Beginning Of Multiverse Saga-Chapter 522: Thousand Punishment Of Hell

Eternal lightning planes where strikes fell without end, each bolt a searing brand of agony. The list went on and on, a seemingly endless parade of horrors designed for one purpose, to break Deimos completely.

Even Keres tremble seeing all of these.

Deimos was horrified seeing these, "W-What... what ARE those?!"

Sharky stepped forward. Every step made Deimos retreat.

He said in a slow and calm tone. "These are punishments... for those who dare to touch my son."

He pointed at Deimos. "And now... you will taste all thousand of them."

Sharky flickered his finger. Deimos’s screams echoed through the chamber as he was violently yanked through the portal by an unseen force. His body convulsed in mid-air, limbs flailing wildly as he was dragged towards the metal horse.

"No! Please!" Deimos cried out, his voice cracking with terror. "I’m sorry! I didn’t know!"

But his pleas fell on deaf ears. The invisible force tightened its grip, pulling him inexorably closer to the waiting punishment.

With a final, brutal tug, Deimos was slammed onto the cold metal saddle of the horse. The restraints snapped into place around his wrists and ankles, locking him firmly in position. He struggled against them, but they held fast, unyielding and merciless.

The horse began to move, its mechanical legs clanking loudly in the confined space. Deimos’s heart raced as he felt the spike behind him rise slowly into position. He craned his neck, trying to see what awaited him, but the angle was too steep.

Suddenly, without warning, the spike plunged forward with a sickening schk.

Pain exploded through Deimos’s body as the iron spike tore into his ass. He screamed, a sound of pure agony that reverberated off the chamber walls. Blood sprayed forth, splattering onto the floor and staining the metal red.

The horse lurched forward again, dragging the spike deeper into Deimos’s ravaged ass. He felt it rip through muscle and sinew, grinding against bone as it plunged relentlessly onwards.

Deimos’s vision blurred, his mind reeling from the overwhelming pain. Tears streamed down his face as he begged for mercy, promising anything if only the torment would stop.

But there was no mercy to be found. The horse continued its brutal work, splitting Deimos open from anus to throat. His intestines spilled out onto the saddle, a glistening mess of pink and grey tubing.

Just when Deimos thought he couldn’t bear anymore, the horse jerked backwards.

The spike ripped free from Deimos’s body with a wet, sucking sound. Blood and chunks of flesh clung to its surface, dripping onto the floor in a grisly puddle. Deimos gasped for air, his chest heaving as he fought to stay conscious.

But the respite was short-lived. The horse lurched forward once more, the spike already coated in his own blood and viscera driving back into his ruined hole. This time, it plunged even deeper, tearing through what little remained of his abdominal cavity.

Deimos’s screams reached a fever pitch, his throat raw from the constant shrieking. His mind shattered under the onslaught of agony, fragments of sanity slipping away with each brutal thrust of the spike.

The punishment continued without mercy, each thrust ripping Deimos apart and then knitting him back together only to tear him asunder again.

DEIMOS screamed, "AAAHHHH—STOP!!!

STOP! STOP! PLEASE—!!" 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

His screams echoed through the chamber, a symphony of agony that seemed to pierce the very soul. His flesh sizzled and steamed under the relentless assault, skin bubbling and blistering as the metal spike tore through him again and again.

Only to be fucked again by the metal spike.

Sharky watched without emotion.

Artemis, Demeter, and Persephone stood frozen behind Sharky, their eyes wide with horror as they watched the man they had grown to care for giving punishment to his enemy at unimaginable torment.

Sharky remained unmoved, his expression cold and unreadable. "You touched my son," he repeated, his voice devoid of emotion. "This is the price you pay."

"This is mercy. The next 999 won’t be."

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The room shifted. The acid chamber closed behind Deimos... And the fifth portal opened beneath his feet.

Deimos found himself falling through a portal. He hit a metal platform hard, the impact knocking the wind from his lungs. Before he could even catch his breath, enchanted chains snapped around his wrists and ankles, locking him in place.

Two massive war horses loomed on either side of him, their thick muscles rippling beneath skin that glistened with sweat.

Their eyes burned like molten iron, fixed unblinkingly on Deimos. The chains rattled ominously as the horses stamped their hooves, eager to begin their grim work.

A large, rusted wheel creaked into motion at the far end of the platform. CLANK-CLANK-CLANK- it went, each turn tightening the chains that held Deimos in place. His arms and legs stretched painfully, tendons popping and ligaments straining under the pressure.

Suddenly, with a jerk that threatened to dislocate his shoulders, Deimos was lifted off the platform. His body arched backward, spine bending at an impossible angle as the horses walked forward in unison.

A thick, jagged metal spike coated in rust and dried blood rose slowly from the floor beneath Deimos. His eyes widened in terror as he realized what was about to happen.

SCHHHRRRK—

The spike penetrated his anus with a sickening crunch, tearing upward through his flesh and organs. Deimos’s scream echoed off the chamber walls, a sound of pure, unadulterated agony. The spike ripped through muscle and bone, shredding intestines and puncturing organs until it burst out near his abdomen.

Blood poured from the grotesque wound, pooling beneath him on the platform. Deimos’s body convulsed uncontrollably, his muscles spasming as they struggled to cope with the unimaginable pain.

But even as he hung there, impaled and bleeding, the wheel began to reverse.

CLANK-CLANK-CLANK- it went, slowly lowering Deimos back down. The horses stepped backward in perfect synchronization, their massive hooves clanging against the metal floor.

The spike slowly withdrew from Deimos’s ravaged body, a torrent of blood and viscera flowing out in its wake. For a brief, agonizing moment, he hung limp and lifeless, his consciousness teetering on the brink of oblivion.

But then, with a shudder that racked his entire frame, Deimos’s body began to heal. Muscle and skin knitted back together before their eyes, the wound closing as if it had never existed. Color returned to his cheeks, and his chest rose and fell with shallow breaths.

Only for the process to begin again. The horses walked forward once more, lifting Deimos off the platform. The wheel turned, tightening the chains until his limbs threatened to snap. And once more, the spike rose from below...

SCHHHRRRK—

Deimos’s screams filled the chamber as the cycle of torment repeated endlessly. His body healed only to be torn apart again, over and over and over.

And so it went, an endless dance of agony and regeneration. Deimos’s mind began to fray under the relentless assault, his screams degrading into mindless, animalistic wails. His once-handsome face contorted into a mask of pure torment, tears streaming down his cheeks as he pleaded for death, for anything to make the pain stop.

But death would not come. Each time the spike tore him apart, each time his body healed only to be ravaged anew, Deimos remained alive. His consciousness retreated deeper and deeper into itself, seeking refuge from the unending horrors that plagued his physical form.

Artemis, Demeter, and Persephone could only watch as the man they loved was slowly giving punishment to the person who dared to touch his son.

Sharky stood impassively beside them, his gaze fixed unflinchingly on Deimos’s suffering.

"The punishment continues," he said coldly, "until he learns his lesson. Until he understands the consequences of touching what is mine."

And so it did continue.

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Keres watched one full cycle.

And she collapsed, trembling.

Her body shook violently as she knelt before Sharky, her bladder releasing in a warm gush down her legs. The goddess of destruction, once proud and feared, now reduced to a trembling, terrified mess. Her voice came out in barely a whisper, broken and desperate.

"P-please... please don’t... don’t put me in there... You can kill me, torture me, use me, enslave me, but not that... not like D-Deimos..." She pressed her forehead to the ground, unable to meet Sharky’s gaze.

Artemis stared at Keres in stunned disbelief. The huntress’s pride had always been legendary, yet now she watched as the goddess groveled at Sharky’s feet. Demeter and Persephone stood beside her, equally shaken by the display. Even the queen of the Underworld had never witnessed such utter submission.

Meanwhile, Deimos’s agonized screams echoed through the chamber as his body was thrown onto a bed of barbed thorns that grew into his flesh. The sound of tearing skin and snapping bones filled the air as he writhed in torment.

His back arched in agony, tendons standing out like ropes as he tried desperately to pull away from the cruel growth. But it was no use - the thorns only grew thicker, sharper, reaching for him like hungry fingers.

With a final, gurgling cry, Deimos collapsed onto the twisted bed of pain. His body convulsed violently as his regeneration struggled to keep up with the relentless tearing and shredding of his flesh.

But Sharky does not even look at him, he only stares at Keres, cold and unblinking. The goddess trembled harder at his attention, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps.

Sharky looked at Keres, his gaze piercing and unyielding. "I will spare you," he said, his voice a low, commanding rumble. "But you will become my slave."

Without hesitation, Keres nodded fervently. "Y-yes... yes, Master," she breathed, her voice trembling with fear and a strange undercurrent of excitement. "I am yours... completely... Your slave... your servant... your tool. I will make you happy... my Master..."

Slowly, reverently, Keres began to remove her clothes. Her hands shook as she tore at the fabric, discarding it carelessly to the side.

Her beautiful skin flushed with heat as she exposed herself to him, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each shallow breath. Once naked, Keres pressed her forehead against Sharky’s thigh, a gesture of utter submission and devotion.

"I belong to you," she whispered fervently, her voice filled with a twisted mix of fear and arousal. "My body... my mind... my soul... it’s all yours to command, Master."

Sharky regarded her silently for a long moment, his piercing gaze raking over her trembling form. Then, without a word, he reached down and gripped her chin firmly, forcing her to look up at him.

"You will learn your place," he said coldly. "And if you displease me..." He trailed off, his other hand gesturing towards the still-screaming Deimos.

Keres shuddered at the implied threat, nodding eagerly. "I understand, Master. I’ll be obedient... I swear it."