Reconstruction

Desdemonda walked up to Chase and held his head between her hands. She delighted in the feel of twisting his neck until she heard the snap that disconnected him from life. She signalled to the reconstruction team to take him down below where she would finish the transformation.

“Donovan! Gear up, we roll out as soon as I prepare Chase for his new life,” she said as she headed down the steps after the reconstruction team. Normally after a torture session, the maimed humans would be stripped down to their hate and be turned into demons. They would then be sent to individual cells, broken down emotionally even further until they were bare and raw. Lucifer preferred his demons to be so damaged that they would look to him for guidance, for lust, for some semblance of order, and Lucifer relished the role of being their prince. Desdemonda had different plans for Chase. He would be rebuilt as a destroyer, not as a demon. They would extract his hate from his mind and put it into his heart, pump the emotion to drive him. Adrenaline wasn’t needed, hate and rage satisfied all other destroyers, and it would do for him as well.

                The reconstruction team had strict orders from Desdemonda to ensure that Chase’s form was to be as untouched as possible, but that his soul could be used and abused to whatever means necessary in order to get him to the level of the destroyers. Physical strength was a key part of being a destroyer, it was after all, not easy to snap the neck of a human when they were struggling and crying out. It was all about gaining the upper hand, about dominance, and when the warring angels were aiding the humans, the chances of success went down by a large margin. The team began with the extraction of hate. The process was long; hate was rarely entrenched in the heart, but a thought that the mind tried to convince the heart of. The demon in charge of the extraction laid his hand upon Chase’s, and absorbed the hateful thoughts into his own mind. He filtered Chase’s thoughts by weeding out the petty ideas and miseries, and focused in on the hateful thoughts toward his father and brother, and the loathing he felt towards his mother. The demon refocused these thoughts down to his hand and laid it on Chase’s cold heart. Chase began to breathe again, hatred and loathing coursing throughout his body. He opened his eyes and the extractor smiled, here was a new creation, a new kind of hate, one that would send the angels to their knees.