Attention this chapter Will have rape and Murder in It ,if you are not comfortable do not read
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Baalkaroth's pov:
The more I look at him , the more I am confused. During my long existence, thousands went and came asking for power; their aims to achieve with it, were numerous themselves too. Some wished to attain power for the sake of it, others tried to use it to attain riches and luxury, others even used it to protect their loved one.As fickle as it may sound .
Despite my best efforts, I cannot comprehend the desires of this mortal. He claims to only want a comfortable life, yet I can sense his thirst for blood. His eyes gleamed with malicious delight as he beheaded one of my own kind.
But what truly angers me is his infuriating caution. He is aware that if he were to summon my power, I would surely plot against him.
Enemies bound together in a fragile truce. Every fiber of my being longs to lash out and destroy him, but I must bide my time and wait for the opportune moment to strike back.
His eyes betray his doubt and wariness as he regards me with suspicion. But what makes this loathsome creature even more exasperating is the fact that he has no discernible weakness for me to exploit. He shows little interest in riches or women, and though he enjoys alcohol, it is not a habit that can be used against him. And to make matters worse, he seems to have no loved ones that I could threaten in order to bend him to my will. Even if he did, I can see in his eyes that he would never sacrifice his own well-being for theirs.
I pushed away thoughts of my past and instead focused on indulging in the gift he had bestowed upon me. It was a feast fit for royalty, with nearly one hundred souls to satiate my hunger. I couldn't recall the last time I had such a glorious banquet.
My mouth watered at the mere thought of the succulent meal ahead. As I approached the designated location, I could sense the debauchery emanating from it - a mixture of lust, hate, and fear.
With a wicked grin, I slipped into the shadows of the house and took in the scene before me. Men throwing themselves at each other, taking pleasure in dominating their brethren. The tears of their victims were no more than insignificant droplets, as unimportant as ants being trampled underfoot.
The stench of the sweaty bodies mixed with the musky smell of the women who were forced into actions they never desired.
A chorus of moans and grunts echoed through the room, intertwined with the screams of the helpless women.
And then I appeared. The men were the first to notice me and a wave of terror washed over them like a dark cloud. They froze, their eyes wide with fear.Causing them to stop in the midst of their debauchery....
The women, on the other hand, seemed almost robotic in their responses. Their faces devoid of emotion, as if they had long ago given up on fighting against their fate.
Such sins, such depravity...the thirst for more was insatiable. I could not satisfy it by just watching anymore. With a swipe of my claws, I entered the fray, limbs being cut off and impaled as I brought them inside me to feed. The taste was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that never failed to ignite my hunger even more.
Truly humans are the best meal to have out of all of creation.
The once lively room now filled with chaos and despair was slowly silencing as the dread and fear of my presence began to envelop the remaining bandits. Their screams echoed through the stable.
I opened my mouth, revealing rows of sharp, glistening teeth, and my thick serpentine tongue darted out in anticipation. The air tasted sweet and promising, tinged with the remnants of my previous meal.
With a flick of my gaze, I surveyed the carnage around me. Torn limbs and mangled bodies that littered the ground; were no more. A feral grin spread across my face as I reveled in the aftermath of my feast, a primal joy coursing through my veins. These foolish beings were no match for me, and now they were nothing but mere scraps for me to savor.
Stepping out into the open air, I felt the cold wind on my face and the solid earth beneath my feet. Favian sat ahead of the fireplace, playing with a stick as he drank from one of the bottles near the fire. The flickering flames cast shadows across his features, highlighting his bored look.
''Have you finished your experiments?'' I asked as my gaze fell on him
''Yes, it's completed,'' he replied, not even bothering to look at me as he casually sipped from a glass of wine, fucking arrogant mortal...
''Well, the end result is over there,'' he gestured lazily towards a mutilated figure on the ground - a once muscular man with limbs haphazardly severed, missing a nose and an ear. ''If you're hungry, feel free to indulge.''
Without a word, I approached the mangled body, using my sharp claws as a makeshift bowl to gather the pieces of flesh. As I consumed the entire carcass, I could sense the fear that had radiated from the victim when they encountered him. It was a fitting end to this macabre feast.
''Now what?'' I murmured, looking around with a tinge of regret as I finished the last bite of my meal. Favian heard my question but took a moment to respond, downing his drink in one go before carelessly tossing the bottle away, shattering it into dozens of glittering shards on the ground. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he finally spoke three words:
''We burn everything...''
Soon chaos erupted around us as thick smoke and towering flames engulfed the camp. The roar of the inferno drowned out all other sounds, filling my ears with its intense crackling and popping. It was like standing in the heart of an untamed beast, wild and destructive.Just like at home...