The stormy weather had finally stopped and the dark clouds had finally cleared to let the serene white moon reappear and shine brightly on the city.
Those who were still awake till this point heaved a sigh of relief and finally found the tranquility that was much needed for them to fall asleep.
The rain had cleansed the city of its dirt and gave it a more refined look under this moonlight. But contrary to this pleasant sight.. An empty godown had a completely different scenario.
"ARHHHHHH!!" screamed Erwin as Azrael pulled another toenail out using a plier.
His sobs of pain filled the surrounding.
"No.. Please.. Let me.. Let me go. I will.. I will give you everything I have." spoke Erwin as he barely had any strength to speak after having his 7th toenail pulled. And this was barely the start of this torture session.
"Cry all you want. I've put an isolation magic formation covered under a silence barrier. No one is going to hear your screams. So no need to hesitate if you want to beg. I'm not the judging type." spoke Azrael as he put the plier on the side.
"Your people must've been informed by now and should be looking for you. But they'll only find you when I'm done." scoffed Azrael.
Erwin was tied to a chair at this moment and his ligaments along with the tendons in his arms and legs were cut down by Azrael. Even if he managed to get out of the iron chains that tied him.. He still won't be able to get up on his feet or run away.
At this moment, he didn't even have the ability to move, rather only endure the torture. Never in his life had he ever imagined that he, who always had strength and authority over others was left at someone else's mercy.
"Why are you doing this? If it's money you want, my clan has a lot of it. They'll pay you in millions if you exchange my life for it." said Erwin as he barely stopped his cries, his face was already pale with an ashen expression.
"Why do you rich people never understand this.." replied Azrael and leaned forwards as he gazed right into Erwin's eyes.
"You can trample on the weak.. But you should never trample on their pride." said Azrael and suddenly his arm turned into a giant black claw that had blistering red veins on them. His palm appeared as if there was magma inside it while a black skin layer covered it from the outside.
This was the new Drake Claw skill Kahn had gained after he absorbed the skills and bloodlines from the Magma Drake.
"You.. What kind of freak are you?!" bellowed Erwin as he couldn't believe how suddenly Azrael's human hand turned into that of a monster.
"I heard Gerald Winston swore that even if he had to sell his soul to avenge his sister, he'd do it without a second thought.
Well, let's assume that the Devil has accepted his offer." said Azrael and suddenly, intense heat was released from this arm and claw.
"No! Keep that away from me!" bellowed Erwin as Azrael's heated-up claw looked no different than smoldering metal rods.
"Arrrrhhhhhhhh!!!!" roared Erwin in pain as Azrael's blistering fingers ran over his face and burned his once handsome face little by little.
Azrael's other hand turned similar the next second and plunged itself in Erwin's shoulder. But it didn't stop just there... The hand fingers moved and grabbed the bones inside.
Rip!!
His collarbone was pulled right out of his body and Erwin screamed in agony. But this wasn't just going to end his suffering. The hand heated up again and cauterized the flesh and blood.
Then two sharp and long extensions came out from Azrael's back while his red hot claws kept tearing through Erwin's flesh and making him scream as he cried while suffering through this unbearable pain.
The tendrils then stabbed through his stomach and wriggled inside as if a snake was trying to chew the redhead man's intestines.
Erwin could no longer handle this torture and his consciousness started fading.
SLAP!!
"Who the fuck said that you can faint?! We still have 5 hours till sunrise!" reprimanded Azrael and took a high-grade health recovery potion and put it inside Erwin's mouth.
Slap!
In just a few seconds, Erwin started regaining his consciousness, but he was hit in the face again with these hot claws. He was being tortured while his wounds barely made any recovery.
"Just kill me already!" shouted the noble heir.
"I once heard an Undead say that a swift death is considered as showing mercy to your enemy. And I'm not a saint to show any mercy to the likes of you." replied Azrael in his grim tone.
The torture continued in the same way and one of the noble heirs who brutally rap*ed Cynthia four years ago came to know how it felt being on the receiving end.
When the morning sun finally rose and people started their early morning routine by getting ready for the oncoming day.. Some people found a horrifying scene in the same square where the soul-shuddering incident happened four years ago.
A body of a naked redhead man was tied on a metal street light pole. His hands were sliced and only the bones remained visible for the onlookers. The mouth of this man was covered under a cloth.
The thighs were cut in half and the entire belly of this man was sliced open, putting his entrails on a display. There were multiple burn wounds that were still bleeding on this man's body including his face. And most importantly..
This man's tool was nowhere to be seen. Only the two eggs were left intact.
Soon, the horrifying scene gathered the attention of hundreds of people who started their daily routines early in the morning. And in just an hour... More than a thousand people gathered in this square as the news quickly spread like a wildfire.
When the city guards finally appeared and took down the body.. They found where the missing tool was hidden.
It was inside the dead man's mouth.
The men amongst the crowd shivered in fear as they finally saw what happened to this man's biggest treasure and covered their crotches in reflex.
But the whole scene had taken a different turn as all the onlookers read the words written with blood on the wall behind the dead body. These words were not any warning like the previous times.. No, they were the Declaration of War.
"THE HEIRS OF THE NOBLE CLANS SHALL PAY FOR THEIR SINS. THEY CAN RUN FROM ME.. THEY CAN HIDE FROM ME..
BUT THEY CAN NEVER ESCAPE MY WRATH!"
