, Nefarious is a sadistic monster and this is pretty much me at my most sadistic. My imagination is not a fun place for cute fictional characters. Cute characters are at their best when they are suffering. Usually the more innocent and underserving the better in my book.
I'm so glad I managed to get this commission done. I love a lot of Mitchell's work and have always wanted to get something from them. I was super bummed when I narrowly missed the last batch of commissions, but this time I got one, and I couldn't be happier with it. I hope you enjoy it at much as I do.