From Hell – Chapter 25&26

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From Hell – Chapter 25&26

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Journey to the brothel was roughly ten minutes on their fast horses, and throughout the gallops, Lucia took the front position.

She jumped down the horse first and took a long look at the br0thel which seems like the only one in the North as landmass isn’t so wide here.

She could already hear the drumrolls, zither and the dark melodies of flute, swirling around the foreboding atmosphere.

And at the same time, she could feel the eyes of Bones spies on herself from every angle.

Why would Bones send spies to watch people who can sense eyes on themselves? Cos she’s sure that rascal Ares can feel it too.

But if this mistake wasn’t in Bones plan, how would they have found out he was watching them?

She made sure her corset was well wrapped around her body, and she removed her hat veil, replacing it with a facecloth that only covered half of her face to her chest.

And like that, she stepped inside.

One minute after her entry, Ares arrived too, jumping down his horse in one dangerous leap.

Lothar learnt that from him.

He gave the busy brothel a dangerous look too, just like Lucia.

He could already smell the women perfume, their giggles, and the smell of brain-muddling wine.

With his s+ductive smile, he entered, inwardly cursing the eyes of Bones spies that are on him.

He could feel those prickling eyes till the brothel swallowed him.

—

[Inside the Building]

The interior reflects exactly what was radiating outside.

It pulsed with low drums and the scent of smokeleaf and spiced wine.

Fun. Smokes. Liquor. Music, and beautiful prostitutes in see-through skimpy robes, majorly color pink.

Dim lanterns painted the mud walls gold while laughter, bargaining, and scattered music tangled beneath the crowded roof.

Secretly, behind a curtain of hanging beads and dyed animal hide, sat a veiled woman in silence.

She’s the most important patron here, only comes once a month when she month is nearing the end.

And, tonight is the night she choose to show up this month.

As a wealthy bis+xual woman, her sluts are carefully picked out by the Madame of the brothel, and she’s patiently waiting for them to be sent.

Her jeweled fingers wrapped around a bronze cup as she drank slowly.

Gold rings gleamed against the dark veil covering her face, leaving only her sharp, darkly-lined eyes visible through the haze.

“They’re here, My Lady!!” The br0thel Madame announced from behind the curtain, and the woman gently dropped her bronze cup.

The kind of gentility that promises something darker beneath.

“Send them in!” She responded, voice deeper than a man’s.

Her sl+ts came in in a structured two line. Beautiful males on a line, and perfect females on another line.

The males only wore their pants, no robe jacket or upper garments. Their bareness gleamed like polished jade, and their hair has to be in a perfect buss down as per her orders.

And the females?

Transparent robes, no single underwear, and clean-shaven. Jewelled hair, and scented bodies.

And both males and females must be blindfolded, so they all have black piece of folds over their eyes.

The woman was already smiling satisfactorily as they entered. Her hand went up to her face, removing her veil so she could access them better. Also, she’s free to take it off since they’re blindfolded anyways.

No one here has seen her face before.

The two lines include four males and three females, and of all of them, two caught her sinning eyes first.

The drums and dancers from behind the curtain went down a bit as she stood, her dark eyeshadow seeming to get darker as she walked forward, steps calculated, eyes unblinking.

Air around her feels deadly, and as her eyes raked the bodies of her sl+ts again, she came to the same final conclusion for the second time.

These two are her favorite tonight.

The man with the single bird wing tattoo on his chest, and the woman with the single butterfly wing tattoo on her wrist.

She was nearly orgasming as she took the last step to the guy and placed a palm on his chest, running it down his carefully sculptured body, lust and greed filling her eyes.

She has been seeing bodies for years,but none could beat this in her head, and his v-line is to die for too.

Then the bulge of his c+vk between his transparent pants.

She placed her hand on it, touching his c+vk without waiting, feeling the girth, length, fatness between her palms. She squeezed.

“You might want to squeeze my neck too, My Lady,” Ares spoke up s+ductively. “I cum better when I’m near-death. How about you place a knife on my throat?”

The woman’s face lifted into a interesting smile as she let go of his length, then she moved forward to the female she has her eyes on.

That body under her see-through corset? It’s divine.

She’s the only one wearing a corset here, and those breasts…

She touched them before she could stop herself, and Lucia’s lips curled up immediately in a smirk.

“You can do better, My Lady. I heard you like it rough. Should we start by feeding you my c+nt first?.”

The woman grinned, nodding.

“Everyone who’s not tattoed in this room, out now!”

The other sluts rushed out the door, leaving Lucia and Ares inside.

“Off with your clothes, you both. Strip down!” The woman ordered.

And the insane two?

They really stripped.

They’re blindfolded anyways, so the only person who witnessed their nakedness as they stripped is the wealthy woman alone.

She sat, and Ares sat by her right while Lucia sat by her left.

And the night began.

—

[Inside The Town]

At the back of a mountain, Zaine’s body lay unconscious with three of Bones spies around him.

The rest are busy supervising Ares and Lucia at the brothel, so only the three are free for this place.

They sent a note to Somara City about Zaine’s capture already, but they’re still awaiting his response.

Tommorow is the war, and Zura might end up winning without going to war with Zaine in their hands.

“Who knocked him out? He’s still unconscious? The hit must have been so hard,” one of the spies said, smirking at Zaine on the ground.

“Heard he’s untrained. How foolish can Emperor Ashes be? He has Zura as his Empire enemy, and he failed to train his Prince? He really needs to learn from our Emperor.” Another said, grinning.

“Tell me about it,” another laughed. “Princess Ina is trained, Empress Sally is trained. Don’t let me start talking about the royal musket gun. This is why our Emperor tops.”

And that was followed by a fire arrow which flew ruthlessly from nowhere to the chest of one of the three. He was thrown to the ground where he bled to death, and the other two strengthened their stance, standing rigid and facing the area where the arrow came from.

They were greeted with the flight of more fire arrows, and they had to go their separate ways, drawing their swords. They swung the blade around, cleanly hitting away every piece of fire arrow coming their way.

Now they’re seeing the perpetrators. It’s the people of Fenxi, shooting from the top of the opposite mountain.

There are like twenty of them.

How did twenty Fenxi people enter Northern Zura at once without alerting the border guards???

But that discussion isn’t for now.

The two spies managed to lift Zaine’s body from the ground, and immediately they covered themselves with his body, the arrows stopped coming from the Fenxi people.

Two to twenty.

The numbers don’t match, so they continued blocking themselves with Zaine, guarding their lives till they were able to leave the area.

They left the body of the dead spy on that mountain. As they went out of sight, the Fenxi people on the other mountain came down, all panting breathlessly.

They nearly moved after the spies who took Zaine, but then an additional person they didn’t expect showed up below the mountain.

Ruyi galloped into a stop with her horse, and one of them went down on his knees, offering his back for her to step on before she jumped down.

“Where’s my brother?” She questioned.

“It’s not a good idea to be in Zura too, Your Highness!” The guards said terrifyingly.

“Where. Is. Zaine!” Ruyi glared, voice colder than an ice cellar.

“He was taken by Zura spies. We saw their badges. We could have taken him, but the bastards used him as a shield.” They explained.

“Where did they go?” Ruyi questioned, so impatient.

“Here!” The guards led the way, and she tied her horse down, deciding not to take it. She ran off with the guards.

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The two spies dragging Zaine stopped their drag in the middle of a clearing.

They dropped him with a loud thud which nearly broke a bone in his arm.

Zaine stirred awake, groaning to see the two towering above him like giants.

Zura men are characteristically tall, and he feels like a dwarf especially on the ground, but it’s an advantage he used immediately as their legs were just right beside his hands.

He grabbed the two by their ankles, crapping their legs off the ground. They fell heavily on him, crashing to the wet leaves and sticks.

Zaine dragged himself up, but he was only daydreaming cos he couldn’t go past one step before his feet was scooped off the ground, and he fell heavily, breaking that bone.

He cried out, and the spies began stumping angrily on him, dealing his face with kicks and wedges.

He cried again, swallowing sand and leaves in the process.

Then, a momentary stop came to his suffering when the rest of Bones spies appeared in that clearing too.

They’re fifteen.

The two stopped stomping on Zaine, facing the ones who just joined them.

“What the hell are you all doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be at the brothel, keeping eyes on the shadows?” They questioned.

“The target told them to strip, and we couldn’t stay and watch their nakedness especially Lucia. His Majesty would fry us!” They explained.

“So it’s alright for the target to witness Lucia’s n+kedness?” The second one scoffed.

“Yes it is, cos she’s going to die today anyways. Either Ares or Lucia herself will kill her, and stop talking like our job isn’t done. Our job is to watch them when they were still in the inn and report if they interacted, but they didn’t. Their mission is none of our business so it’s time to leave them alone and focus on this situation on ground!” A bulky one said.

The attention of all seventeen spies went to Zaine who’s still groaning on the ground, and the pigeon note returned from Zura immediately.

Their leader took it.

★ Imperial order: Get the Prince of Fenxi to Somara before tommorow morning no matter what!

“Good, now let’s move!” The leader instructed, but that instruction stayed unattended to when Ruyi landed in the clearing with the twenty Fenxi guards solidly behind her.

“We already have the Prince, now the Princess offered herself. What a night.” The Zura spies leader grinned heartlessly.

“Sister!” Zaine dragged himself on the ground, but the Zura spies leader threw a blade at his palm, stabbing him to the ground.

“Twerp!!” Ruyi growled, flying forward with the guards set beside and behind her.

Zura spies emerged too, and the two forces collided in the middle of the dark Northern clearing.

Steel clashed like thunder beneath the black trees as the clearing breathed chaos.

Zura spies fought recklessly like starving wolves, their curved blades flashing through the dark with terrifying force.

Fenxi guards were hurled into tree trunks, some dragged into the mud with knives buried in their shoulders, but Ruyi stormed through the violence like a raging tempest.

Her twin swords sliced through spears and flesh as she drove straight toward Zaine on the ground.

One spy lunged for her throat, only for her headbutt to crush his jaw before her blade tore across his chest.

Around her, the Fenxi guards tightened formation despite the blood soaking their boots, enduring the savage attacks with stubborn discipline while bodies continued dropping across the clearing.

The fight dragged until Zura spies slowly began losing ground.

One after another, the Zura spies were forced back by sheer perseverance.

The Fenxi guards refused to fall even while wounded.

Ruyi finally reached Zaine, driving her sword into the stomach of the spy guarding him.

A final clash broke near the trees where the Zura spies leader realized too late that his men were dying around him.

Panic replaced his arrogance.

One surviving spy staggered backward, breathing hard as he stared at the massacre, then he turned and ran fast into the northern forest, escaping.

Silence slowly swallowed the clearing, broken only by heavy breathing from Ruyi and dripping blood from Zaine and the wounded Fenxi guards.

All the guards got brutally wounded, laying weakly on the ground. Five of them died, but at least they won, and Zaine is free.

Ruyi spat out bloody saliva, and Zaine collapsed against her side.

“Get up, y’all!” She shouted. “Send word to Fenxi! The war can break according to plan at daybreak. I got Zaine with me!”

“Yes but we’re still in Zura, Your Highness. We killed sixteen Zura spies in their territory,” a Fenxi guard sat up on the ground, looking at the bodies laying around. “Getting out of this North will be hard!”

“Obey my orders! We’ll get out! I’ll find a way!” Ruyi insisted.

And they obeyed.

—

[Zura Empire Medicine Valley]

The sidekicks have been here since noon, but not much has been gathered. No one wants to say anything about the anti-venom.

They’ve shown more than twenty doctors, but they all looked scared and just cowered away without saying anything about it.

There are more than a hundred doctors in the valley, so Falcon and Qui believes they’re just starting.

They have to show at least fifty doctors—half of the doctors, before they can give up for today.

But Meng and Limon look fed up.

“Can’t we just capture one of the doctors and torture him till he speaks up about the pill? If we keep asking them, then they’ll keep cowering away without saying nothing!” Limon said, glaring at them.

“Don’t start with your temperament, Limon.” Falcon said.

“But he’s right,” Meng scoffed. “Seems every doctor here swore a oath of secrecy about the pill. You don’t see the fear in their eyes each time we showed them the pill? Everything in this Empire is being controlled by the Emperor. We won’t get anything if we don’t employ violence!”

“I knew you’d say that,” Qui grinned, stretching herself.

They all jumped down from the roof plank they’re sitting on, and while three of them marched forward to waylay one of the doctors, Qui stayed back cos someone tapped her.

She turned around, and she was confused when she saw a kid looking at her with innocent soft eyes.

“Are you one of the patients here?” Qui asked behind her mask.

Instead of answering, the kid pointed a folded white fabric forward, and Qui gently took it.

Before she could say something else, the kid was already gone.

Confusingly, she opened the fabric which has a note written with fading ink.

Her eyes lit when she saw it’s from her brother.

Her brother in Fenxi.

★ Make sure to not come anywhere close to the borderland tommorow during the war. We’ve been losing to Zura for years, but tommorow will be totally different. Stay safe, and I’ll really get mad at you if you lose the earring set I gifted you before we parted ways.

Qui smiled widely, rereading the note again, word for word.

Her brother is the General of Fenxi army, and it’s his first time sending an anonymous note like this.

“I shouldn’t come anywhere close to the borderland? Is he kidding?” Qui scoffed. “He knows I love to watch him fight, so that’s impossible. But the earring…” She muttered.

She touched her ears. She’s still wearing the remaining one ring. The second one is still lost, and right now she’d pay any amount to get it back, but from where? Where’s the earring itself? She has no idea.

“You’re from Fenxi?” Falcon’s voice suddenly boomed behind her, and she swirled fast to see him leaning on the wall right behind.

“Falcon?” She frowned.

He maintained the hard face. Obviously, he read the letter.

Before Qui could say more, Meng and Limon appeared from the other end, both holding one doctor each.

They knocked them unconscious, deciding two is better than one.

“You both are sick,” Falcon grinned.

“Two doctors?” Qui clicked her tongue, shaking her head.

Meng said nothing.

Limon said nothing, too.

They led the way out of the valley, dragging the doctors with them.

Falcon gave Qui a slightly suspicious look, and Qui stayed blank.

—

[Valmont Residence]

Doja sat in front of Phoebe’s room, her legs on top of each other as she kissed the silver ingot with her repeatedly—the one Lothar gave her.

She has been doing this for an hour now cos she’s not able to sleep.

When war is coming to a nation, the inhabitants are supposed to be restless and sleepless, but Zura has never lost, so nothing like panic here.

In fact, some Zurians are already celebrating their win that hasn’t even happened. The streets are livelier tonight, and Doja would have gone sightseeing, but she’s sure Lothar would be in camp, resting.

“If you like a girl, just tell her. Why act coy like a woman? Well, he’s cute.” She smiled, but she spranged up when someone entered the yard.

“Tommorow, at exactly this time, you’re needed at Duan residence. We’ll pay for the secrecy of the check-up. We need you to examine Madam Odessa’s womb.” The person said, voice secretively low under the pressure of darkness.

Doja shifted back as the person left the yard as fast as he came.

“Madam Odessa’s womb?” Doja blinked. “Why??”

Meanwhile, inside the room, Phoebe is awake, but she stayed still in bed, staring at the wooden ceiling with various unspeakable aged thoughts resting on her chest.

The window above the bed suddenly swung open. No one entered, but Phoebe could feel a heavy presence right there.

She nearly entered the bed as she continued laying flat fearfully.

“Keep staying silent, Phoebe. Your silence is golden.” A chilling, low voice whispered from outside, breaking a heavy, cold sweat at the back of her neck.

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[Northern Zura, Brothel]

Lucia stood in the middle of the curtailed room where a table is. The orders she received from the target was to get on that table, and dance like a sl+t, so she’s right on it.

In all nakedness and sinfulness, she pressed her bu+t to the table, opening her legs, giving the target a slow, teasing view of the lips between her legs before closing them again, going down with an hand and slanting her br+asts, whisking up her hair.

The target stayed seated, watching like this was her sole purpose on earth. Beside her, Ares poured the liquor like a professional.

Sluts did for him at the brothel in Somara, and he learnt a lot.

As he poured the wine, he pressed his lips to the neck skin of the target who’s still staring attentively at Lucia.

He kissed her skin, tracing his mouth on the carpet of her throat, darting out his tongue to lick teasingly.

She didn’t stop him.

Instead, she grabbed his c+vk, squeezing again, m+aning from the effect of his neck kiss and the sight of Lucia’s hypnotic dance in front of her. She was completely wrapped.

“Ahh,”

“This is….,”

“I’m in heaven,”

“Good sl+ts,”

“I want this all night,”

“Oh my…”

Her breathings, words, sight and hearing. Everything fell off the line of wellness.

She malfunctioned, falling too deep into their seduction.

Lucia slid her bu+t on the table till she sat on the edge and kissed herself on the shoulders. And at the same time, Ares’s tongue moved inside the target’s cleavage, licking.

“Oohhhh!,” the target m+aned, her palms sweaty, throat chapping.

Ares’s menacing smile began forming.

Though his eyes are blocked by the blindfold, he could feel the target’s wilding pulse beneath his own skin. He could feel how deeply sucked she is in this sin.

Time to act.

Lucia on the other hand might be giving the dance her all on the middle table, but she could feel the target’s moans getting louder, freer.

It was time to act.

With practiced fastness, she revealed her tattoo-free wrist where a sleeve arrow is strapped on.

She shot two poisonous arrows forward, and at the same time, Ares pulled a needle out of his hair, aiming straight for the target’s throat.

Their weapons didn’t even get halfway before the target pressed a bulging metal on the chair arm, and the backrest went down, letting the needle and arrows miss her.

She stood, and the shadows hastily pulled on their clothes.

Then, they pulled off their blindfolds as the target began laughing.

A sick, psychotic laughter which sounded like bones in a jar.

Lucia’s eyes depicted instant recognition. Her lashes raised as she stared at the target.

It’s none other than Blood—her trainer in Blood Camp.

“You’ve grown so much, Lucia. I’m so damn proud of you and your unfortunate fate-bound co-shadow, but your mistake is coming to kill me when that tyrant Emperor of yours told you to come!” She spat, all darkness and iciness that has been surrounding her finally coming out to play in their faces.

“Blood,” Lucia spat, the anger and rage and fury from when she was seven resurfacing to claim her completely, mentally.

Ares’s eyes twisted.

A sickening crash rattled the roof, and their time was stolen when two forms broke through the ceiling.

They tried to run out of their spots, but too late.

Two gigantic cages landed on the ground from the roof, and it covered them both, trapping them on their standing positions with no escape route left out for them.

Lucia held the metals, and Ares did the same, but they drew back immediately.

It’s immovable.

Ares slammed his fist.

Lucia used her elbow.

But the metals only made a dull sound.

Blood laughed shortly, the sound disturbingly deep as she raised her fingers tauntingly at the two cages.

“I commend the seduction skills of you two, I was turned on, and I orgasmed, but killing me is more than just seduction, shadows. I can’t be killed. I’m Blood anyways.”

“You didn’t change,” Lucia sneered, her fingers nearly digging into the metal she was holding as the anger continued its raw devouring on her. “You’re still loud, proud, and vain.”

Blood’s grin widened. “And you’re still the little girl who couldn’t save her family. The helpless rogue who watched her father getting executed and her mother bedridden! The hopeless thing who became my personal slave toy for years!! The girl I ordered to pick her food from the mud! The girl who sucked Bones cock on her knees every week in Blood Camp! You swallowed his c+m weekly like a dirty little wh+re!” Blood yelled, her laughter clinging to the walls like hell entities.

Lucia’s blood boiled, fighting to burst out of her body.

She roared, but Ares looks like he’s insanely blinded with his rage.

He hasn’t been talking.

He chose to listen, but now??

Now….

Lucia was made to suck Bones c+vk every week while she was in Blood Camp??? Holy…

Lucia lunged against the cage bars again, fury clouding her breath.

Ares’s sharp eyes moved upward.

The cages weren’t forged into the floor. They had only been dropped.

Chains.

Thick iron chains stretched from the top corners of the cages into the shattered ceiling beams above them.

Ares looked at Lucia once.

She understood instantly.

Blood noticed too late.

Ares wrapped both hands around two bars and planted his shoes hard into the wooden floor while Lucia drove all her weight into the opposite side.

The brothel room groaned violently.

Nails screamed out of the floorboards, and dust rained from the ceiling.

Blood’s smile faltered.

The entire cage tilted.

“The floor is weaker than the metal!” Ares barked.

Lucia slammed her elbow into the same point repeatedly while Ares rammed his shoulder into the bars with brutal force.

The wood beneath them cracked open first, splitting around the bolts that anchored the cage.

With one violent shove, the cage tore sideways through the rotting floorboards, and the chain above snapped loose.

The entire structure crashed onto its side.

Blood’s eyes widened.

Lucia rolled out first like a blade released from a sheath, snatching her knife from the fallen debris.

Ares grabbed a broken table shaft from the floor and hurled it at Blood’s face.

Blood twisted aside, snarled and drove her knee into his ribs, throwing him off, but Lucia was already there.

Her knife flashed toward Blood’s throat, but Blood caught Lucia’s wrist.

The impact cracked the wall behind them.

They fought like animals inside the brothel room—slamming into pillars, overturning lanterns, breaking chairs beneath their feet.

Blood moved with terrifying strength, her dark robes whipping like smoke as she struck them both back again and again.

Ares ducked under a slash and smashed a jar across her jaw.

Lucia buried her blade into Blood’s shoulder.

Blood screamed and headbutted her hard enough to send her crashing into the bedframe.

The entire room shook.

Then, Blood seized Ares by the throat and hurled him straight upward.

He crashed through the ceiling, and moonlight burst into the room.

Lucia leapt immediately after him, grabbing Blood around the waist, and together, they tore through the broken roof into the cold night air outside the brothel.

They landed hard on the upper balcony.

Ares rolled to his feet first.

His sword was there, leaning against the railing where he had left it earlier before joining the slut line.

He grabbed it.

Lucia twirled her knife once, blood dripping from her fingers.

Blood rose slowly between them. She’s breathing harder now.

“Good. Now it feels alive.”

She attacked first with a dagger, and steel clashed.

Sparks exploded into the night as Ares blocked her dagger.

Lucia came from the side instantly, slashing toward Blood’s ribs, but Blood spun low and kicked Lucia backward into the railing, hard enough to splinter it apart.

Lucia’s wrist hit the metal, and it tore, getting largely wounded.

Blood definitely targeted that spot on purpose, and as Lucia bled, pains travelled to her head.

She shrieked.

Ares drove his sword downward, but
Blood caught the blade between both hands. The metal screamed.

He darted back in and stabbed into Blood’s thigh.

Blood roared, but it ended fast and she ripped Ares’s sword sideways, nearly disarming him before driving her dagger toward Lucia’s chest.

Ares intercepted it at the last second, blocking Blood’s dagger with his sword.

Bright sparks burst between the blades, scattering across their faces.

For a heartbeat, all three stood locked together, steel grinding and eyes murderous.

Then, Lucia rammed her forehead into Blood’s nose, the sound crunchy.

Blood staggered, and Ares kicked her straight through the balcony rails.

She crashed into the lower floor of the brothel.

Lantern oil spilled everywhere, and fire erupted instantly.

Flames crawled up curtains and walls. Screams exploded throughout the building.

Heat swallowed the night while the fight continued through smoke and burning wood.

Blood was weakening now, her movements slowed. The fall from the upper balcony to the lower floor cracked her skull.

She groaned, her blood flowing and pooling around her head.

Lucia and Ares gave her no room to breathe.

They dragged her up and drove her from the burning brothel, through muddy streets, and into the dark forest beyond the town.

Blood could barely stand.

Her face was inhumanly bruised black with blood running from her mouth and head. One of her arms hung uselessly at her side.

Ragingly, Ares kicked a rusted shovel toward her feet, and the metal blade scraped against the dirt.

“Dig,” Ares said coldly.

“No way in hell! I’m killing her now!” Lucia spat, slinging her knife.

Ares blocked her, but she slapped him angrily.

His cheek burned.

“Out of my way! I’m killing her!” She yelled at his face, the fire burning in her eyes enough to consume.

This ain’t about doing Bones mission anymore. This is about killing the woman who started her misery at Blood Camp. This is about ending the person who gave her bitterness in the cold everyday. This is about finishing the person who forced her to her knees to suck on Bones c+vk weekly.

And for Ares?

This ain’t about Bones mission too, and it ain’t about himself.

This is about ending the person who started Lucia’s misfortune. This is about killing the bi+ch who dared to look at Lucia’s n+kedness in the br+thel earlier. This is about finishing the wh+re who made Lucia eat from the mud. Killing the sl+t who forced Lucia to her knees to suck a forbidden c+vk repeatedly!

Lucia’s body is off limits.

An alter for him alone to worship on.

A heaven for him alone to reside one day.

A private haven for himself.

A fire he’s willing to walk into and get burnt to flakes of ashes.

This animal right here…

He looked at Blood who’s still on her knees between them, and his anger blossomed more.

His head hollowed.

He pointed his sword at her throat.

Blood went cold.

Behind, Lucia’s hold on her knife tightened so much she can’t tell the difference between her palm and the knife handle.

They became one.

She stepped closer, sharing Ares’s judgement for that second.

“Pick up the shovel,” Ares muttered, hot blood cascading down his neck, eyes cracking with cruelty that needs sacrifice.

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“And dig your own grave!” Lucia finished ruthlessly, jaws closing tight as crimson flowed down her fingers.

TBC.