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going to save me a
second time from being killed by him was it.

Chapter five: Doctor Death

    Hacked to pieces I regained consciousness although my vision
was hazy at best. Blood was everywhere. Hardly called living
anymore, my guts were hanging out, splattered on the sandy floor.
Elder Azazel had peeled back a vast majority of my skin. At first
there was tremendous pain. Now there was nothing. Whether it was
shock or my brain overloaded so much so that it just refused to
recognise pain I was sort of thankful.
    “ I know this is not easy younger Azazel but please do forgive
me for the untold torture I am inflicting upon you. I must rid your
body quickly of the spirit chains that tie you to heaven or else
you will evaporate into nothingness. There is a reason I brought
you into Limbo and not directly to Hell. You chose Hell over
Heaven. You may not realise this but out of millions if not
billions of souls that have come down to Limbo they all vanish into
dust, this sand that we stand upon is the remains of those that
wished to be cleansed of sins and enter the garden of
Eden.
    You alone chose Hell when no one in their right mind would and
that makes this worth doing.”
    No idea what the fuck elder Azazel was talking about I watched
as he reached deep inside my stomach, incredible pain returning
again.
    Would I survive such inhumane torture? Falling several
thousand miles from the real would, survived that bullshit. Getting
thunder zapped into oblivion to the point I am sure my asshole
cooked inside, survived that. Sort of surviving the twisted demonic
crap this winged bastard was putting me through.
    “ Am… I immortal?” I asked, almost choking on my own blood
whilst that fucker continued to route around inside my
body.
    With no idea what the winged one found within me it felt like
he was tugging on rope deep inside me, every single tug felt more
wrenching and painful than any previous torture I had
endured.
    “ No. You are not immortal Azazel and neither am I. You only age
in Hell when you want to age that is unless you happen to be born
there; I personally preferred a more manly appeal. It goes down
smother when I have to visit the world of the living. You have so
many questions, quite understandably. Answers shall be given but
the reason you are alive right now is not because you are immortal.
The scythe I wield can only harm, not kill. Only exceptional demons
within Hell have one of these although they quite possibly fashion
it into another tool. If this was to slice your head off or cut you
into very tiny pieces it would not kill you. I could simply
reassemble you like a puzzle and you would be good as
new.”
    Elder Az stopped speaking as he yanked again, ripping
something out of my body. It was like a silky white rope.
Glistening like diamonds it looked pretty.
    “ This younger Azazel is what is known as your soul’s
repentance. With this still trapped inside your new body you would
physically not be able to survive Limbo. It was me who ensured that
you came to Limbo because I need a favour, a quest that you will
very much like.”
    “ You… Want me… To help you? Go fuck… Yourself!” I spat on the
man but he paid no attention as he began sticking bits and pieces
back inside me.

    Watching elder Azazel toss my soul’s repentance aside it
squirmed on the melting hot sand before turning into a small
smouldering pile of ash. No sooner than it evaporated it was like a
vast weight had been removed off of my shoulders. Since entering
the sordid place I had struggled to breathe and walk. Now it felt
like a hot day, still too hot to be dressed in full on black
clothing.
    “ That should do it. Liver, kidneys, intestines, bladder and
stomach all in their right place. Now to sow you up and replenish
your blood.”
    Utterly exhausted from this whole ordeal that had nary lasted
twenty minutes I stood upright observing elder Azazel as he turned
his index finger to flame and began searing the wound that ran from
the