Questions and Devils Chap.1

“Why can’t I go outside?” the feeble child asked his kidnapper, unaware of his true dilemma.
“It’s not safe out there. The brutes out there are simply terrible my dear child. It’s not at all what suits you. You know you could do other things rather than stare out that window. You could do some reading, perhaps even some research, learn about this pitiful planet…” his captor mumbled the last part of his sentence, bitterness stinging his English accent. He held back a snarl.
“Well, I don’t mind…I’d ignore em’, they wouldn’t do me any harm, and even if they did, you’d protect me from em’, right?” the child grinned, looking up at his bewildered captor.
The creature put on a disgusted expression, shortly before rolling his eyes and showing what little care he had in store for the innocent youth, “Yes, yes, of course I’d protect you, you haven’t a clue what you mean to me, or this planet,” at that moment, he melted into magma and evaporated into the wooden floor tiles, he reappeared next to his captive, he leaned in and whispered, on a voice that could only be described as two people of different genders talking at once, “the world doesn’t even know what you mean, you see, you’re a very important factor in my little…plan.”
The child’s eyes widened and he scooted back about several foot falls from his kidnapper.
“You see, you hold the key to whether or not this planet lives or dies, you will be the one to sing my torturous lullaby, of parish and peril, of sorrow and pain, you are the key to the world’s destruction, of course, that’s only if I tell you to, you work on my behave. Anything I say goes…or else.” He snarled.
The child was hyperventilating, tears of anguish beginning to stain his face and they slid down his flushed cheeks.
The captor stepped down, still grinning. His voice returned to its normal state as he loomed over the cowering youth, “Now, now my young proxy, you don’t have to worry your little self about a thing, you just need some rest is all. You needn’t wrap your young weary head around this complicated subject until later on in the noon.”
“But Zalgo, I –”
The creature snapped back, his leer turning into a scowl, his form suddenly shifted, his shadow condensed, growing larger and larger around them both, pulling them into a thick, dark aura. The monster’s frosty blue pupils dilated, becoming mere dots as his eyes narrowed. It was a sight of utmost terror. His cape flew behind him and his form became bigger, his sharp, pointy teeth grew in length, and his jaws clenched together in anger.
All the while his spectator shrunk, cowering even more than before. He wondered what he had done to trigger such a violent reaction from his captor.
“DON’T call me that…I am an elder, and your superior, you shall NOT address me by my first name, not now, not ever. There are few people who call me that, and you are not one of them. I should literally cut your tongue off for that, but I’ll save that for later…I have much bigger thing’s in store for you, but for now, go to sleep.”
The child sat motionless for longest of whiles, paralyzed by fear, and what was to come.
Zalgo lost his patience fairly quickly. He lashed out, vigorously clawing the youths face, scarring him. The child screamed in sheer agony, he cradled his face, fearing that he had gone blind.
“Go to sleep you ignorant little tick! NOW!” he hissed, grabbing him by the hood of his jacket, and thrashing him around, bashing him into virtually anything solid around them. He heard the sickening crack of bones echo throughout the confinement of the small cabin, but he continued, throwing him onto the floor, savoring the crunch that came from his ribcage before he finally put him down.
By now the child was sobbing hysterically, unable to control himself, he bawled, and curled up into a small bundle as he lay helplessly on the ground.
“Please…don’t…don’t hurt me!” he choked out, “I-I promise…I-I’ll be better! I…I won’t...,” his pleading was interrupted by vile as it rose up in his dry throat. His blood came out as a black, thick, chunky substance. His eyes widened, and his weak, sore frame shook.
“O-Oh god! W-What just happened? Please, Zalgo, help me! Y-You said you’d always protect me! I-I-I –”
“Silence.” Zalgo silenced him monotonously.
With a trail of fresh tears still pouring down his bloody and bruised face, the boy looked up, now utterly silent. “…W-What?”
“Silence.” Zalgo repeated, showing almost no concern for the abuse he had shown the child previously.
“…” the child didn’t speak, momentarily forgetting about his grave injuries.
“Stop crying and the pain will go away.” Zalgo stated this plainly, gradually returning to his calmer form.
“I…I don’t understand…”
“You’ll see. With silence, comes a reward. Any wounds you may have retained in the process of your punishment will fade away with time. Just allow that to happen. Just don’t speak, and go to sleep. You’ll understand when you awaken on the morrow.”
“B-But…I…” without an argument, he was left scared, alone, wounded, and frightened. Yet he obeyed Zalgo’s wishes. He slowly rose up and limped to the couch he had been standing on before. Laying his battered head on the pillow was a relief, and he had realized how tired he had really been…