Daemon took a sharp breath, feeling a stabbing pain on the side of his body from his burned skin. He limped to the side, almost collapsing as he struggled to hold himself up.
The Broker noticed Daemon's pain and smirked. "Your body can't keep up anymore, huh?" the Broker taunted, The Broker is not just observing Daemon's physical state; he's taking pleasure in seeing Daemon's vulnerability, relishing the control he has in this situation.
Damn it, this is exactly what I didn't need right now. Every movement is a reminder of how vulnerable I am, I'm getting weaker, but I have to keep up the facade. No room for weakness never in front of an enemy.
"Quiet," Daemon said, waving his hand dismissively. "I ask the questions."
Daemon felt lightheaded, his vision blurring as he stumbled toward the rooftop ledge near the Broker and sat down heavily.
'I'm badly hurt... I need to get the information out of him... I can only hope that my rebirth healing works fast,' Daemon thought before snapping his gaze back to the Broker.
"Before we start, I have to ask first," Daemon said coldly. "Tell me who ordered my family's death."
The Broker hesitated, his smirk faltering for just a second. Silence stretched between them, thick and oppressive, before he finally spoke. "You won't get anything from me," the Broker replied, his voice steady and strong. He leaned forward slightly, as much as the wires digging into his skin allowed. "I'll never betray them," he added, The Broker's brief loss of composure revealed his inner fear. His defiant smile is a mask for his unease about the torture he's about to face
Daemon stood up and walked over to the Broker, his voice low, almost a whisper. "You're loyal. I respect that. But loyalty can be broken."
The Broker remained silent, the tension between them almost palpable. Daemon paused, letting the silence weigh down on the Broker, before continuing. "I heard you have a knack for torture," he said, tearing a large wire loose.
"Yeah, when I get free, I'm going to do the worst to you," the Broker replied.
"Me too," Daemon said as he ripped out several wires, feeling the shocking pain course through his body. "...Well... I only found out recently," he continued, knowing he could have been electrocuted from the rain but was protected by his Tenebra techniques. "Nonetheless, how about you rate my torture skills?" he's not just interested in information but in demonstrating his own power and resolve.
The Broker paid attention to Daemon. "You think you can break me?" he challenged.
"I don't need to break you. I just need to make you talk," Daemon said as he methodically wrapped the wiring around the Broker's throat, applying pressure near the heart.
"Do your worst. I've endured more than you can imagine," the Broker taunted.
"You have no idea what I'm capable of," Daemon replied, his voice a deadly whisper.
Daemon tightened the wire around the Broker's throat, then walked away and connected the wire to the building's handrails, using it as a power source. There was a momentary pause, a heartbeat of silence before the Broker felt the current surge through the wire and throughout his body.
The Broker's body jerked violently as the electricity coursed through him. His muscles convulsed involuntarily, the force of the shock arching his back against the restraints. His teeth clenched tightly, and a guttural sound escaped his lips.
There was a sharp smell of ozone mingled with the metallic tang of sweat and fear. Every nerve in the Broker's body felt as if it was on fire, a searing heat radiating from the point of contact and spreading outward like ripples on water.
Look at him squirm. Every twitch, every gasp is a sign that he's close to breaking. Good. Let him feel the same kind of helplessness I've felt. If I can't find justice, at least I can extract some semblance of it from him. And maybe, just maybe, it will bring me one step closer to finding the true masterminds behind this.
"Is that all you've got?" the Broker rasped, his voice strained. "You're wasting your time."
Daemon removed the wire from the handrail and looked at the Broker. "Impressive," he said, his tone almost admiring. "But we're just getting started."
Daemon walked over to stand in front of the Broker, holding the wires in both hands. He slowly brought them together, connecting them. With every second, the Broker's heart rate increased, and he felt a burning shock searing him from the inside. Daemon smiled at his work.
"Nothing's happening," the Broker insisted, trying to mask his fear.
Daemon didn't respond verbally, but the Broker felt something happening within his body. He grew weaker, his internal organs feeling as if they were being damaged, pain radiating from within.
"Have you realized yet?" Daemon asked with a smirk. 'I have bypassed his physical invulnerability by now targeting his insides,' he thought.
"This whole building is supported by a very strong electrical current," Daemon said, glancing around.
The Broker stared at Daemon, his mind racing. 'With every beat of my heart, I'm being shocked,' he thought.
"Ba-dump."
"Ba-dump."
He suddenly heard his own heartbeat, and Daemon mimicked the sound with his mouth, each beat punctuated by a cruel smile.
"It looks like you've figured it out..." Daemon said, smirking at the Broker's shocked face. "I would suggest you don't do that, or else the shock will be stronger than before."
The Broker tried to slow his heart, but a powerful shock coursed through his body, as if his own heart were betraying him. 'Think of something else. Anything but the pain,' he thought.
But his idea failed. As he slowed his heartbeat again, another shock hit him. "You're insane!" the Broker shouted at Daemon.
"Insane?" Daemon echoed.
"I may appear to be smiling, but beneath lies no joy. My face is merely a canvas, masking the darkness of my true self."
Daemon then returned to sitting down as the Broker's resistance finally broke. The pain was too much to bear. It became difficult to breathe. He was drenched in sweat, his vision blurred, and his muscles weakened, His head drooped forward, and his shoulders slumped in defeat.
"Okay… okay, I'll talk," the Broker said softly, his voice barely audible.
Daemon's voice was icy, showing no emotion. "Start with who paid or ordered you to kidnap my family and do all those things to them," he demanded.
"I-I d-don't know," the Broker said slowly, his eyes closing briefly as he struggled to form the words.
"Who?" Daemon shouted, lifting the Broker's head roughly, forcing him to meet his gaze.
"I don't know, alright... all I know is that the Sovereign asked us to kidnap your family. We don't know why they asked or who told them to do it," the Broker confessed.
Daemon released the Broker's head and walked away, his hand on his chin, deep in thought. "Isn't the Sovereign the number one organization in the world? Why didn't they do it themselves?" he questioned, glancing back at the Broker.
The Broker's eyes widened. "You really don't know... the Sovereign controls both the good and the bad in the world, I can tell you is that they're always two steps ahead, and their motives are as obscure as their true power. They can switch between whenever they need to, and for the good, they needed to maintain their reputation after your crimes," he explained then spat at Daemon's feet, sneering through the pain. "You're no better than the rest of us."
The Sovereign... of course. They pull the strings from behind the curtains, always maneuvering, always manipulating. Now there about a far-reaching conspiracy that I'm only beginning to understand.
Daemon's eyes snapped onto the Broker's. "Those crimes I didn't commit," Daemon snapped back at the Broker. he voice rising.
"Then why would there suddenly be so many crimes associated with you? If that's the case, then something bigger is going on. Only the Sovereignty or the Night Market Syndicate may know," the Broker said.
Daemon crossed his arms. "Who within the Sovereign gave the order? Is there a specific leader or faction I should be aware of?" he asked.
"There multiple like the Marshal Thorne Voss, Minister Elara Haze, Chancellor Lucius Avaris and there other whatever your about to do i suggest you don't" the broker said.
The mention of specific figures like Marshal Thorne Voss, Minister Elara Haze, and Chancellor Lucius Avaris introduced key players whose actions would have far-reaching consequences for Daemon's quest. The Broker's information was not just a lead but a gateway into the heart of a broader, more sinister network that Daemon would need to navigate if he hoped to achieve revenge.
"Don't tell me what i cant and should do...now where is the Iron Cartel headquarters?" Daemon asked.
"Our headquarters is in Zen Town," the Broker struggled to say.
This is far from over. I've got what I needed, but the real fight is just beginning. This is just one piece of a much larger puzzle. I need to stay focused, stay determined. The more I learn, the closer I get to avenging my family and bringing those responsible to justice. No matter the cost."
"Seems like I have no more use for you," Daemon said. 'Also, Adriana should be almost done clearing the auction,' he thought.
'Are there any known relics or spells that can neutralize a Trinfernus?' Daemon asked mentally.
-No... however, as the Death, you can kill anything depending on the strength, just like others. However, your deaths mean permanent for them, while others, when the Trinferus is killed, will just be rebirthed back in hell. It will take years to regain its full strength and return to the mortal world if allowed- the system replied.
While Daemon pondered the system's answer, he suddenly felt a strong wind and rain current hitting onto his body, causing him to bring his arm up to shield his eyes.
'What's happening?' Daemon thought.
When Daemon looked up, he saw a large, armed helicopter aimed at him.