Chapter 384

Three days later.

Daemonikai had been right. Zaiper wished he had never lived to see this day.

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As he was paraded through the crowded square, head bowed, chains clinking with each step, humiliation was the only thing left in him. This–this–was abject disgrace. The worst of the worst. He was clad in nothing but soiled under–briefs, thick shackles chaining his hands and feet. The bindings laced with toxins, draining him of what remained of his strength. He couldn’t shift. Couldn’t run. Couldn’t fight.

And the people? They were relentless.

“Scumbag!”

“Evil devil!”

“May your soul rot in the nine hells!”

Their hate was a chorus, hot as the sun beating down on him.

Every step was a reminder of how far he had fallen–from a Grand Lord to this, a caged male on display for public ridicule.

Zaiper never chose death lightly. But this public disgrace was far worse.

A woman lunged through the line of guards. “You deserve mob justice!” she screamed, spitting at him.

The spittle slapped his cheek, warm, reeking of bile.

Zaiper tried to snarl, to bare his fangs. But it emerged as nothing more than a low, broken growl. He was too weak. Starved of food. Deprived of blood. Exhausted beyond measure.

wall between order and chaos. Two separate mobs had already

to

have

deserves to

shouted, attempting to

then it

with a vicious crack, pain detonating through his spine. Then came fists. Boots. Claws. He hit the ground,

were no screams from him–only choked gasps and strangled grunts. He

move.

snap of his ribs caving beneath a savage stomp. He wanted to call out–to demand the soldiers do

even trying to help? It didn’t feel

later, a foul–smelling water was thrown over him. But it was boiling hot. Dirty.

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ripped from his scratchy throat as his skin sizzled. His skin peeled before his very eyes. Tears blurred what little he could still see. The agony was unbearable. The stench

in–pulling the mobs off

little, too

that came out was

spin, and everywhere blacked out.

….

upside down, suspended mid–air like a gutted animal. The pain hadn’t lessened–it was still there, just as brutal.

who finally chose to join us.”

one he had tried not to dread hearing all week.

the other, he saw Daemonikai–seated casually in a chair at the far

things to occupy your time with than being here,” Zaiper’s voice came out graveled and raw. “Your female just gave birth.”

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