For the Hate of God

A lineage of traitors and liars

Marcellus POV

***Trigger Warning: scenes of physical violence

I barely got rid of that pesky w***e Noosha and the pestering nags of my father. He is absolutely ruled over by that w***e.

I scoffed and rolled my eyes whilst dashing through corridors to get to the bloody room. Naevres will beg for death because of this, that stupid, incompetent fucker. I came into the room. It still smelled like lilies of the valley, hyacinths and roses. This minx had such a unique and potent scent, so mouthwatering and mesmerising. Speaking of little bi.tch, why did I feel that I was hurting more than her each time when I inflicted pain on her? Each fuc.king lash on her body ached worse than it would if it was inflicted on my own body. It appeared as if I was reliving every second of her misery and pain when my boys tortured her. Forget about it. Focus.

I came to my senses and saw the id.iot sitting on the chair next to the bed, hands tucked in the head, elbows on slightly spread legs, and he was rocking back and forth, surrounded by debris on the floor, broken bowls and leftovers of some sh.itty soup oozing from the bowls. I slowly crouched next to him, looking straight into his moronic eyes: “Tell me, Naevres, what happened?” I asked with a barely audible voice and poker face.

He stayed in the same position but continued to rock back and forth, now looking at me and not at some stupid, undecipherable point.

“I don’t know, boss”, he started vailing with a voice and tone that radiated pure panic and regret. You could see from the grimace on his face, sweat and the tone of his voice that he knew I was going to kill him. His answer will only determine how quickly it will take me to do it.

“…she woke up, and I brought her a meal. You said she needs to eat to recuperate for a new round of whatever you guys do to her in the dungeons. She didn’t want to eat, and I had a meal with her so that she would see that the food was not poisonous. I did that because I didn’t want to force-feed her. We had a meal, and she asked me to let her go to the loo. I was reluctant to do so, but then I thought she couldn’t escape as there were no windows. She was in there less than a minute, and I heard the portal opening. I came there in a second, but I just managed to see her closing the portal and….”

“And what, Naevres?” I said calmly, trying to mask the blazing burst of anger brewing in me. I think the blazing inferno in my irises betrayed me. Naevres knew very well what it meant.

Self-control, self-control, self-control, fuc.king self-control, Marcellus. I repeated it as a mantra internally while this moron watched me with his fish-like stupid eyes.

He continued squealing: “I saw a glimpse of her before the portal closed, showing the middle finger and saying: “f***k you, Marcellus, f***k you, Wengarthria. See you never again.” She said that, closed the portal and disappeared.” The id.iot said. And that was enough. I went mental.

I heavily breathed in and out through my nose, self-control Marcellus… self-control, self-control…I repeated the mantra to myself while feeling that I was losing it. And then a chuckle that sent a fright for life to Naevres stretched over my well-trained, impassive, expressionless face. I snickered at the im.becile in front of me who still had the same pleading grimace on his face he had seconds ago when he was vailing like a pig on slaughter while recapping about bitc.hes escape. He knew he was counting his last breaths. He still had that idiotic face of the man who knew that death was knocking on his doors. I grabbed him off the chair for his shirt and thrashed him against the wall. Rage completely possessed me, and I started to smack his stupid face against the wall over and over again. His nose was broken and bleeding in frothy crimson trickles, teeth flying around together with fuckers blood. But I wasn’t satisfied with the masterpiece made with his gore on the wall. I wanted to break every f*****g bone in his face and smash the idi.ot's skull. I am up for slaughter. I have punched and kicked dumbass in every possible way that came to my mind. I want more of his blood. I want his pain and suffering to please my demon. My demon will not be at peace until he is not lying on the floor, beaten to a pulp.

“Do you know what she is, you bloody id.iot?!!!” I screamed between the punches whilst I kept on smacking his moronic head against the wall again. His blood splattered on me, on the floor, and all around. His teeth exploded around his bruised face, and fell on the floor with the rattling sound, mixed with the sound of his bones cracking. Beautiful.

“She is a fuc.king elemental witch, among other things. Of course, she can open the portal, you brainless dickhead. Silver, corpse flower and wolfsbane in shackles were mixed, and spells were cast around her bed. These were the only things barely preventing her from using Lycan's abilities and the magic, and you took them off!!!” I roared each word between the smacks. I was thwacking his head repeatedly against the wall. His skull was unrecognisable. I was in sheer disbelief at his stupidity.

He did not say a word, nor had he tried to defend himself from being my private punching bag for the next few hours. I broke every fuc.king bone in his body. He was on the brink of death after my blood fest, and I left him in the pool of his blood. He was on his knees, wheezing his last breaths, writhing in pain. Before I turned to leave, I saw pleading dumbass’ eyes eaten by guilt, asking me to kill him. I crouched down next to his ears.

“I will not kill you doc, you are the best healer we have, but you are one shitty guard. You will be punished to live as a cripple. Every time you think of helping bitches, especially deceptive bitches like this one, who descend from a lineage of traitors and liars, remember this day. The day when I almost finished your miserable life.” I whispered calmly in his ear, drenched with blood, while patting his dislocated shoulder. He groaned and winced.

“Are we clear!!!” I shouted at the idi.ot, pulling his hair to force him to look at me with his disfigured, unrecognisable face. His eyes were semi-closed by bruises, but even now, he looked at me with the same stupid gaze he had a few hours ago. The stupidity cannot be removed from his gaze even if you bludgeon the imbecile. I scoffed, looking at him.

He mustered enough energy to nod his bloody head, and then he collapsed.

Fu.ck me, Norgarth and Naevres are the only two people that I trust here. Norgarth is my first in command. Norgarth is the most dexterous, menacing and lethal warrior in my horde of demons. I would lay my head for him in the blink of an eye and without a thought, but if I had to spar with him in a battle, I would think twice. That is how good a warrior he is.

His stupid brother Naevres, on the other hand, is built like a beast but has the soul of a pansy. Even a novice warrior could beat the living s**t out of him. But…he is the best healer and mage that I have. I mean, not that we often need healers, being demons and crap, but when we do, we need the best one. And Naevres is just that. And more. He is what humans would consider a friend that I trust almost as much as I do to his twin, Norgarth.

That’s why I didn’t want to use the magic against the idi.ot because I knew that my anger, which I tried to suffocate so badly, would reinforce my magic, and I would rip him apart in a second. But since I needed to load off this pent-up rage before it suffocates me (and what better way than to beat up a moron to oblivion), I beat the s**t out of the stupid bloke in front of me. And goodness, I might have overdone myself a bit. I have beaten up the i***t until the beast in me wasn’t at least somewhat sated and satisfied.

“Marcellus dear, where are you? I have been looking for you all over the place.” Oh, for f***k sake, this b***h was really the last person I needed now.