AMOROUS MIRAGE

The Devil’s Spawn.

*Author’s POV*

The door to the old rustic cell opened with a creaking sound as a heavily muscular man entered the dark room with no light, heavy with unpleasant stink and felt cold. Without speaking a single word he grabbed the man that was chained to the wall, unlocking his shackles he roughly dragged him out of there by his collar like an abused dog being dragged out of his kennel. Being dragged like that, he struggled his best to break away but that only resulted in his captive’s grip tightening around him.

“Still tryna show your puny strength even after being beaten like a dog and earning a broken arm?” he chuckled humorously finding his efforts futile. The prisoner only glared at him with murderous intent and upon reaching their destination he was thrown inside another room that was slightly dim but relatively brighter than his cell. He fell flat upon his stomach and when he opened his eyes, a pair of immaculately polished black shoes appeared in front of him. It appears that he was thrown right in front of someone’s heels .Using his good arm he steadied himself on the ground and sat up. He raised his gaze upwards as his own dark eyes met another pair of fierce grey orbs that looked down at him with disgust and fury.

“Sir, this guy ain’t speaking up. We tried compelling him but it did not work upon him. He seems to be immune to it.” The previously mentioned burly guy stepped forward to inform his leader. The man with grey orbs continued to stare at the prisoner thrown at his feet while judging him with a stern face. After a moment of silence he finally spoke up.

“He’s not immune to it. He has been trained against compulsion.” A deep but calm voice filled the silent room. Although it was calm yet it never fails to send shivers down his enemy’s spine. And hence this prisoner wasn’t any exception either. Despite being one of the top assassins who has been trained through extremities and never failed any missions, yet ended up in such poor state before one of his another assignments. He slowly rose from his seat and stood to his full height, which shouldn’t be underestimated as it was 6’2 and could easily tower over other men present in the room there.

“You’re the best that they could send to get me killed huh? Do they take me for some weakling or is it that they overestimate themselves a little too much? Which one is it?” his voice echoed through the room laced with fury, however at the same time it sounded more taunting. Two days ago, while he was attending a business meeting with his business associates in one of the top restaurants of Budapest, Hungary, an attempt of assassination was committed by this very fellow before him. Unlucky for him, he was caught even before he could flee from the building across of them, from where he shot at him with vervain laced bullets. The bullets couldn’t even scratch him as he reacted inhumanely fast and dodged them in time.

“Speak!” he roared at him as in blink of an eye the assassin was slammed against the wall adjacent to him by the throat. Despite the little force he was exerting on his throat, he felt as if his wind pipes would be crushed in no time. With his good functioning hand he tried to poke the man’s grey eyes to break free. Unfortunately, just as he moved his hand forward to poke his eyes, his fingers were snapped broken even before he could touch him. A second had passed and only then did he realize what damage has been done to him and a painful but still strangled cry escaped his mouth. After which he was once again thrown across the room into the wall and with a thud sound, he fell onto the ground. Laying there lifeless for a minute, he finally broke into a crazy fits of laughter.

“Hahaha…They were right. You are exactly what they told me. A monster! The embodiment of the Devil’s spawn! Your kind doesn’t deserve even a speck of mercy. You are better off dead rotting underground than walking the Earth alive. This isn’t the end yet. Our kind will kill each and every one of yours until our world has been rid of the evil like you.” His laughs were rather painful and despite the severe injuries on his body, he managed to speak with determination. Hearing this nonsensical rambling, he slowly strode towards him.

“You humans are so full of yourself, aren’t you? What gives you the right to judge us? From our kind’s perspective, you miscreants aren’t any different either. You call me the evil, so the evil you shall get.” He grabbed him by his throat and raised him in the air. His face was already beaten blue and purple with one eye swollen to the point where couldn’t even open it. His lips were busted along with numerous broken bones in his body.

Pressing him against the wall, he let his true nature to take over. His previously grey orbs slowly but steadily turned pitch black, causing the white cornea to turn black as well. The skin surrounding either side of his eyes grew faint dark blue and red veins and capillaries. The smooth skin because uneven due to them bulging from beneath his fair skin. His luscious parted lips failed to hide the sharp pointed and elongated canines that peeked from within as he talked. Seeing his true face, the prisoner’s face paled even more than before. His eyes widen and fear took over him.

“Why quiet now? Won’t you throw more insults to our kind anymore? Aren’t you a top notch assassin? You shouldn’t fear death. It is despicable.” He spoke menacingly as an evil smirk found its way upon his lips. Using his other vacant hand, he placed it over the assassin’s erratically beating heart. Despite in the face of death, the assassin didn’t reduce to begging the monster for mercy he was sent to be kill.

“Amicable actually! You still did not beg for your pitiful life. Hence, I shall bestow you the honor of witnessing evil by my own hands.” Saying this, he started applying pressure on his fingers that rested atop his beating heart slowly so as to let him taste the pain surely. Killing him in an instant wouldn’t be pleasing anyway.

The more pressure he applied the more his fingers sunk into the skin, tearing through the flesh. The screams of the assassin echoed loudly throughout the room and beyond. His face morphed into unbearable painful expression. All along a sickening smirk remained on the monster’s face enjoying the torment that he was inflicting upon him. His fingers finally broke through the ribs and grabbed the warm thumping heart in his palm. His smirk widened feeling this and without much effort or hesitation he pulled it out of his chest.

By now, the screams of the assassin’s died and what left was a hollow expression into his eyes displaying that the soul has left its container. The moment his heart came in contact with the monster’s hand, he was nearly dead. The heart in his hand dirtied his fingers along with his palm, however still continued to thump gently in his hand. With one hand alone, he crushed the beating heart as more blood burst out of it. Disgusted, he dropped it onto the ground along with the dead body as thick and unsightly blood flowed out of them, surrounding it in a bloody pool. The couple of guards that were present in the room did not dare utter a single sound in fear of upsetting their Lord. Nonetheless, seeing so much of blood, they couldn’t stop their monstrous nature from resurfacing.

The man took out a handkerchief from his breast pocket of the black Armani suit he was wearing and wiped off his bloodied hand clean with it. After which he also threw it down next to the dead body and turned away towards the exit. But before exiting, he did not forget to pass commands how to dispose the body.

“Feed this rascal to the werewolves of the northern territory.” With this his walked out of there with firm, wide strides that his long, slender and strong legs allowed.