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.

shielding him from the worst of the assault, but it was a thin wall between order and chaos. Two separate mobs had already tried to rush him

to us!”

us have

deserves to die

soldier shouted, attempting to

then it

with a vicious crack, pain detonating through his spine. Then came fists.

no screams from him–only choked gasps and strangled grunts. He couldn’t

move.

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

trying to

moment later, a foul–smelling water was thrown over him. But

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very eyes. Tears blurred what little he could still see. The

last, the bastards moved in–pulling the mobs off him,

too fucking late!

curs!” Zaiper roared at them, but all that

made his head spin, and everywhere

….

there, just as brutal. Blood rushed to his head, making him dizzy and heavy. His lower body was

chose

one he had tried not to dread hearing all week.

both eyes. Blood rushed into one, burning like fire. Hissing, he clamped it shut. Through the other, he saw Daemonikai–seated casually in a chair at the far side of the

than being here,” Zaiper’s voice came

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