Synyster Gates was going to rule Hell one day. He could smell the power from a mile off.

He was destined for greatness, like most kings were. He’d overthrow Shadows, seeing as Hurricane had turned the man into a pile of soft slush, the hardness and tough exterior melted away because he fell in love. What a pussy.
“LET ME GO! Let go of me you fucker!”

He loved the sound of Hurricane’s screams, especially when they were resounding around the room like the most beautiful echo he’d ever heard. Part of getting Shadows out of the way was keeping his queen for himself, and that meant getting Hurricane to submit to his every desire in the only way he knew how.

Black magic. Dark, distorted visions of illusions that killed your soul.

Pushed into his throne room, his favourite room in his new mansion, Hurricane struggled and fought against Jimmy’s vice like grip and he smirked when he saw the familiar glint of handcuffs against her wrists. Shadows had been soft with her- he’d barely punished her at all. Maybe he’d spanked her a few times, but he’d never broken out a whip, or chained her up. That was where Synyster excelled, he supposed- at giving women what they wanted deep inside.

It was a dark, untamed side of a woman, but each and every one of them had it. It was just up to him to bring it out and unleash the monster within them.

“You!” she snarled, pointing at him as soon as she noticed the smug look on his face and the way he nodded at Jimmy gratefully, especially when the man tugged on the handcuffs and pushed her down to her knees.

“Bow before your king, bitch. You don’t want to have to be punished now, do you?” Jimmy whispered to her and she froze, glaring up at the man above her. She would never submit to him, nor would she let him use her body for whatever ungodly pleasures he had lying around his psycho mind- but for now, she stayed silent.
“Good girl. If you’re not careful, I’ll have to gag you, and I’m sure you don’t want that my darling” Syn chuckled, getting up from his throne and descending the stairs and smirking over at Jimmy. The two of them were going to have fun breaking her in.

It was a nice touch murdering Natalia, and Vengeance had certainly played his part perfectly well. Rather than getting caught at the scene of the crime, he’d done exactly what Synyster had told him to do. The next plan was springing his sister out of Purgatory where their father had put her so she wouldn’t cause any more trouble around Hell any more, and then getting Hurricane to do two things- to murder his dear father, the one he now hated with a burning passion for banishing him to this horrible place that he now called his home, and to murder her ‘beloved’ husband. It all just meant using the right spell- the same one he had Zacky under.

It turned the soul evil. It blanched out all traces of goodliness in someone’s heart and turned them into a true demon.

He motioned for Jimmy to grab the chair he was going to tie her to and grabbed some rope from beside his throne, grinning when she opened her mouth to protest- but thought the better of it when she noticed the way he was looking at her. If she just kept to herself, she wouldn’t be deader than she already was in ten seconds.

“Now little Hurricane, you’re going to be a good girl for me, aren’t you honey bee?” Syn asked with a chuckle, deliberately using the nickname Shadows had bestowed on her to torment her even further. Her eyes narrowed to little black slits and he rolled his eyes, gripping her shoulders until she stood up, and he pushed her onto the chair, throwing the rope to Jimmy and never letting her shoulders go.
“You keep that mouth shut, Gates” she hissed and he laughed aloud, surprised that she even had that much fight in her to question his authority.

“A girl telling me what to do? Oh I’m quaking in my boots. It’ll take a little more than that to scare me, honey bee. I’m gonna be the new king of Hell, and you’re going to help me get what I want whether you like it or not” Syn growled and when she tried to reach up to strike him, she found that her hands were bound together and she couldn’t move her upper body at all. Jimmy worked quickly- that was his talent. He bowed to Syn and left the room. If someone else interfered with the spell, it could have disastrous effects for all three of them.

“I’ll never do what you want! You’re a bastard Synyster Gates, a sick, twisted bastard!” she screamed and he laughed again.

Stupid little bitch.

“You think you’re so special, just because Shadows took an interest in you. You think that you’re so great- you’re married to the devil, either he or your pansy of a brother are just ready to jump right in and save you whenever you get into trouble. Well guess what, baby? Not this time” Synyster hissed, and out of his pocket, he pulled out the tube that contained the purple liquid.

He liked to call it Evil Juice because once consumed, you wouldn’t have a considerate bone in your body. He’d drunk some before and he’d gone on a killing rampage up in the mortal world. That had been a fun few hundred years, he could say that much.

Grabbing her mouth, he wrenched her lips apart, not in the mood to deal with any bitchyness she had up her sleeve and uncorked the tube, throwing the stopper to the other side of the room.

“No more Mrs Nice Girl” he whispered as he tightened his grip on her jaw and poured the entire phial of liquid down her throat. She coughed and spluttered, grimacing at the horrible taste, but eventually, she had no choice but to swallow.

Suddenly, she slumped as the potion began to take over her body. Syn stepped back, because he knew what was going to happen next. That was one of the many reasons he’d tied her up.

Hurricane lifted her head up, and her bright eyes glowed red, the true colour of evil and suddenly, she pushed at the ropes so hard that they split under her touch and freed her from the prison they had encased her in. She stood up, brushed down her skirt, and sauntered seductively over to Synyster, before running one hand across his bicep and growling under her breath.

“The She Devil has arrived, Master”