Screams escaped Victor's mouth, his voice now cracked from how much he was screaming. Blood was dripping from his thighs, hands and face.
"P-please, I do not know anything." The rogue whispered in pain.
"Wrong answer rogue." Azreal said, digging his nails into the man's forearm, making another agonizing scream escape his lips. This had been going on for hours, but Azreal was yet to get a single vital information from the rogue, it seemed he was just wasting his time questioning the rogue.
"Fuck! You bastard." Victor screamed, blood dripping from his lips.
"I think he does not truly know anything." Sevastian spoke for the first time in hours.
"I am beginning to realize that too, he is just repeating the dumb words of 'he' being a savior, a messiah." Azreal responded, pulling his nails out of the man's body and wiping the blood off with a white cloth.
