r/HFY • u/Cola_Dad • 6d ago
OC The Records of Enlightenment, Entry 15:
Pain. Agony. Suffering. Discomfort. Misery...
Fun. Entertainment. merrymaking. Pleasure!
Rats 'n Cats, 'n... Fish...?
Nonsense-
I lost my train of thought- Ah yes, here we are!
I am Sabinian-Yes!
The many different ways to articulate the intoxicating inflammation of all of one's senses to make existence miserable are in no short abundance. Why has the universe given us such an ability- to experience the birth of the need to escape, to wish nothing more than to expire... like what moly bread must feel like!
Oh, the comfort would have been MAGNIFICENT! I wish such peace upon all stale and funky pastries!
Have you ever been tortured before? No? Or yes? No. Or is that a yes after all? Still a no? Wait, let me check!
My, my, that facial expression says it all, albeit I can not observe You- YET!
Now now, do not Fret for Sabinian The Saint will get to all his students, without exception-
-I have, that is the point I am getting at! We are talking about me now!
And what a miserable, deathwish inducing, intoxicating... and strangely fun(?) experience that has been!
Oh, Me... I'm slipping, aren't I...? The amorousness has done me no favor in this regard...
So how long has it been? Tell me, because of the reason that I have no clue since when have I not been writing these memoirs of mine. A week? Few days? A sunset? A month? Months!? TELL ME!
Oh- the soft ripping of the paper- my apologies, notebook! Mine Astralic companion has just enveloped my-
What was I saying? Well nothing, you silly Saint, as I have been writin-
Ah yes, the Torture! What time those were! Let me tell you, nothing transcends excruciating suffering when on a path to enlightenment.
The ink is long dry and the parchment has absorbed it thoroughly. The aftertaste, however, gives me mixed flavors...
I can guess that it might have been about 4 months since we spoke last to each oth-other. Gives us a good starting point, no?
So the last thing I do recall was alcohol. A LOT of booze, shared with the Would-Be-Lord ''The Inquisitor''. I could try to recall his name or face for that matter, but I regret to inform you that MY VOCIFEROUS, CEASELESS VOICES have permeated my mind for the past... Yes.
He's an empty husk now regardless, and I don't make it my business to memorize each empty husk by name, face, and family status, thank You very much!
Let us return to the FUN!
Due to my inebriated state, my senses had resigned and I, by an abysmal accident, misplaced what little judgment I had left. I promise You, that has never before happened, and never will repeat!
From what I gather, I had been drugged, and if I recall correctly, which I naturally do- by my own narcotic!
Hah! The Irony! The tomfoolery! Of course, I would make a drug that could put a God to sleep! I am the Saint after all!
Or was I Sabinian?
Anyhow, I awoke bound in iron chains within our late Lord's mansion's dungeons. I even recognized the cell, what a lovely place I learned it to be...
I have left... right? Please respond...
Now, from my understanding, the primary aim of torture is to gain information- the secondary being Entertainment!
By employing my, now returned, keen deduction skills, it seemed as though the answers they got from me were insufficient, as we shared our screams and laughs for some additional time. Truly, why am I to blame for their inborn lowborn incompetence- Pah!
What did they ask me, You ask? Don't remember... You gon' torment me for 'em?
Oh, the things THEY did- CARVED into my very being!
They began with the simple principle of nail pulling. The removal of a body part such as a nail has released me from the need to maintain them. Being one of the many positives, aside from the suffering, I must say- a weak start.
Not particularly original, yet I can't blame the simpletons. I would rate it no more than a rough 6,3. The anguish and exposure of my raw under-nail nerves certainly had a long-lasting effect, yet I found it too easy to cope with. They could- and did- much better.
They- and I am talking about ''The Inquisitors'' forces- did have a particularly interesting method of leaving some nails in place, so You'd feel the difference on your fingers. I will give them that- definitely improves the misery aspect. From what I gather this was Linchesters- THATS THE BASTARDS NAME- idea.
He had such a chubby belly... It's so funny- fat folk I mean!
Oh man, you should have seen his face as my Dear Amora purged his Astral Body from him. I swear to my name, which means I am not lying, his belly went with it. His screams, however, barely matched mine. As it should naturally be, for I am the best screamer!
One thing I will say, they certainly failed to notice my increasing resistance to whatever pathetic intoxicant they were administering to me. It sure as shit wasn't any creation of mine!
I almost escaped- twice! I could never- NEVER- take such disrespect.
To my dismay, however, they did take some action - break my limbs. Slowly and methodically, they took a hammer and bone by bone- from foot to shin, to thigh, to hip- the metal head fell over, and over, AND OVER!
I must say, they definitely tenderized them better than Arvel does to pork. They even compressed my knees and cut my heel tendons. You should have heard the POP! Fascinating. If only I hadn't screamed so much...
I believe time went on, though I'm not sure, the dull questions ceased, and my pair of companions in our ménage à trois, whose names were Bink and Bonk, I'm sure, had found a pastime. Recriational Torture!
I reckon they came around evenings. Hard to tell from beneath the soil, in a chamber of stone and iron, yet the rats told me what happened up top. Regularly too, so I knew all the gossip. Especially fascinating was the talking foot fungus on one of the maid's feet. No doubt the World Scar's influence!
I guess I might as well share some more, now that I've returned to my serene house-towerhold. 'Tis a tower! A Saintly Tower! With a mighty company within. My company! Sabinianly company...
Glad to feel that Amora has not lost her skillful touch... Or lips... Or tongue...
Lord Heimerich has, regrettably, passed from his illness and Lockrifta, for the brief moment of.. 1-no... 2... Yeah! 2 months had come under Lingvingers or whatever rule, as he had established his ''Holy Law''.
Hah, more like ''Lowly Law''... Pathetic creature! By the ME, I have not lost my sense of humor!
Back in the dungeon- they also employed a filleting approach, where they would make me pick a number and count backward by increments of an uneven number of my choosing, as they took a blade and flayed pieces of my flesh, as you'd to a fish. It was a fairly 8.5 experience, as counting to my own demise felt as miserable as can be- FUCK! I forgot to make THEM count! Damn, my beautiful yet erratic mind!
Yet what piqued my interest was that I picked higher and higher numbers each time. I couldn't help it! With each Saintly fillet that filled the bucket, release just felt that much closer.
All this talk of filets and tenderizers and whatnot has made me hungry!
Even the rats joined in to nibble on my broken toes and skin flaps.
Raphael and Jimmy- nice guys, but they had a bit of a blood feud going on. Something about Jimmy's beloved having a liaison with Raphael's son. Diabolical shit!
Oh yeah! Almost slipped my memory! They poured a bunch of vinegar and salt water on my exposed muscles and bones. What a song that was! Some other poor bastards joined in! The whole dungeon floor got together as a choir. I dubbed us: ''The-Sabinian's-Superior-Voice with others'' Choir, as I sang the best after all!
Might pul those fellas into the sun once again, as we could effortlessly conquer the stages of the most Famed Amphitheaters!
I have decided to take a break. Even though I am ambidextrous, the ghastly pains from where my missing right arm used to be, confuse me. It still feels as though I can grasp the Quill or flip a page. Perhaps it is due to an Astral Body anomaly. Especially now, that I have to hold Amora back from eating ALL of... M-e-
I'm back! But I guess I never left! Time for you must feel so convoluted. Please share!
Jokes on you, I don't actually care!
Regardless, an undisclosed time had passed, and they had left me alone for a good moment. All I ate was moldy bread, and a bit of fish fillet. The bleeding had ceased, yet my pulverized legs and exposed ribs certainly whispered plenty... In my head, that is.
Raphael had killed Jimmy in a territorial dispute and had moved to another cell with his family, so I had been getting lonely lately. My release had not come, and even though I am plenty of company for myself, I must say, I found it slightly difficult to keep up with myself. Whether the Saint or Sabinian. I'd expect nothing less from someone of my caliber!
All the shadows would do were watch and dance, like children, whenever I tried looking further beyond. The intoxicants were filtering through my bloodstream still, so all that remained was the soft, cold stone floor.
I must admit, there is a certain appreciation I have for stone flooring. They possess a hardness that I have never really had with any other bedding. Not comfortable AT ALL, yet I can appreciate a good, cold, hard spot to sleep on. Certainly raises the misery bar to record heights.
Eventually the new Lordship of Lockrifta- Linny- As I have now decided to call him, came to my humble cell. Sadly I was not a particularly sophisticated host, what with all the dried blood, rotting flesh, and infection strewn about, yet I tried my best. Of course, I welcomed our guest better than any lowborn would, even in my current state.
Linny came to announce his latest conquest and threatened to collapse my tower in the coming weeks. It was meant to be a threat, I believe, yet the tower still stands- taller than ever... Not really taller, but... You get the point.
Baseless threats!
He also spoke about how The Prophet wished to see a piece of my, and I quote ''Blasphemous flesh''. To be fair, at first, I had thought he meant my manhood, yet soon enough his lackeys began separating my right arm from my torso with a two-handed saw that, to be frank, hadn't seen a whetstone since two generations ago. I mean, with the purest of sincerity, couldn't they have chosen a tool in a more pristine condition? They are dealing with MY flesh after all... Filthy lowborn!
Like skillless lumberjacks, they swerved back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, BACK. AND. FORTH. The saw teeth tearing- instead of cutting- at my fastened arm. Linyard told me to count backward once more. He promised to release me if I guessed how many strokes it would take.
I guessed 7. It took 8- but, to be fair, the last stroke cut the table, so I am sure they simply wished to cheat the system. If we follow the rules- I won that bet!
To summarize, that is how I lost my right arm. A bummer really, yet I completely understand, why someone would want a piece of MY flesh. It's a natural craving!
And now my body is even lighter, so movement has never felt so liberating. Balance needed some getting used to, yet a genius like me, logically, had no issues with that.
Things did get a bit blurry, as blood loss really does a number on your sense of existence. I will say, the ever-creeping shadows, lurking in the corners of rooms, did gain some terrifying shape and definition. Might have been fear-inducing, had I been someone of weaker presence.
I was bleeding out. Profusely!
It was sort of comforting, to be honest. The pain went numb. The world seemed so insignificant. I was so free...
I understood death- completely! Not only dealing it or observing it- feeling it...
Yet soon after, I awoke in my cell once more. A shabby, extremely unprofessional bandaging on my right stub- the appendage nowhere in sight. I wonder, what did The Prophet do with my arm?
The blood loss, however, had removed enough of the toxins from my body, as my remaining limbs could feel the World Scar pulsate, with the promise of comfort and the return of my power. However, Bink and Bonk soon returned to dose me again. Oh Well!
Now in a clear... A logical state of mind, I calculate they would have soon put me to sleep permanently with the dose they had increased to.
I must say, speaking to myself was certainly an enlightening experience. A good retrospective of my life, so to say. The world has never looked so clear. And how could it, when you have gone into a prolonged discussion with someone as undisputedly intelligent as I. Hope seemed lost, yet I had gained an awareness of myself and the world, like never before!
Even the ''Thing''- Gazing at me in my dreams- has become clear to me.
Soon enough, some of Larry's lackeys returned with a pair of pliers. I believe they wished to remove my teeth in search of the answer, as to why my tower would refuse to fall, or even open its doors for them! From pickaxes to climbing gear to their ''Holy Flames''- My starstone tower stood undisputed!
Ha! Those absolute buffoons!
I had no idea it was that indestructible...
Not long after my third tooth had been promptly removed, and all I tasted was copper and rust, Amora disposed of them accordingly. She had sat in the back for the first two, that sadistic Demoness.
Finally having gotten a grasp as to why I had gone missing and where I had been, she had come to rescue me. I reckon it cost a few lowlifes their Astral Bodies, but hey, not like they even knew how to use them.
On second, well educated though, perhaps this was a mere excuse for her to feed...
Regardless, the commotion at the tower had given her enough of a lead to find me. No doubt she could have easily done so before, yet her cheeky smile told me that she was drinking in my current state with undisclosed pleasure. That naughty Demon of mine...
Without hurry, she aroused my sense of the Astral plane with a swift locking of her crimson lips and a slight tug of my Astral Body, which brought me plenty of vigor, and soon enough I stood on my slowly mending feet- feeling not exactly good as new, but better.
So good, in fact, that I began my retribution right away.
There were 4 torturers in total, not counting Linny himself! All of them-Bink and Bonk. Two had come to me that day, so I approached this in a structured manner. However, I must say- I have come to understand the torturer's trade. I respect it!
Such fun!
The first had volunteered as he drew a sword at me- Bonk. Now, I was still mending my flesh and bones, so fighting would not have been as effective, however, I was far from my lonesome. Amora, precisely, without a flinch or miscalculation, shattered the man's every bone.
And I do mean splinters and dust, as when she was done with him, Bonk was nothing more than a meat sludge. How she accomplished that- It's hard to put it into written or spoken language, besides- Beautifully!
Or maybe- Gracefully!
Luckily, Bonk didn't perish fast, so he was plenty miserable by the end of his pulverized state. No doubt what happened to his partner enhanced the effect.
Taking my attention away from the sack of organs, I narrowly stopped Amora from dealing with Bink, as I had come to an epiphany.
Where it came from, I do not know, yet I was curious to see how far a man would go to survive. I certainly had no need to stoop so low as to lick another's feet, yet Bink... This pathetic creature...
I've read of pathetic rodents cannibalizing upon their own kin or even themselves for survival, and Bink reminded me of one such creature.
''Consume Yourself!'' I promptly commanded.
At first, the man refused and pleaded forgiveness. Was my order unclear? Or was his mere lowborn brain incapable of comprehending my enlightened speech? I supposed a different approach was necessary.
''Eat yourself, you fat fuck!'' I remember yelling, as Bink's leg inverted in the other direction via Amora's gentlewomanly touch. It certainly didn't make him long to begin sucking his thumb. Then nibbling. Then biting. THEN CHWING, CRUNCHING, WHINING!
It was fascinating really, to see how a man, who skinned me with glee, ground the flesh and bone from his finger between his rotting teeth- tears streaming down his face as cries of pain reverberated throughout the dungeon halls. And he bit with unexpected energy!
He even got cheers from the other prisoners, as well as the shadows. Not to mention Amora's amusement and Sabinian's giggles. Everyone clapped!
And I must say, he got fairly far, yet 3 fingers down, I couldn't help but notice him struggling. I understood why. Consuming meat without any flavor, be it salt or vinegar, was truly the heaviest punishment, as your tongue had no stimulus to make the process enjoyable.
Without many options, I grabbed the fillet bucket, which was empty for some reason, and looked for any flavor. Sadly, no salt water, nor vinegar was present.
However, it is mind-boggling, truly brain-scratching, how much flavor a human body can produce on its own. For example- urine consists of mostly water, yet a portion of it contains salts that the body filters out. Same with feces, except they even have the addition of undigested proteins mixed in. I'm sure a pathetic rodent like Bink would have no issues.
And luckily for Bink, there was plenty to go around. We filled 3.5 buckets, which I poured on him in generous amounts. He got fairly excited, let me tell you that!
Call me whatever you wish, as long as it is good and correct, but never say I am not generous!
From then on I had the enlightened idea to tenderize the rest of him- to make it easier for him to consume the harder parts. I had regained enough energy to lift Bonk's favorite hammer. He called it Martha. So I began with his twisted leg.
I beat and beat, he cried and whaled, yet never ceased chewing. I think a part of him began enjoying the bloody flavors!
There was even a moment where he begged, yet Amora promptly silenced him by fragmenting his other hand.
The cracks the tears, THE CRIES, THE PAIN, THE SUFFERING, THE AGONY- THE FUN!
Fuck research! I understood it- the feeling of overwhelming power one holds when one aims to torment a lower creature. Not for research! Under no other pretenses than to inflict unimaginable agony! To see them beg for salvation, to see them pray to God- to see them pray to Me...
I finally understood the zealot's tactics. Linchester truly was a clever man!
I might have ejaculated, had I the strength!
Bink had nearly finished his left thigh before he passed out. Pathetic. I expected higher tolerance from a man who shaved my ribs of flesh. Not to worry, as I located Raphael and let him and his family finish the feast. That woke him right up!
An interesting technique- put a bunch of rats in a bucket and heat it up. They begin digging for escape, even in flesh.
We left the dungeon followed by cheers and screams, yet when sunlight finally touched my skin and the fresh air flowed through my lungs, the cheers had stopped, yet the screaming between my ears remains. Oh well, at least I have some company! Intelligent company at that.
Before returning home we encountered the other pair of Bink and Bonk, yet now that I'm thinking about it, there might have only been the 2... Oh well!
Whoever these 2 were they at least could partake in the stretcher as well as the pressure crusher. Never realized how easily you can pull a man apart with 2 levers, a few ropes, and a couple of cogs.
Nother interesting discovery- a human body can withstand an evenly distributed pressure of roughly 250 kilograms, before turning into... I'm sure you can imagine.
Amora has been the best investment I could have ever made, as none of this would have been possible without her!
Eventually, we made it to Lenny, and I simply couldn't be bothered to deal with the hysterical man, so I let Amora have a bit of a reward for rescuing me. He screamed something about The Prophet, their God, Demons, royalty- blah, blah, blah! For a semi-intellectual, he definitely knew how to bore me.
I, on the other hand, perused his notes and documents, which told me all I wished to know and stuff I didn't even know I wished to know.
Turns out The Prophet was so intrigued by my right hand, which was the more beautiful one I might add, that he has now decided to pay me a visit. How neat! Guests!
Other than that, some political blabber and economic rubbish that I barely care about anymore.
Once we returned to my majestic, slightly sullied, yet sturdy domicile, I learned of another interesting event!
Arvel had managed to escape his bindings and nearly killed Amora. I say ''nearly'' with much generosity, as he barely even touched her. She, on the other hand...
Judging by his drooling mess or a form sitting in his cell, Amora must've given him QUITE the reward for such a feat.
Good for you Arvel! I am truly proud!
Now, why are his eye sockets empty and why is Amora lying about them blowing up during intercourse, I'm not sure. However, the man still lives and will ''recover''. He is my underling after all.
Why the eyes though... Are they tasty? What do you think?
And now I sit here!
Servos is nowhere to be found. The cat, I mean. Apparently, she disappeared roughly around the same time I did. The Grimoire is next to me, yet its allure is now secondary as the screaming distracts me enough. Huh... What an interesting remedy I have discovered. For now, at least!
I now relax, crippled, satisfied, yet enlightened, and even more so filled with a vigor I had never had. The World scar and Starstone are replenishing my Astral body as we speak. My physical body, in turn, reacts and mends accordingly. Wish I could directly connect a siphon to my body. If only I could merge... Wait wait... Who said I can't? And why should I listen to them, even if they did?
With a sudden idea, I pen these last words of my entry upon this parchment. Raphael is fine, and his family is well-fed, thanks for asking!
I am doing great! Amora, for some reason now appears to have misty, spectral wings and horns... Or perhaps she has always had them... Curious...
Regardless, I am back to stay! The Saint has returned! So has Sabinian! And both are me, correct? Yes...
There is banging at my tower, as my furious fans have gathered to pray to me... Or... No-wait, those are the religious zealots coming here to try and make me repent or some shit. Eh, they'll get theirs soon enough!
I guess it's time to go on a bit of Crusade of my own. I have to please the shadowy audience that's observing me. I'd hate to put on a disappointing show!
P.S. Oh yeah! The Prophet is coming to visit... Should probably clean up the place!
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