Chapter 81: Strangled
“In every angel a demon hides. And in every demon an angel strides” —Unknown.
Wesker chokes before he can finish the sentence, my order to speak and shut up clash inside him. A high-pitch monstrous scream tears out from deep inside him, but I merely stare at him coldly.
“You do not speak ill of the deceased.” This time, I can feel the power rolling out of my tongue, forcefully compelling him to obey.
The strigoi glares at me so hard, I can see myself reflected from his very red twin irises.
“Y-yes, Mistress,” he spits out the word.
“Continue.”
“—I used that chance to make my escape. I didn’t expect to see so many of those mutts dead, but I knew that it couldn’t be thanks to that boy—” the power I push out forces him to tell the truth, no matter how insignifican
