Final Confessions:

[BLACK BART]

closed for AmbrosiaCaress and I


December 24

The wind outside sang a bitter cold and mournful tune, the gale force winds holding steady for the fourth day, pushing it's icy fingers through every crack and crevice of the monstrous concrete prison.

Inside the maximum security structure the furnaces roared their defiance, blowing it's heat laden air into cellblock H, rattling the massive pipes and grates as the air rushed past.

The thermometer inside read a toast eighty-four degrees and still the furnace worked overtime, failing to warm the guards that patrolled the hallways or the occupants inside.

"Can't they get it fixed?"

The burly guard queried for the twenty-third time since his shift began, trying to rub his arms through the triple layers of clothing he wore in between tapping on the control inside the communications room.

"I can't believe maintenance...claiming everything is working perfectly...as if we were making it all up!"

The second guard nodded rather than answer, his hand sliding under his own layers of clothing, not to rub himself warmer...but to finger the rosary he had started wearing.

He felt the chill as well as the heavier set man, but believed it wasn't the fault of defective heating equipment, but rather the man that occupied the first cell adjacent to them.

If he was indeed...... a man ...

"A cold day in Hell...Wouldn't you say Captain Lopez?"

The voice cut into the Jim Lopez's thoughts as both men spun around, his hand frantically clawing for his holstered pistol, then stopping almost sheepishly as he realized who had spoken.

"You might say that" Lopez agreed and gripped his rosary as he tried to meet the prisoners eyes. "But Hell is supposed to be hot, isn't it?"

"Hell is many different things to many different people, Captain Lopez, just as you see this job a miracle for you to have.... and your partner here deem it the end of an otherwise lustrous career."

Lopez was almost thankful to pull his eyes away from the man half hidden in the shadows of his cell, and yet he was puzzled as he met the burly guards own look, knowing each had never discussed their opinions of working on Death Row in the presence of any prisoner.... much less this prisoner.

"So what IS hell like then?"

The burly guard demanded, feeling the cold wrap itself around him again, refusing to be intimidated by the quiet spoken prisoner.

"Someday soon.... I’ll show you, Sergeant Nichels...and then you'll know"

Both men jumped a second time. The prisoner had been laying quietly, unmoving on the narrow cot supplied by the state, and was now standing before the metal bars, his steel gray eyes taking them both in.

"I see you're wearing your beaded necklace again Captain Lopez, does it give you comfort?"

"Does yours, Mister Hamilton?"

Lopez countered with a question of his own as he rose from the chair he had reseated himself in. The reference being to a golden talisman that dangled once again from the prisoner’s neck, despite repeated attempts to take it away and locking it in the prisons safe.

"I carry my burden with the knowledge that one day I will be set free, Captain Lopez...one day.... one day soon, I suspect...It's said even heaven will forgive the devil himself...if the price is right..."

The prisoner turned, and both guards sighed in relief, as if being released from a powerful grip and returned to the warmth as well...

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Damian Hamilton

Age: Unknown

Occupation: Unknown

Residence: Currently the Maximum Security Penitentiary, Death Row...before that?: Unknown

Physical description: 5 foot 11, 195 pounds, a muscular build, remarkable only for the number of scars upon it. Black hair worn shoulder length, revealing steel gray eyes that seemed to cut directly into your soul when you looked at him for the first and only time.

Court remarks upon sentencing Damian Hamilton:

"Mr. Hamilton shows no remorse despite confessing to all counts of murder once he was apprehended, because of this and his dispassionate response to disclose the bodies of the last four women, we sentence him to death...post haste."

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

December 1st...

"Mr. Hamilton shows no remorse despite confessing to all counts of murder once he was apprehended, because of this and his dispassionate response to disclose the bodies of the last four women, we sentence him to death...post haste."

Post haste... a phrase ultimately meaning as soon as possible, as soon as humanly possible. That meant within the month. There were permissions to be granted, plans to be made, there were news conferences to be held, and appeals to be filed. There were prayers to be said, for the Guilty and for the Victims. The earliest possible date for death...

December 24th... Christmas eve....

Many thought this was fitting for the Monster that was Damian Hamilton. Some thought He was nothing short of a devil... a demon spawn from Hell itself.. some even thought .... that Damian Hamilton was Satan Himself....

One.... knew....

Loreena... Loreena Price.....

She was there, December 1st, at 4:05pm, when the pronouncement came down... "we sentence him to death...post haste." Hidden quietly in the back, fingers of her right hand toying with the gleaming golden talisman that hung about her throat on a equally gleaming golden chain. If one were paying attention, one may have noticed that the talisman she wore, matched, the one that the Convicted wore about His throat. Each bore the dark symbol of a serpent, a fanged serpent, only one, the one upon the Convicted's golden chain, had eyes of ethereal golden light, whereas the other, the one resting about the delicate throat of the trembling Loreena, had eyes dripping with crimson blood, eyes that held the fires from the very depths of hell.

She was trembling, desperately trying to keep herself stilled to no avail. So intense was her shaking that the kindly old man, the grandfather of one of the victims, reached over and layed a hand upon her shoulder, asking if she were all right, did she need water. Loreena could only shake her head no, words would not leave her lips. If any had, they may have been a scream, and she could not, and would not, alert Him that way. Altho surely He could feel the power that she held within that talisman, His power, that burned and flickered within. She surely could feel her own, her soul, that lay captured in the talisman the Killer, the Convicted, Damian, wore.

As cold as December 24th was, with those icy fingers of wind, and the ever present snow, frozen rain, and cold, for Loreena, the cold invaded her bones, slithered about her very soul, on December 1st, at 4:05pm... He would die. His mortal body, if one could call it that, would simply cease to be. None of these people realized that, what festered inside, would not die, but instead either rip It's way back to the depths It was spawned from, or, find another mortal host.

One may say Loreena was there to prevent the latter, but in reality, she was there to save herself, to save her soul, and that certainly would entail saving another mortal from suffering the torture of..... She shook her head, it was not a thought she wanted to think about, her own mind, her own salvation, teetered on the edge of damnation, to think to long, to hard on it, would only drive her over.

She would have one chance, and He, surely, knew it. She would have one chance at the moment of the mortal body's death, at that one twinkling of a moment, to grasp her soul back from His embrace, to save herself. But...

He would also grasp, He would seek to obtain His Hellfire back, His essence, His all consuming power, that she, somehow, had managed to keep contained. If that happened, there was a chance He could drag her, clawing and screaming, into the Pits... into the fire, or .... He could become... He could... attain life, His own life, using her and her soul to feed upon, He would be....

Loreena shuddered at the thought.

But she had no more choices. He was too powerful for her to obtain her soul back from Him otherwise, she too weakened. An Angel's source of power, is their pure soul, she no longer had that power. She was weakening, she was dying, a death that would offer no afterlife, a death that would be all consuming. Loreena was terrified.

December 24th.... 11:35pm...

Death was scheduled at 11:55...

Death by electrocution....

The bitter cold did not deter the capital punishment protestors. Nor did it deter the religious zealots. They marched, they sang, they prayed.

If they only knew.... Loreena thought as she made her way thru them, along with the others. Others who would be witnesses to the execution.. family members, friends of the the victims.

He had requested only one person, Loreena. He knew she would have to be there. He knew she had to try, try and save herself, her soul. The Angel had to try for salvation, she had no choice. This would make it all the harder for Loreena, and she did her best to prepare. She sat in the gallery, surrounded by the witnesses, weeping family and friends, crying for the souls He had taken from them, begging the Heavens, and each other for answers why their loved ones had to suffer at His hand. Why their loved ones died. None spoke to her, they knew she had been requested by Him. They looked at the Angel with contempt, the same contempt He had surely had cast upon the girls He killed. They had no idea she was desperately trying to save herself, herself and just maybe those other souls that He had fed upon.

The room went dark....

It was 11:49.......

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Name: Loreena Price ... Angelic name ... Lore .... a name of hope, of salvation, that is taught by the angels to the mortals, thru song and prayer

Age: unknown.. but she looks to be 21....

Occupation: Her life in the mortal world consisted of teaching, both children and adults. She used this to mask her real mission upon the plane of mortal man, to provide hope, salvation, and freedom to those without, before, or upon, their death.

Physical Description: pale skin, with a mane of the darkest shadows.... wings, when seen, ethereal white highlighted with the golden light of her soul ..

The Angel Lore....

 

[BLACK BART]

"Gentlemen, shall we?"

Damian sat securely strapped into the chair. His long black hair now absent, leaving his skull gleaming and ready for the skull cap that was quickly strapped on...

Through out the entire ordeal he had sat quietly, his eyes focused forward and on a single pair of female, his senses telling him of the abject terror his executioners felt as they moved about him.

"But be careful...I wouldn't want any of you to join me in this...It isn't your party, is it now?"

The room cleared, the absence of the usual Priest conspicous, the truth behind him not being present only adding to the nervousness of the Warden and his men as they closed the door with a sigh of relief.

"Time, to ride the lightning."

Damian prompted, and then smiled, the crowd of ill wishing family members turning to look at the receiver of the smile, then jeer at her with all knowing looks.

12:00​

Time stood still. The lights overhead dimmed as the power surged through the triggered relays, focusing the 2000 volts through the heavy conduit and into Damian's body.

Ripping through his body to turn it rigid, surging through his veins and boiling the blood before reaching his brain to burn through it.

Damian's body died. The corpse tensing as the second and third jolt pulsed through it in precise five second intervals, then slumping as the "execution" drew to its finish.

The lights dimmed.... the "show" was over..... only the shadow of a body sitting inside the cage to remind the exiting "guests" why they had assembled.

Leaving only one behind to witness the unbelievable....as the talismen on the corpses chest began to glow...

"It is a pleasure to see you again, little one...Have you come to wish me a final farewell...Or Join me as my willing whore?"

Damian's body had died, and just as Loreena had feared, his twisted soul was now free...glowing as it hovered over the now useless body and faced the woman who had remained behind.

"Answer me Lor eee naaa"

The voice carried eerily over the empty antiroom as the glowing mist began to form itself and approached her.

"You have but minutes until I move to my new body...and finish the prophecy."

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Loreena did not move as Damian was brought in, strapped down... she sat stilled, eyes closed tightly. She had no need to look upon Him, and no desire to. But, as the lights dimmed, the switch thrown, that millisecond before the current ripped into the body that was strapped to that chair, an innocent body, an innocent soul that had been trapped, deceived, and violated by the presence of evil, in that millisecond, she heard a voice, deep in her mind, a voice she knew all too well, deep, dripping with venom, evil, death...

"Look at ME"

Loreena's eyes snapped open on that command, staring at and meeting His thru the glass that seperated them. He smiled..........

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"It is a pleasure to see you again, little one...Have you come to wish me a final farewell...Or Join me as my willing whore?"

Time had slowed down for her, as the others left, leering at her, some wanting to exact revenge on her, now that the Killer lay dead in the execution chamber. All were being ushered out , except her, because she was here on HIS request, she was allowed to stay, to grieve. That is what they thought. They thought that the beautiful woman, young, with a magnificent mane of black hair and eyes that seemed to hold the deepest sadness, dulled by what she surely had endured. How did one survive being in love with a Killer such as Damian, they mused.

None new the truth...

None knew that the dull hue to her eyes was not because she was in love and her love was dying, not because of what the man they thought she loved had done to others, the horrible, horrible deaths He had perpetrated...No... that dull hue to her eyes was because she herself was slowly dying, the light within her gone, and.. she was desperately trying to contain the Hellfire that even now tried to break out of the talisman about her throat.

"Have you come to wish me a final farewell...Or Join me as my willing whore?"

She stood up, slowly, deliberately. This was the moment, that one moment, just as death took the body, and released the Spawn, this was the only moment she would have to get, save, her soul, her light, her power. And send Him back to the diseased Pits of Hell from where He had come.

"Answer me Lor eee naaa...You have but minutes until I move to my new body...and finish the prophecy.""

The prophecy will be BROKEN... HELLSPAWN" she turned her gaze up to Him, her wings extending behind her, glowing with a golden fire, it was the last bit of strength she had, the last bit of angelic power she had kept deep within her.. The talisman about her throat was glowing, just as the one upon the now prone dead body of the Killer was glowing...

Loreena had to get to that body, had to get her hands around that talisman, before her strength waned ... She lunged at the glass, ignoring the Demonic apprarition before her, protecting the Talisman that was about her own throat. If He got ahold of that... His power would be almost, infinite... Turning at the last moment of her lunge, her right wing hit the glass, shattering it in an explosion of shards and slivers, but she cared not, she was already threw the glass and grabbing for the body, the body and the glowing Talisman...

But Loreena had underestimated one thing, that He... would have worshippers, followers... and one of them, aimed the high powered rifle at the attacking angel, and yes, he knew she was an angel, and shot.

Loreena felt the flash of pain, extreme pain, that threw her body backwards with the sheer force of the bullet. Her eyes widened, she staring upwards, seeing Him, over her, laughing, she screaming out to the heavens for help... but the heavens remained silent.

The clock ticked to 12:09. am

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The newscaster's voice was very matter of fact, no matter how outragious or unbelieveable the story...

"At the execution of Damian Hamilton overnight, an unknown attacker, was shot and killed as she tried to get to the body of the infamous serial Killer. She carried no ID, but it was confirmed by this reporter that she had been requested to the execution by the Killer Himself. Authorities are trying to identify her, but at this time they have come up blank. It is just another mysterious death that is tied to the Killer, who confessed to killing up to a dozen or more women in the past year, but refused to disclose the whereabouts of their bodies, even when on death row.... And now.... to the weather on this beautiful Christmas morn.... "

 

[BLACK BART]

"Little Angel gone and lost her wings?"

Damian knelt over the prone figure and taunted, his face inches from hers as the soft spoken words flowed from his lips, his eyes and faced filled with glee over the pain and confusion that spread over the womans face as she slowly woke.

"Mayyyyybe you want a new set so you can flyyyyyy away?"

Grinning he lifted his head away as Loreena tried to rise and failed, her frightened eyes looking about the room to each white featureless wall until she came to the matching steel door.

"Wh...where am I?"

Damian laughed and adjusted the stethescope around his neck, then slid his hands into the white, knee length coat as he replied in a practiced, professional tone.

"You are in the Amsterdam Psychiatric Institute, Lori...I'm in the middle of giving you a thorough examination and looking forward to finding you VERY healthy, in the physical sense that is, so I can pronounce you ready for this mornings treatment."

Winking lewdly he set the ear tips, lifting the heavy steel chest piece for her to see, then spoke in a mocking voice.

"All strictly professional, of course, though with a body like THAT..."

Grinning Damian slid Loreena’s hospital smock open, revealing a well endowed pair of breasts, then pressed the ice cold metal to one nipple.

"Not quite the lithe, lean body you might have grown accustom to...but quite fitting I think, since in your new life you're going to be my willing whore."

This time he laughed out loud, watching as Loreena's eyes looked downward to find her past trim body changed into a lush, full curved one...and her charms fully exposed to the man leaning over her.

"Very healthy Lori, you'll make a good subject for today’s session, I'm betting it'll take several hours before the shock therapy breaks you...

Gentleman will you please take the patient to Surgery Room 666 for me."

Grinning like the Cheshire Cat Damian followed the burly men as they lifted the protesting woman from the cot and half dragged her down the hallway.

"Crazy as a loon, ain't she?"

The attendant on Loreena's right grinned and commented as she tried to tell him she didn't belong in the psychiatric ward and that she was truly...an angel.

"Yeah but she sure.... is..... BUILT"

The leering man on her left returned as they strapped her securely into the raised medical chair.

"Thank you both Gentlemen, for a job well done...Now if you please leave me to my work?"

Chuckling Damian closed and locked the door as the two attendant's took one last, leering look at the helpless woman and then left...and he turned to face her as well.

"I've been looking forward to this for a long, long time...Loreena Price..to the day I have you...and both of THESE...in my possession"

Pulling the top coat off he opened his own expensive shirt, to reveal not only his talisman...but hers....the pair of them welded together as if from an intense searing heat, the faces twisted and distorted to appear as if they were screaming in mute, never ending pain...the blood red sapphire eyes staring intently at her.

"You've given me greater power than I've ever hoped for Loreena, and once I've trained you to be my portal...That power will let me bring Hell...unto the Earth."

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Mysts....

Fog....

Darkness....

Shadows......

Heaven.....

Hell......................................................

HELL .........................................................................

HELL ....................................................................................


Lore desperately fought to open her eyes, to cast away the darkness the surrounded her, that threatened to smother her, drown her. Clawed hands tore at her, razored fangs snarling at her, the heat of hell consuming her... and she.... was all alone... abandoned by the Heavens that had sent her down to this world, abandoned by the Holy that had sought to use her to bring down the Beast......

She had strayed once, the night when the talismen were created, by the forces that wished to Beast, the Evil, Damian, to come forth and take form. She had strayed that night, when He had still been weak, and she powerful, yet, she had strayed from the divine prophecy and had not been able to kill ... the child... Yes... a child, that harbored the soul, the essence of pure evil.

She was to kill the child, take the hellfire within His soul, bring it to the Angels, the Heavens, to allow them passage into the depths, with enough power to defeat the Demons and Evil within.

The talisman, one for her, to carry, safely, her angelic light, to afford her the strength to do what she must, the other, to hold His unimaginable, yet still weak, evil, hellfire, darkness.

She had failed.... and in her attempt to right the wrong, to change her failure into a victory, to salvage the world, the heavens, she had failed again...


"Little Angel gone and lost her wings?"

The voice dipped into her darkness, and slithered around her as she struggled to get away, struggled in vain. Slowly, that voice drew her into the shadows, and the vicious serpent she knew dwelled within...

"Mayyyyybe you want a new set so you can flyyyyyy away?"

She opened her eyes, slowly, focusing as she adjusted to the harsh light that bathed her prone, helpless form. She could lift her head, slightly, and that was the extent of her movement. In a near panic, she cast her eyes about the room, finding nothing more than the whitewash of blank walls, and the sheen of a steel door.. and ...
Him....

"Wh... Where am I?" she dared to question, her voice unfamiliar to her, a bit deeper than it once was, passing by lips that were just a little fuller...

"You are in the Amsterdam Psychiatric Institute, Lori

That was all she needed to hear, as her mind caught up with what was happening. She felt the restaints, tight about her wrists and ankles, heavy leather around her mid-section. And He called her....

Lori.....

Lori??

No... her name was Loreena.....

No.... her name... was Lore.....

He was still speaking, and her confused and racing mind was filing everything He was saying for future consideration.. all she knew now what that... she was alive.... no wait... That was not right. This was not the body she remembered, this was not her host.. her host...

Dead.... It all came crashing back into her now... at least up til the moment she was shot.... Dead...

This... Lori... was a new host, that was why it all felt so... unfamiliar... so foreign...

"you'll make a good subject for today’s session, I'm betting it'll take several hours before the shock therapy breaks you...

Gentleman will you please take the patient to Surgery Room 666 for me."

Lore screamed, a terrified, desperate sound that came from the very depths of her soul.. but that mattered not neither to Damian, the DOCTOR, nor the two brutes who easily loosened the restaits, and lifted the writhing, screaming girl from the table.

"No.. no please... You don't understand.. He is... HE IS... " she knew who He was, she knew she was in deep trouble, whatever had happened during His execution.... she tried to remember, tried to reconcile where she errored, how she ended here, but all she could see was Loreena.. her... dead...

"He is... NOOOOOOO PLEASE... I'M AN ANGEL... DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND" she screamed, cried, begged, but it was as if the two brutes were completely deaf to her pleas...

"Crazy as a loon, ain't she?"

"Yeah but she sure.... is..... BUILT"

Dragged into another room, she is restrained once more... She tries to see where she is, what this room is, and comes face to face with a full length mirror on the wall to her left. Staring, she sees a face unfamiliar to her, not the lithe, supple Loreena she once was, she is now a more... erotic, sensual creature, fuller in hip and breast, with long black hair that is now streaked with ivory white, as if, at one point in her young life, she had been sooo frightened that her hair had turned white. It was said the poor girl, as she was growing up, suffered from night terrors, nightmares so vivid and so real, that she often thought they were indeed real. Nightmares of the Beast, of a great Evil coming for her.

Lori, Lori Silverton, had tried to end those night terrors, by trying to committ suicide, often. This last attempt had left her in a deep coma for many months.. her family thought she would never recover and gave up hope. When she did awaken, she thought herself, an Angel, of all things... it was said that her mind had snapped, and she was sent to the Amsterdam Psychiatric Institute.... where she met the real Beast, the real Evil, that had been haunting her nights...

Lori Silverton / Lore

"I've been looking forward to this for a long, long time...Loreena Price..to the day I have you...and both of THESE...in my possession"

"You've given me greater power than I've ever hoped for Loreena, and once I've trained you to be my portal...That power will let me bring Hell...unto the Earth."

Lore's eyes widened at the sight of both Talisman, fused together, Angelic and Demonic, and she screamed, and screamed, and screamed....

and screamed...

again... and again

and again...

she screamed...


.....as her body arched, twitched, as yet another wave of searing pain tore thru her. Eyes tearing, salty wetness flowing down her cheeks, her skin bathed in sweat, which glistened in the harsh light that shone down on her writhing body. The pain faded, for the moment, and she lay there, gasping... panting... shuddering almost uncontrollably. How long would He keep doing this, how much could she take???

"Pleaseeeee... BEAST..." she cried, but stopped herself before begging for mercy. She would not, she could not. She had to endure.

 

[BLACK BART]

Damian laughed as his newest "patient" screamed a final time before sagging unconcious, his eyes roaming over the womans ripe body as his groin twitched in anticipation of the pleasures her full curves could bring.

"Take her back to her cell, and leave her ALONE, at least until I say so, is that perfectly clear?"

The words were spoken softly, and yet both men showed they understood the significance of them, the fear of the unspoken threat showing clearly in thier eyes and on thier faces as they gathered the woman's limp body and carried her to her room.

And so it went. Each morning of a new day Damian and the guards would appear. She would be moved to the same room, then subjected to the very same treatment, and as she screamed in pain and her body sagged in the blessing of unciousness she was returned, to awake to the knowledge of where she was and what was going to happen again.

On the anniversary of the first week Damian gave her a present. As the treatment ended he varied the routine, turning to the men who had since lost interest in her screams, regaining thier attention with his words.

"Take her to the showers, she stinks...And after you've chained her securely..wash her thoroughly...Taking good care to cleanse her INSIDE and out, understood? Then return her to her room after you're done with her."

Grinning the men nodded, eagerly lifting her body to begin moving it from the room, thier hands groping her through the thin gown in lustfull anticipation.

"She possesses a unique quality, gentleman"

Damian stopped them with his words at the door

"Despite the fullness of her body she is a virgin, so be careful you introduce her properly to ALL the ways a man takes his pleasure from a womans body..."

Damian laughed again as the men almost ran from the room with Loreena in thier arms, his amusement coming NOT from the eager lust on the mens faces...But the terror in Loreena's eyes and face...as she new clearly what was in store for her.