"His still not talking?"
The officer responsible for Dracula's interrogation asked as he looked at Dracula's filthy and bloody naked tattoed mangled body covered in already festering wounds from the torture he went through.
"No sir we tried everything and I mean everything that wouldn't kill him right away"
The frustrated soldier who performed the interrogation said as he spread his bloody hands.
"I can see that"
The officer said as he forcefully swallowed down his vomit because it was too much even for him, he looked at the bloody torture tools on the equally bloody table with Dracula's bloody nails and teeth littering the bloody floor.
F*ck I need to make him start spilling the beans otherwise Im a deadman.
The officer cursed in his mind after remembering that if he didn't complete his mission he would get executed by a firing squad for his dereliction of duty.
He grabbed the bloody hammer and was about to crush some of Dracula's fingers but stopped after noticing that they were already crushed.
"F*ck!"
The officer cursed out loud as he dropped the hammer and walked in front of Dracula, he was about to punch him but froze as an overwhelming fear assaulted his body and mind.
His handcuffed to his chair yet my instincts are still screaming at me not to get too close to him, for f*cks sake just what kind of monster is he?
The officer thought as he started snapping his fingers while calling out to half-conscious Dracula.
"Hey wake up. I said wake the f*ck up!"
The officer punched Dracula's face with all the strength he could muster in a fit of anger causing him to spit out some blood from his toothless mouth and look up at him.
MC POV
As I did the officer got scarred shitless and collapsed onto his ass after looking into my remaining dead-looking eye in which he swore he saw howling wraiths and demons who tried their hardest to escape from my green bloodshot eye and couldn't wait to tear him to pieces.
"Sir!"
The soldier and his assistant cried out as they helped him stand up only to get pushed away by the pissed-off and embarrassed officer.
"F*ck! I don't f*cking care anymore just kill the f*cking c*nt already!"
"But sir..."
"Just f*cking do it!"
The officer glanced at his subordinates but seeing that they were hesitating he put on welders gloves and grabbed a piece of barbed wire.
"Last chance asshole! Are you going to talk or not?"
The officer asked me while looking at me with murderous eyes to which I just stared back at him without saying a word.
"So be it then!"
The officer shouted as he went behind me, wrapped the barbed wire around my neck, and tightened it causing the razors to dig into my skin, muscles, and blood vessels.
"Last chance f*cker! You better start talking or I swear to god I'm gonna rip your head off your shoulders!"
The officer once again gave me a death threat as he used all his strength causing the razors to dig in even more and move shredding my neck to pieces.
I just remained still I didn't fight back nor scream because Ive grown numb to pain after the first few days of the inhuman torture the only thing on my mind was that I could finally rest in peace.
I thought as I smiled causing the two soldiers to get creeped out as f*ck while my vision was rapidly getting dark.
F*ck you all you c*nuts!
I cursed this f*cked-up world I live in for one last time before my brain shut down from the blood loss.
...
F*ck how many years has it been already since I died and became a grim reaper? One hundred, one thousand, ten thousand, one hundred thousand? F*ck I can't remember anymore!
I cursed in my mind as I gulped down my vodka shot in one go while listening to the Fourth Dimensions nightclub ghost DJ's loud techno music.
"Another one!"
I shouted at the top of my lungs at the ghost barmen who was busy filling up glass shots with vodka.
"Sure! One more coming up in a minute!"
The barman shouted back as he showed me an OK sign with his left hand.
Ring! Ring! Ring!
"Son of a b*tch who the f*ck is calling me at this ungodly hour?!"
I cursed under my breath as I stood up from my chair and started navigating through an intoxicated and sweaty ghost crowd dancing to the DJ's ghostly beat while taking out my glass see-through holographic phone from my black field uniform pants right thighs pocket.
Bang!
"I'm listening"
I answered the call without even looking at the caller's name with my usual emotionless voice after I slammed the men's WC door shut.
"Your contract is about to end so if you still want to get reincarnated get your ass to my office now!"
My boss Death's ice-cold voice full of the authority of death rang in my ears causing me to sober up immediately.
"Understood I'll be there in a few mins mam.
"Good don't keep me waiting!"
Death said before she hung up on me while I ran out from the WC as if my life depended on it.
...
"Took you long enough."
"If my psionic powers would work in your domain I would have just teleported over here immediately"
I said while gasping for breath like a fish thrown onto land as I sat down on a gamer's chair in front of Death.
Dressed in a skin-tight black tank top that clung tightly to her sizable breasts with white words "Death" printed out on her chest and white sports shorts clung so tightly to her hips that I could see the shape of her panties.
Sitting crosslegged behind her glass desk on her own gamers chair as she puffed out clouds of smoke from her mouth while playing with her vape in her white-as-paper right hand with long black nails.
While looking at me with those devoid of any life eyes.
"Hmph! Anyways here is the galaxy you can reincarnate into"
Death said as she turned around her glass see-through holographic monitor.
"Andromeda galaxy, xeno races, fighting each other for supremacy, fallen empires, leviathans, extragalactic threats, and a shit load of ancient mysteries waiting to be recovered..."
I muttered out the displayed information as I took out my pack of cigarettes popped one into my mouth, and lit up with my zip lighter, the more I read the darker my expression became.
"Death are you pulling my leg? I said I wanted to live my second life in a carefree and leisurely manner and experience all the pleasures life can offer, not fight for my life in some kind of god-forsaken galaxy!"
I couldn't help but complain.
Upon hearing this Death started irritatedly scratching her black as abyss hair tied into a ponytai hair with white strands falling over her eyes.
"Asshole! Do you want to reincarnate or not?! Also, it's not like I'm not going to reward you properly for all those excellent years of service."
Death said angrily as she placed her vape's head between her plump black lips.
"What kind of rewards are we talking about exactly?"
I asked curiously as my interest got peeked after hearing Death mention rewards.
"Well if I convert your one hundred thousand years of service it's more than enough to turn you into a cheat protagonist."
Upon hearing this my inner weeb that over thousands of years of utter boredom evolved into an ultimate edge lord woke up from its slumber causing my imagination to start working at a light speed.
"First of all I want my new body to look exactly according to my preferences with extra benefits, second I want an ultimate system that can summon anything I want starting from a basic gunpowder to a space dreadnought armed to the teeth, third I want to keep the psionic power that I accumulated over the years, fourth I want..."
I worded out my conditions as I extended my clenched fingers one by one causing Death to almost puke out blood after hearing just the first three.
"Anything else?"
Death asked with a murderous tone in her voice while grinding her teeth as she was giving it all to reign in the anger building up in her.
"Oh yeah I also want you to become my waifu"
I said with a straight face and indifferent tone as I puffed out a cloud of smoke from my mouth.
"That's it I've had it with you! I'm going to beat the living s*it out of you! You son of a b*tch!"
Death roared at me as she jumped onto me and started beating the crap out of me without me being able to fight back against her strength, agility, and endurance until I was black and blue all over.