wasn’t all he wanted as his next order was aimed at me,
“Turn around my Mortal and watch the hand of death claim what you were unable to do,” he said just as the jailor started to shake his head, now coming around from his unconscious state quickly. As for me, I did as he said after releasing a deep sigh, knowing that there was no getting away from it or the sight of Lucius’ brutal revenge. And when I did, the demon shot a look at me and then to the sight of his angry, tyrant King looming over him like death uncloaked. Unsurprisingly, he started struggling to get away.
“No, no! I didn’t do anything! I didn’t…” Lucius grabbed hold of his horn once more and twisted it enough that it forced his head to the side in what looked like a painful way, making him grimace. However, Lucius’ gauntleted hand simply tightened and twisted further before he got closer to him informing him in a dangerous tone,
“Ah, but you did Drude, you just don’t remember your crimes, for I had them stolen from you.” I sucked in a deep breath the second I discovered what kind of demon he was…he was the same as Dante.
Although my guess was that he was a different breed, as he obviously fed from sexual deviancy not just from the dreams of others. The Drude looked immediately to the man who had rid him of those memories. This made Lucius’ right hand man smirk back at the same time tapping two fingers to the side of his head, doing so to indicate just exactly where those memories were being kept now. The demon’s eyes widened before he shot a panicked look back up at his King.
“My crimes?” he asked in confusion, but it was no use as this was when Lucius nodded for his guards to let him go. Lucius then lowered himself even closer to the demon that was still on his knees and at the same time taking hold of the other horn, so they were both in his unyielding grasp. Once in his hold, Lucius answered him with dangerous calm that was viciously snarled at the end,
“The crime of…touching what is mine!” He ended this with a tighter grip before a quick twist in opposite directions was all it took for Lucius to rip both horns right out of the top of his face. This left the demon both howling in pain and with two large gaping holes above his eyes that quickly drenched the rest of his agonized face in demon blood. The demon was then left to slump forward with his shaking hands going to his missing horns. Lucius used this as a chance to issue a warning to the rest of his people.
“Let this be a warning to all as you witness what happens to those who TOUCH WHAT BELONGS TO ME!” He roared this last part as he held the two dripping horns out by his sides, before he cast them angrily aside, making me jump as they skidded along the floor behind him, only stopping at the first step. The demon had hopelessly tried to use this opportunity to try and crawl away, no doubt praying that this would be the end of his Master’s wrath. But then the second Lucius’ eyes focused on the demon’s movements in trying to escape him, they narrowed despite the grin that lay beneath the surface. It was obvious to all in the room that the impending death of the demon jailor was one that excited their King. Because just when I thought that this was punishment enough, Lucius started walking slowly towards the grey mass of muscles trying in vain to get away. Long black, bloodied streaks along stark white marble became a gruesome pathway for Lucius to walk along to get to his prey. But the blood from where his horns had once been that were now being discarded like trash behind him, soon became the least of his problems. Because Lucius soon reached him with nothing more than a few determined strides and was stood over him. He then wasted no time before reaching down to get a firm grasp on the roots of his white hair, using this punishing hold to haul him to his knees. This made the Drude try to twist free, but he wasn’t given long to continue to try as Lucius dipped his head and let his demon roar out,