The idea of having his own blood was something he had been craving for decades. Even though it always ended with affliction. Since being fifty, he has been researching having his own child. And he used multiple crafts, but he always failed.
There was also a time when he thought of having a uterus. Thinking about what others commented, he discarded the idea.
He had to be cautious around others; hence, Eros had to wear multiple clothes and a pair of gloves most of the time to ensure other safety. She was his last hope!
Speaking of Veronica, she was winning the match. It turned out that the grandma was too vulnerable to knock her out.
"Girl, this is not over yet." With hatred in her eyes, Grandma Agatha jabbed at her chin.
Instinctively, Veronica tucked down and targeted her stomach. With the force of five elephants, the girl hit her chest.
Swiftly, Granny fell backward and started coughing up blood. The impact was so violent that it broke her ribs. With zero vitality and stamina, she was unconscious for a moment.
Veronica coldly laughed while watching the lady. " You have given so much trauma to me, Agatha! I will make sure you experience the same thing."
She started kicking her leg over and over until she heard the cracking of bones. Granny begged for mercy which was music to her ears.
"How do you feel, Agatha? Long ago, you crushed a 10-year-old boy's bone like that and made him crippled." Her voice was full of anger.
A very few knew that Agatha was the chief operator of the Red Hunters. Her job was to experiment with small children to improve their capabilities. Some may have died in the process or been greatly traumatised by torture.
Her attention shifted to the glass table.
*Smash!* She kicked the glass, which broke into a thousand pieces. The glass shards spread across the room.
Veronica took a big chunk of glass and approached with a wicked demeanour.
"No! No! " Agatha crawled while her face was painted in horror. The darkness was spreading over her face, and no escape could be seen.
"I have waited 20 years in my life to kill you. You don't deserve to breathe!" Veronica's eyes were sullen as she recalled those painful moments of being tortured.
There was a time when Grandma pushed her into a tub of acid to see the resistance. Because of that, her whole body became charred. She lost her hair while her skin was ripped off. Her vision and appetite vanished for a couple of months.
Thankfully, her ability to regenerate actually saved her life.
Grandma looked away as glass came to her eyes. She was trying to break free from her claws as her eyelids closed instinctively.
A few seconds passed, and nothing happened.
Grandma opened her eyes to see the bunny girl, who was stopped midway. Her muscles relaxed for a moment.
Grinning, Veronica swiftly pierced the glass with her eyes. It stuck to the eyeball, eroding her vision. Before she could speak, she felt a hard object in her eye. It made her heartbeat stop for a couple of seconds.
Silence!
The next moment, her screeching followed, which was satisfying to her. "Ahhhhhh. "The blood started oozing from Grandma's eyes. Her fragile body is paralysed by despair.
Watching it, Veronica's heart was lucid. This wasn't the end of her adversity. She wanted to torment her over and over so that Grandma would beg to kill her.
"You know, I always wonder if a wicked woman like you does cry or not. It turns out you have emotions."
She took out the glass slab from her eye. The pool of crimson blood was oozing through her eyes. Veronica's lips curled up in amusement.
"Where should I begin? Your arms or legs." She asked.
Agatha grasped in her senses as her limbs were convulsing in dread.
"Who are you? " Grandma's voice was barely audible.
V fifty six removed her wig. Her silver hair glistened in the light, with some blood on her face. She was looking grim reaper yet delicate.
"You! You! How could -—"
*Pah!* Before she could utter a word, Veronica hit her cheek.
"Stop yapping, bitch." She wasn't in the mood to listen to her nonsense again. The damage had already been done, so it wasn't worth mentioning.
V-Fifty-six got a brilliant idea to end her execution. To carve her masterpiece into her body. Before that, she heard someone's footsteps.
'How is it possible?' That was going on in her mind, as she had already eradicated the security guard. She stood up anxiously and paced towards the door.
*Creak! * The door opened!
V fifty six welcomed the uninvited guest with a fist. However, the guest blocked it with his palm.
The stranger commented, "Quite feisty you are. "
She recognised his face; it was none other than Eros, her master. Looking closely, her master looked quite average.
Eros entered the room, carrying a foldable chair in his left hand. He noticed her confused expression, which made his lips widen. She distanced herself a little.
"My lovely slave, you made me wait." He exclaimed, and he put the chair in the centre.
Eros observed the room, which was completely vandalised : the table, chairs, a television, and decorative items were completely crushed. His eyes went to her apparel, which was quite appealing as well as sensational.
"You look ravishing in a bunny costume." He complimented her, and a deep sensation rose to touch her.
Veronica crossed her hand while being asked in a sceptical tone. "What are you doing here?"
"Tch! " He clicked his tongue and replied, "I wanted to see you last time before leaving Cas. "
She didn't ask further questions. "I hope you don't meddle with my business. "
Eros raised his hands, clearly showing he wasn't interested in that. The main objective was to get to know her more instead of hopping on other business.
His keen eyes stared at the corpse, which was in a state of unconsciousness. It didn't take him seconds to realise what happened here.
"What heinous deed the old lady had done to you? You made her like that. "
Veronica kept her lips shut, paced, and then continued drawing her trap.
Eros silently observed the abominable calligraphy; his eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. Eros believed a man could only torture when someone was brutally hurt or had completely lost his brain. There was no middle ground.
"Such a peculiar way to torture someone." Eros couldn't comment himself. The girl was illustrating despite being bleeding. The dedication showed how much she detested her.
Veronica changed to a grim expression. "You are disturbing my craftsman. Be quiet!" She said it in a flat tone. ``And slaves are not allowed to have any weapons, so I am being creative here. "
Eros nodded! The diagram she was making on her body was not random but a kind of torture magic circle. It used to torture mutants or mages while keeping them alive.
He shifted his attention to his wrist watch, pressed on the weapon inventory. There were many weapons: spears, long swords, blades, machetes, grande, and also TNT. "
[You have activated inventory, Lord Eros.]
He clicked on the blade.
[Grandmaster Eros has chosen a blade. The blade will be delivered soon.]
Suddenly, a rune diagram from the M2 appeared over his head. The blade dropped on his head as he smiled. He spinned the blade a few times and struck mid air.
Veronica, on the other hand, couldn't help but amuse herself after seeing an amazing spell.
"What is this spell name? "
Eros' jaw dropped to hear that. Were slaves not taught about inventory transportation techniques?
"That's not a spell, but rather an M2 magic invention. "
Her expression revealed she hadn't had a clue about it.
"M2 magic inventions do not require users to have mana. The device I am using has two last periodical elements. Or, in other words, magical stones. My wrist watch is a normal one that has implanted stones to make it effective. With that, I can store any object and retrieve it. "
Eros wrist watch cost a fortune, as he humbly said it. "Anyone can have it as long as they can afford it. "
"Ohhh. In our time, we have had to use magic runes to do such things. Technology is so advanced now. "
Eros broke out in a cold sweat as he perceived her words. The man who was the oldest had knowledge about it, and she didn't. Something fishy is here.
As he was commenting, Eros heard
Someone is approaching here. It seemed Cas security guards were approaching.
"Your friends are coming! "