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.

thin wall between order and chaos. Two separate

him to us!”

have

to die screaming!”

back!” a soldier shouted, attempting

then it happened.

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

and strangled grunts. He

move.

beneath a savage stomp. He wanted to call out–to demand the soldiers do their damn jobs. But his voice was gone.

fools even trying to help? It

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

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was forcefully 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 of scalded skin mixed with the filth

the bastards moved in–pulling the mobs off

too fucking

roared at them, but all that came out was

made his head spin, and everywhere

….

gutted animal. The pain hadn’t lessened–it was still there, just as brutal. Blood rushed to his head, making him dizzy

finally chose to join us.”

tried not to dread hearing all week. The one

casually in a chair at the far side of the cell, legs crossed, flipping

your time with than being here,” Zaiper’s voice came out graveled and raw. “Your female

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