"Alright If you have any more questions ask now"
I said as I almost finished my cup of coffee, for a moment Morgana wracked her brain to think of another question only for her gaze to land on my neck scar.
"Imperator, that scar on youre neck I feel like there's a story behind It can you elaborate on it?
Morgana asked while pointing with her Index finger at my scar as she did I subconsciously touched it, Immeadiattly a flood of memories assaulted my mind.
...
2082
Earth
"So he's still not talking?"
The officer responsible for Dracula's interrogation asked as he looked at his filthy and bloody naked tattoed mangled body with a missing arm and leg with tourniquets over the bloody stumps 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.
As 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 after remembering that if he didn't complete his mission he would get executed by a firing squad for his dereliction of duty.
As 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 as he dropped the hammer and walked in front of Dracula and was about to punch him to wake him up 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!"
MC POV
The officer raored as he punched my face with all the strength he could muster in a fit of anger causing me to spit out some blood from my toothless mouth and look up at him.
As I did the officer got scarred shitless and collapsed onto his ass after looking into my dead-looking bloodshot green eye in which he swore he saw howling wraiths and demons who tried their hardest to escape from my 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 roared 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 will the rescue squad come first or would I die first?
I thought as I smiled causing the two soldiers to get creeped out as f*ck while my vision was rapidly getting dark only for the sound of explosions and gunshots to ring out all of a sudden.
Boom! Bang! Bang! Bang!
"Bravo to Hotel Quebec REAPER secured waiting for extraction over!"
"Copy Bravo ETA 2 mike over."
I heard one of the soldiers from my special operations forces core report into his radio as a paramedic and three other soldiers placed me onto a mat.
"F*cking animals! Sob... Goddamn f*ckers! Sob... I'm going to f*cking kill them all! Sob..."
"Lilith..."
I muttered out my adopted sister's voice who followed In my footsteps and joined the military at the age of 18 voice after hearing her curse while sobbing from seeing the state of my body.
As I finally lost consciousness while the paramedic and other 3 soldiers who carried me on the mat and the other soldiers geared up In black coating covered exoskeleton armor ran out of the interrogation facility towards the open field.
END OF MC POV
After getting Dracula into the sci-fi-looking helicopter which had landed at the same time that the special forces squad arrived.
The paramedic with the help of other soldiers attached medical cables to his chest and started treating his wounds only for his already critical vitals to drop to zero.
"Drac don't die! Sob... Don't you f*cking dare die on me!"
Lilith sobbed as she banged Dracula's unmoving chest while the medical monitor showed nothing but straight lines.
"Charge the defibrillator and give him a shot of adrenaline!"
The paramedic roared as she pushed on the verge of mental brake down Lilith away.
After trying to restart Dracula's heart for a whole 4 minutes the paramedic finally gave up and as she did nothing but the sound of the helicopter's rotating blades and the sound of Liliths sobbing was left.
While all the other soldiers remained silent but the wrath inside them that they were feeling because of the death of their commander and the way he was tortured was threatening to consume their minds.
"F*ck I couldn't save him in the end."
The paramedic cursed under her breath as tears streaked down her cheeks, because Dracula was more their highest-ranking NCO to each of them.
He was their father whom some of them never had, a brother who was more of a brother than a blood one, and a friend you could always count on.
...
"That scar,"
I began as I pinched the bridge of my nose while my breathing and heart rate quickened which didn't go unnoticed by Morgana and the netizens.
F*ck so I died and I had an adopted little sister, f*ck once I found out who the f*ck Is messing with my memories I'll f*cking tear them to pieces.
I cursed In my mind.
"Is a reminder of a dark chapter in my life..."
I began as I pulled out a pack of cigarettes from my pants pockets, stuffed one between my lips, and lit It up.
"...you see, Miss Schmit, I wasn't always the bloodthirsty and heartless Imperator you see before you, there was a time then I was just a clueless child full of hope for the future yet uncuroptted by the life around me."
Morgana leaned forward, captivated by my words, while her cameraman adjusted his equipment to capture every nuance of another fabricated story.
"My father, Emperor Alucard Von Death, was a c*nt of a man, he was obese, greedy, murderous, and lustful among many other vices that had too permitted Into every Terran Empires nook and cranny."
I said as I exhaled a cloud of smoke.
"My mother was a maid that appeared at the wrong time and In the wrong place, long story short she got raped and died during my childbirth"
"Leaving me behind as an unwanted bastard surrounded by my siblings whom I had a lot, In the end, I too found myself In the wrong place at the wrong time"