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Nightmare	By : GatesVengeance Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 2390 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own anything Avenged Sevenfold, nor am i affiliated with them in any way. This story is a work of fiction. I make no profit whatsoever from this story.

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Chapter 8:

Zack sat staring at Synyster sitting right next to him for minutes, feeling too frightened to move or speak. He could see the wicked smirk and glint in his eyes get wider and brighter as he sat like a statue, eyes locked onto the other’s black eyes. There were a million things running through his head. But he was much too terrified to ask him.

“What’s wrong, Zachary?” Synyster asked, watching Zack very intently. “Too afraid to talk to me now?”

Zack shrugged, his eyes staying locked on the other man’s.

“Would you prefer to talk to Brian?” Synyster grinned, shut his eyes for an instant and when he opened them, Brian’s brown eyes were looking at him.

“Seriously, how fuckin’ dumb must I be?” Zack sighed. “You look identical to each other but for your eyes. Ugh.”

Synyster smirked. “Not that dumb, really.”

“What are you talking about?” Zack snapped.

“I had Shadows cast a disillusionment trance over you so you would think I looked familiar but it wouldn’t quite sink in who I was.” Synyster answered calmly. “Then it was just too easy from then on.”

“So why haven’t you taken me yet?” Zack snapped. “Aren’t you supposed to be able to do whatever the fuck you want to me and I have no say whatsoever?”

Synyster laughed. “There is a difference between what happens in real life and what happens in movies. Most demons are able to but I am different.”

“How?” Zack asked, suddenly curious.

“I am the first demon to ever be created.” Synyster answered. “My whore of a mother, Lilith, spawned with my father an army large enough to take on Heaven. By having an angel for a father who turned away from his own father due to lack of faith and having a human as a mother who didn’t want to be under God’s rule any longer, it created beings so wicked and so set on destroying anything under the Christian name. I was born to annihilate anything that has his name on it and follow my father’s rules to my own demise.” He sighed. “But unfortunately, as I am half-angel, it means I have to ask for a being and get accepted, not just steal like my children can.”

Zack stared at the other man, who had his head drooped slightly, watching the floor intently. He could not believe those words had actually come out of someone’s mouth. He wanted to pinch himself; this could not be real. “But I don’t understand why I am a part of all of this? I’m nothing.” He said quietly.

“You are special in some kind.” Synyster looked up, shrugging slightly. “My father says that your name has been etched in stone centuries before you were born. You are something special and you destined to be part of his army.”

“But what if I don’t want to be part of his army?” Zack exclaimed. “Why do my feelings get no say?!”

“A prophet told my father over two thousand years ago that there would be a Zachary Baker born on the 11th of December, 1981 and that he would be returned to his rightful father by Synyster Gates. He would become one of the strongest demon’s in existence and would be a valuable asset to have.” Synyster answered, watching the look on Zack’s face go from annoyed to shocked. “You are important to my father and whatever my father wants, he gets. His word is absolute.”

“B-b-but…I don’t want to be handed to the Devil.” Zack began to sob. “I don’t want to be special. I want to be normal.”

“I can’t let you.” Synyster said sternly, his eyes suddenly changing to black. “You will be property of my father!”

“What if I say no?” Zack asked, grinning slightly.

“I have to wait until you say yes, but I have persuasive methods.” Synyster smirked, the wicked glint in his eyes meant he was going to hurt Zack. “Do I have an answer?”

“No. I will not be his.” Zack said defiantly, but Synyster was already two steps ahead of him. Synyster had grabbed Zack but the scruff of his shirt and dragged him into his bedroom. He threw him onto the bed and with a wave of his hand; long, metal chains appeared from nowhere and wrapped themselves tightly around his wrists and ankles, tying him to the bed.

Zack’s eyes widened in fear as he watched Synyster reach down from above him and rip his shirt off in one swift movement. He gulped audibly when he looked to his right and saw a small surgical table sitting there, with a line of pointed blades ready and waiting for him.

Synyster reached for the small scalpel, like Zack had seen so many times in his dreams before, and did a short, deep cut on his left pectoral. Zack let out a guttural scream. The pain was a hundred times worse then it ever was in his dreams. Synyster grinned and did another long slice across his right pectoral, earning an even louder scream.

“I told you I could be persuasive.” Synyster smirked as he did another long cut down Zack’s torso, blood spurting and spilling all over him and the bed.

“Fuck you!” Zack screamed, spitting blood right into Synyster’s face, which only seemed to enrage the other man further.

“Maybe this will change your mind.” Synyster grinned as he discarded the scalpel and picked up the large butcher’s knife. He stabbed in hard onto the left side of Zack’s chest, twisting it slightly, grinning wider when he heard Zack’s struggling breathing and his whimper, unable to scream he was in so much pain. “How does it fuckin’ feel? Do you like it yet?”

“Kill me if I mean nothing!” Zack said in a barely audible whisper, blood still running down his mouth.

“No.” Synyster said wickedly, pulling the knife out quickly, causing Zack even more pain then if it was still in there. He stabbed it in again, this time more shallow and on his stomach. Zack screamed so loudly that Synyster winced. “It all stops when you say yes.” Synyster said seductively.

Zack looked up at him in disbelief. Maybe giving in to the Devil was better then dying after all?

“I’ll give you until 3 to say yes or this blade goes through your heart.” Synyster grinned. “One…” Zack’s eyes frightened in fear. “Two…” He had one second left. “Thr-”

“YES!” Zack screamed, looking up to see Synyster looking down at him in disbelief. “YES!” He screamed again.

Synyster grinned. “It’s time for us to leave this place and never return.”

Zack nodded, although still struggling to breathe and sat up slowly, eyes locked onto Synyster’s. Synyster waved the chains away and helped Zack up. He slung him over his shoulder and he headed over towards the wall, knocked six times and slowly a door appeared out of nowhere.

The pair walked through the door and down the never ending staircase that followed it. As the pair made their way further and further down the stairs, the hotter and the louder the screams of other’s being tortured became. Zack could feel himself slipping in and out of consciousness, but he was trying to remain focused on what was going on around him. He was trying to ignore the claw marks and the splatters of blood across the walls but he found he couldn’t resist looking.

Synyster finally stopped and threw him down onto the hard, tiled floor. Zack looked up and around to see thousands of spectators watching him from the higher balconies, peering over them to get a look at the freshest meat. He could see the demented looks in all of their eyes and became suddenly frightened. What had he just said yes to?

“Everyone on their knees! Our father approaches!” Synyster yelled and the room became deathly quiet as everyone got on their knees, the only noise that could be heard was a pair of slightly heeled shoes connecting with the floor. Zack held his breath.

The large entrance door to the room swung open and Zack stopped breathing altogether. The man who walked out was by far the most frightening man he had ever seen. He was tall and thin; his dark black clothes stuck to his bones and revealed just how thin he was. He had short, messy black hair that stuck up at odd angles. He was wearing thick black eyeliner that surrounded his red eyes. Zack could not stop staring at this man.

“My children!” The man announced to them all. “I am delighted to announce that my first born son Synyster has finally brought to me the one I seek; Zachary Baker.” There was a large sound of clapping but it stopped as quickly as it had started. “Where is the disgusting ape?” He snapped.

Synyster stood up quickly. “Here he is, father.” He grinned proudly, yanking Zack to his feet.

The man laughed. “This is the man who is destined to be the strongest demon in existence? You have got to be fucking kidding me.” He snarled, his anger suddenly directed at his son. “He is nothing but pathetic. There must be some mistake.”

“There is no mistake, father.” Synyster protested. “I have been searching for him since he was born. This is definitely him.”

The man ran his gloved index finger across Zack’s cheek “Hmm.” He mumbled, before he retracted his hand and struck Zack hard across the face. Zack winced slightly. “Pathetic.” The man snarled, spitting onto Zack’s face.

“Please, father, have faith in the prophet. He would not have told you lies.” Synyster tried to reason.

“True.” The man answered. “Do what must be done to him, Synyster. I expect him to be ready by tomorrow.” Synyster nodded and then sat back down, forcing Zack to sit back down with him.

“Excuse me, father?” A voice that sounded familiar asked the man.

The man turned around and rounded on the person who asked him the question. Zack stopped breathing again when he saw it was Matt. “There is one person who can call me father on this entire planet, and you are not him Shadows.” He snarled.

“I apologize, Lucifer.” Shadows responded. “I just wondered where mine and Christ’s praise was for helping in the capture of Zachary Baker.”

“Praise?!” Lucifer snarled. “You want PRAISE for wasting nearly two years on trying to catch him and then forcing your own creator to do it himself? You have got to be kidding me.”

“Without us, he wouldn’t have been captured.” Shadows reasoned.

Lucifer reached down and with impossible strength, yanked Shadows’ muscular form from the ground and held him an arms length above him, his hand wrapped around the other’s throat. “You will be given praise when you are worthy.” He snarled. “Don’t be such a fucking sycophant. If you do this again, it will your last, do you understand?” He snarled again and Shadows nodded, looking rather frightened.

Lucifer grinned and threw him down on the floor, his head connecting with the tile made a sickening crunch. He then turned on his heel and stormed out of the large room and slammed the large entrance door behind him, the echoing boom hanging around for a few moments afterwards.

Synyster yanked Zack to his feet again. “Now, we have to make things official.” He whispered as he navigated his way through the crowd and towards a door that stood only twenty feet from the large wooden doors.

“What are you talking about?” Zack asked, trying to turn his head to look at the other man, but Synyster’s hand roughly turned his head back around.

“Shut up and keep walking.” He growled and forced Zack through the door and into a secluded room where a large bed with gold and purple sheets sat waiting to be used.

Synyster shut and locked the door behind him and forced Zack roughly onto the huge bed. “There are three steps we need to perform before you become a demon.” Synyster started. “Step 1: I brand you. Step 2: You drink my blood. Step 3: I come inside you.”

Zack looked awestruck. “You come inside me?” He exclaimed. “Please tell me you are fucking kidding me.”

“It is essential.” Synyster grinned. “Now, undress.”

Zack did as he was told and was soon standing completely naked in front of Synyster. Synyster grinned. “Turn around.” Zack turned around and tried to remain calm. He heard what sounded like a sizzling sound and screamed in absolute pain when a red hot cattle brander connected with his lower back.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” Zack screamed, eagerly trying to escape the brander but found he could not move.

“Putting the death bat on you.” Synyster answered before discarding the red hot brander. “It is a symbol of your allegiance to Lucifer.”

Zack turned around and looked at Synyster, mouth open, ready to verbally abuse him, but stopped when he saw Synyster cutting at his wrist, the blood flowing freely down his wrist. Synyster held his wrist up to Zack’s mouth and said one word, “drink.”

Zack sucked on Synyster’s bleeding wrist for as long as Synyster would allow him to. “That’s enough. You should start to be feeling the effects wear on you now.” Synyster told him.

He was right, Zack began to feel like there was a monster rising up inside of him, ready to strike. He turned to look at Synyster who grinned in delight. “I can see we’re nearly there. Are you ready for step 3?”

Zack nodded eagerly. “Bend over on the bed.” Synyster instructed, the obedient Zack doing just as he was told, the force inside of him wanting this more then anything else before.

Synyster undressed quickly while Zack remained on all fours. Synyster climbed up on the bed behind him and got himself into position. He stroked his dick until it was fully tumescent. He could see Zack’s body visibly twitching with lust, which only aided to make his own erection grow impossibly harder.

He grabbed a hold of his erection and aligned it with Zack’s asshole before he slowly started to push in. He ignored the whimpers of pain coming from the other man as he forced himself inside the other’s ass in one swift movement. Zack let out a loud cry of pain as he felt every inch of Synyster’s penis inside of him.

The pain was excruciating. It felt like Synyster was trying to tear him another asshole and he hadn’t even moved yet.

Synyster, not bothering about the other man’s feelings, began to pull out of Zack’s tight ass. He slammed back in a second later, forcing Zack to land with his head on the bed, trying at least to stifle his screams. Synyster continued thrusting in and out of the other man, who only seemed to whimper louder and louder.

“Can you at least use lube?” Zack complained, turning around to look at Synyster, tears rolling down his cheeks as he spoke. “It fucking hurts.”

“You’re supposed to hate me for doing this.” Synyster grunted as he continued to pound in and out of Zack. “If I used lubricant of any sort, then you would not reach your full potential.”

“What are you fuckin’ talking about?” Zack sobbed, trying to withstand the power of the other man’s thrusts.

“Isn’t this humiliating?” Synyster mocked, sitting back slightly and thrusting particularly hard into Zack, causing an unlikely grunt to come from the other man. “Don’t you want to fuckin’ hurt me yet?” He screamed.

Zack glared at Synyster who did nothing but smirk back at him. The more Zack hated it, the more it turned Synyster on.

Synyster began to strike up a rhythm with his thrusting, hard in and fast out. Zack kept his eyes locked tightly onto Synyster’s as his ass continued to receive the worst pounding he would ever receive. Zack was not enjoying this at all and made sure that Synyster knew it.

Synyster began to feel the tingly feeling in his stomach, which indicated that he was soon approaching climax. He gripped his hands tightly around Zack’s rounded hips and continued pounding harder and harder without abandon. His only goal was to orgasm.

“You are so fuckin’ tight.” Synyster groaned, digging his fingernails into the other’s hips. Synyster closed his eyes momentarily as he continued his relentless assault, grinning as he could feel his orgasm building and building. “You feel so fuckin’ good.” He groaned, opening his eyes to see Zack watching him and bucking slightly against his hips.

Synyster groaned again as his body stiffened and he felt himself come inside of Zack. He closed his eyes as he let the rush wash over him for a few moments before finally pulling out and wiping the blood and semen from his penis with a cloth.

He turned around and lifted Zack off the bed and threw him onto the hard floor. Zack grunted and turned to look at Synyster as if to argue with what had just transpired only to shut his mouth immediately while he watched Synyster place a hand over his and start chanting in a language he had never heard before.

That was when he began to feel weird. He could feel the same monster clawing its way through his body and trying to take over his mind. He could feel it slithering through his veins before it finally took over his brain. The monster inside of him controlled him to rip off his skin. He dug his nails hard into his flesh and pulled it off in huge chunks, revealing arms that were heavily covered in tattoos.

He tossed around the floor, ripping off the old Zachary and revealing a completely new body underneath. Synyster opened his eyes and grinned as he watched Zack complete the transformation. As Zack sat up, however and opened his eyes for the first time as a demon, Synyster became a little worried. Instead of black eyes, there were blood red eyes looking back at him.

“What is your name?” Synyster snarled at the other man on the floor.

“Vengeance.” He growled in an unholy voice.

Synyster grinned. “I was wondering when you would return.”

Vengeance cocked his head in a demented sort of way and stared at Synyster. “You have no fuckin’ idea what I’m about to do.”

Synyster grinned, the real nightmare had just begun.

END.

A/N: well, its finished :) a big thank you to everyone who has read and reviewed. :) i was thinking of writing a sequel if there is demand for it. thanks again for reading. much love, GatesVengeance.
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