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Zaiper’s screams rolled down the dungeon corridor, bouncing off walls as Daemonikai sawed through his leg with a cutlass- whistling a slow, melodic tune. Blood sprayed, splashing onto Daemonikai’s robes, forming a growing puddle,
“This blade’s gone dull,” he said conversationally, examining the edge. “Get me the dagger”
A guard handed it to him from the wall of instruments, so much polished steel behind them.
Daemonikai discarded the cutlass with a soft clatter and resumed with the dagger, slicing deep into muscle and tendon, never missing a beat in his whistle.
“Please! Allhhhhhh!” Zaiper howled. An animal sound, born of unbearable pain.
Daemonikai sawed clean through until the leg detached entirely. He lifted it, holding it up like a prized relic.
“I hope you don’t mind if I keep this,” he said casually, inspecting the severed limb. “It’s a clean slice. Unfortunately for you,
it won’t regenerate–considering I’ve taken the entire limb. You’ll have to forgive me. I got carried away”
He smiled faintly. “But don’t worry, I won’t let you die. What’s a leg, really? You can do without it.”
Zaiper was barely conscious, his breathing ragged, eyes glassy and unfocused.
Daemonikai tilted his head. “He didn’t hear that, did he?” He shrugged. “Guess I’ll make the decision for you then.”
He waved the leg in front of Zaiper’s face before tossing it aside like a useless stick.
“Binding cloths. Now,” he ordered, wiping the blade on his sleeve. “We can’t let him bleed out. His life is very important.”
“Please… just… let me die,” Zaiper croaked, voice no louder than a whisper.
Daemonikai chuckled. “Now, why would I do that?”
He pressed cloth to the stump, sealing it tightly. Zaiper writhed, screaming again, but the binds held fast.
“I still need you functional. We’ve got four more ferals waiting, and they’re not exactly known for their patience.” His voice lowered. “You really have no idea what it feels like–when your instincts go unmet. But I do. It’s agony.”
Zaiper spat. “You’re a monster…”
Daemonikai looked up from his knotwork, smiling faintly. “One you created. You wanted me mad, didn’t you?” He tied the last knot viciously, and Zaiper howled again.
“Oh, Zaiper… if you knew how hard it was to control the kill–and–destroy urge, you’d have mercy on me. But thanks to you,” he said, straightening with a sigh. “I get to release some of that pent–up energy.” He gestured toward Zaiper’s mangled body. “There. All nice and done.”
The male was nearly unrecognizable now. But Daemonikai couldn’t take full credit–the ferals had torn him apart with claws and teeth. One pair had gone so far as to rip his intestines out, and Daemonikai had personally stuffed them back in before ordering him stitched up. Nice and clean.
He smirked. “What can I say? I’m having fun.”
again. “Now, let’s try this once more. Where is the dark mage?”
“I–I can’t-”
me the battle
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instantly, panic flashing in his blood–crusted eyes.
he
tell you! I’ll tell you–t
drawled. “You may tell me
BANG.
Zapier’s femur shattered.
It was something less. Something ripped
slowly. “Hm” He struck
BANG.
Daemonikai could not describe, but it was the best music yet. However, it cut
passed out.
him, lips thinning. “What sort of alpha passes out
to the guards and they shook their
light kick. “Hey. Get up. You can’t just check out
No response.
flicking blood off his fingers.
then closed. Moments later, a guard returned with
in, frowning. “Hot, but not scalding. What kind of nonsense is this?”
hotter water. Do you wish to wait?”
lifted the bucket and poured the contents straight into Zaiper’s ear.
male jerked violently, coughing up water
smiled, pleased. “You really shouldn’t faint like that.
have mercy.” The voice was barely audible, strangled between shabby breaths and
at the broken male before him. “Mercy.” He let the word roll on his tongue. “That’s one word I have never
leaking from swollen eyes.
start ruining the mood now.” Daemonikai crouched again. “It’s only been a month, and you’re already giving up? I had such lovely plans for us. I want us to be
was pale, he could
our people are petitioning for your death.” Daemonikai sighed in exaggerated drama,
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stood upright, rolling his shoulders, stretching. “But when that time comes, Zaiper, there will be barely a flicker of life
sob. “I should have never… killed your
the hammer again. “Correct.” Stepped forward and raised it again. “Now. One more time. I’m aiming for your knee this time.
the mage like running water. Names, rituals, locations, summoning spells, traps,
was done, trembling and sobbing, Daemonikai siniled in a smugly victorious way. “There. That
cried in earnest. Full, broken bawl of sorrow, tearing from him like a dying animal’s last breath, because
given away his final card. His last shred of
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