"Well, what can I say, I have a reliable and powerful master. Not like you, aging and becoming weak," Deacon sneered, in his eyes there was no longer the iron fist that people used to fear so much.
"Hmm, I'm curious, if you're so good, then how come you were caught and locked up here?" Farley answered briefly, still standing casually in his place.
"Just to reminisce old times" his eyes looked at Farley with a glint of mischief, his lips curled into a mischievous grin.
The past that he and Farley went through, not as enemies but as comrades in arms. When they were still together, they went through a lifetime full of battles of courage and dexterity. Both understand each other, from his attitudes, behaviour and ways of thinking. Unfortunately, all of that had to end because of differences in views and beliefs in one event that changed everything.
Deacon knows very well the cruel but agile and fast method of interrogation carried out by Farley. No one, the incumbent can keep silent about the information he wants to get, because of that he gets the title of iron fist.
Farley didn't respond directly to Deacon's statement, he just stood there. His left hand is crossed on his chest, while the right hand is bent with the elbow supported on the palm of his left hand. His index finger and thumb stroked his chin, his eyes glanced casually at Deacon, like a normal gaze, but no one knew, he was staring at much more than that.
"You didn't sneak around in there, having laid a trap, to only get caught, did you?" He asked after catching what was behind the grin on Deacon's face.
"What do you expect? I just wanted to sneak in there. But it's not so bad that I got caught by you," a small laugh was heard, a laugh that was more like a mockery of Farley's disdain.
There wasn't the slightest fear visible on Deacon's face, but instead he seemed to be enjoying the situation that was happening in front of him. This also happened in the past, when they were together in the prison room to interrogate the incumbent, he mostly stood in the corner, enjoying and watching Farley sadistically and brutally interrogate each prisoner. It was a pleasure in itself for him. He loved hearing the moans, screams and curses that roared through the prison as Farley carried out his cruel acts. Unfortunately, the fun always lasts only for a short time. Because of Farley's effective way of getting the information he wanted. In the end, it ended with the prisoner always dying quickly or dying slowly with a heart-rending groan.
He missed that moment. Elegant psychopath.
But this time, he didn't stand in the corner and watch with his psychopathic eyes, the moans and screams of the prisoners became music in his ears. He really enjoyed it. Rather, he is now a prisoner himself.
Deacon's laughter stopped, the next second it was replaced by a sob in his chest. His breath caught in his throat. His chest felt like someone was pressing, then stabbing slowly. Nothing could be seen as far as the eye could see in front of him. The veins in his neck hardened and bulged out, getting bigger and bigger, as if the blood flow in his veins stopped at one point and flooded there. Making his face turn bright red.
He wanted to scream but no sound came out. Farley knew full well he wanted to hear the screams. To that end he offered the opposite.
His chest continued to be pierced, and it also felt like it was being torn apart. Pain that he may have often witnessed with different methods but did not feel. And now he feels it. His chest then felt like it was burning, the heat was unbearable. His face, which was already bright red, had now turned blue. Like corpses lifted from the river, which were deliberately washed away until their entire bodies were covered in water. Dead cold.
The pain was unbearable, he wanted to scream but couldn't. His mouth was visibly shut. For as long as he thought. Breath hit his lungs, he choked. After that he gasped for breath. His face gradually went from blue to red.
"How does it feel? Quite a challenge, right?" Farley asked casually amidst Deacon's sobs, his face far from sympathetic.
"Yes, indeed," Deacon answered in a voice that sounded rough and hoarse. But he could still laugh, sneer.
"What if I burst some of your blood vessels," Farley suggested nonchalantly, but seriously. His eyes couldn't leave looking at Deacon. Not a single reaction escaped his sharp, observing eyes.
"I can't wait," said Deacon, undeterred. A smile appeared on his lips which were full of mischief.
Without warning, the same thing repeated. But with higher intensity. Deacon felt his blood flowing rapidly at one point, which quickly inflated, like a balloon that was blown over and over until a popping sound was heard. Not just one explosion, but several. And this time, Farley was kind, giving him satisfaction of what he wanted to hear. Yes, the scream that came out of his own mouth. Loud and booming in all the dungeon room.
Blood splattered in various directions, decorating the walls which were already black and red, stained with blood that had dried there, now repainted with a new red colour, Deacon's blood. Several wounds were visible on his hands, feet, and neck. Showing that Farley not only burst one or two blood vessels, but more than that. He even vomited fresh blood from his mouth.
"Hmm is it fun?" he asked again in a relaxed and indifferent tone. His eyes had no reaction or sympathy.
"You didn't think that I would spill the bean, did you?" Deacon challenged, chuckling with his mouth full of blood. His front clothes were streaked with his own vomit blood.
"I know you won't spill the beans" at the end of Farley's sentence, the sound of footsteps could be heard from the dungeon corridor. Not only that, but there was also the sound of shoes dragging on the floor. Not long after, the figure of a woman with a sexy and sensual appearance appeared, one hand lightly dragging an unconscious prisoner. Another hand snaked around her waist as she stopped and stood in front of the iron bars, inside which were Farley and Deacon. Her face had a sweet smile, as sweet as a child chewing his favourite candy. Sentia Keoni.
Sentia easily lifted the prisoner, sitting on the prison floor with her one hand, so that his face was facing Deacon. Makes his eyes open wide. He didn't expect that they also captured his teammates. If he was a decoy, to distract Farley, not his friend. He was supposed to be a shadow, to follow the movements of Farley and his henchmen. Now with them both caught. Thus, he opened with wide arms, his ultimate destiny.
Farley didn't look back to see who was coming. From the perfume that wafted into his nose, he already knew it was Sentia. He gave a small grin, still leaning against the prison bars, then said "Any last words?"
"See you both in hell," Deacon replied lightly, not caring, or afraid for his life, which would soon be over.
"As you wish" as soon as Farley finished saying that, without waiting for a mocking grin from him, a dagger appeared in front of Deacon and immediately pierced his heart with flash speed.
The dagger that stabbed him was not an ordinary dagger, but a dagger that had divine power, the essence of Farley's soul power. He didn't want to waste time on things that didn't concern him. Moreover, the person in front of him would not give him anything. Useless people. For that reason, he didn't bother getting his hands dirty to get the information he wanted.
In a flash, the light of life in Deacon's eyes blurred and then blank. Died horribly.
Another choked sound sounded behind Farley, from Sentia's lips. She was just about to comment on what she saw before her. But too late "Is that Deacon? I thought he died in Forest Garden," she said in disbelief. Standing rooted in front of the prison bars.
"Yes he is," Farley answered briefly, not moving from his current standing position, even though the prisoner in front of him was already lifeless.
Sentia's right eyebrow rose "Then who is he?" Her eyes stared closely at the lifeless body that was still sitting in the middle of the prison room. With his head tilted to the left. His eyes bulged wide open. Blood flowed out slowly from the outer corners of his eyes.
"Just another fanatical minion of Jaelyn" this time he just got up from the iron bars, turning his body around "Looks like you've found an opponent worthy of you" exclaimed Farley, his eyes seeing the condition of the prisoner in Sentia's hands.