by : BlackbeardtheBear
A fierce storm raged through the capital of Arakeal, with torrential rain and thunderous roars. The once grand Flameheart mansion had become a battlefield of death. Cassian's soldiers, driven by rage and frenzied orders, stormed the mansion with extreme violence.
What was once a symbol of grandeur now lay in a horrifying state of bloodshed. Soldiers breached through shattered doors and broken windows, the crashing sounds of destruction drowning out the screams of victims. Every nook and cranny of the mansion was filled with the bodies of those mercilessly slaughtered.
Women and children were seized without mercy. Some had their heads severed and left in ghastly states. Others were hanged and left to be pelted by the relentless rain, their shriveled and twisted bodies a grotesque sight. Some endured unspeakable sexual violence before being left in unimaginable conditions. At times, the corpses were violated repeatedly, with soldiers using the bodies as outlets for their own depravity, reducing them to mere objects of lust.
The actions within the Flameheart mansion depicted the most excruciating cruelty. Cassian's soldiers showed no regard for the pleas of the victims. They followed orders with unrelenting brutality. What unfolded within the mansion was a display of unbounded evil, with any sense of morality abandoned. Death and suffering became part of the dark, brutal night.
But the storm that brought darkness to Arakeal showed no sign of relenting. Cassian's soldiers continued their ruthless operations within the Flameheart mansion. The violence was a terrifying spectacle that desecrated humanity.
The screams of those being exterminated became a mournful anthem in the fierce night. Belongings within the mansion were reduced to ashes. Houses were torn apart and violently demolished. Soldiers set fire to buildings with frenzied zeal. Wooden bridges and trees were burned to cinders.
The soldiers not only left the victims' bodies in horrifying states but also inflicted torment on the living by subjecting them to brutal torture. Some were forced to witness the slaughter of their own families. Others were tortured beyond the limits of pain, and some were compelled to watch the brutal killings of friends and relatives.
Every step of the soldiers symbolized death and destruction. The violence expressed was a challenge to the limits of madness and Cassian's twisted power. The survivors faced torment and pain beyond description.
These acts were Cassian's way of sending a message to the capital and the outside world—that his aggression and mercilessness knew no bounds. This violence was not merely punishment for the alleged crimes of Erik but an expression of unchecked power and the malevolence that dominated the mind of its ruler.
It was almost a veiled threat to the nobles, showing them what would happen to their families if they dared to oppose him. Yet the events of the night did not reach the ears of ordinary citizens, as Cassian had ordered false news of a fire at the Flameheart estate.
"Well done!" Cassian said with a chilling smile after hearing a soldier's report.
"But, sir, there are six survivors, Erik Flameheart's siblings," the soldier reported.
"Oh? How many men and how many women?" Cassian asked with a calculating look.
"Two men and four women," the soldier replied.
Cassian paused for a moment before smiling wickedly. He rose from his seat and walked to the large window of his office, overlooking the Flameheart mansion reduced to ashes. He rested his hand on his face and looked down at the soldier who had delivered the news.
"Excellent," Cassian said coldly. "Don't let them escape. Everyone must receive the same lesson as the Flameheart family."
He paused and turned back to the soldier. "Bring them here. The four women and the two remaining men will serve as a clear example."
The soldier grinned wickedly and took the orders before leaving to carry them out.
Cassian returned to his desk and opened documents concerning the management of the capital. He meticulously wrote notes into the papers, his thoughts crystallizing in the direction he wanted. He wanted this event to serve as a lesson to everyone that defiance would face unimaginable cruelty.
"For him..." Cassian murmured softly.
When the soldiers returned with the survivors, they were dragged to the courtyard of the old mansion, still filled with the stench of blood and ashes. They were brought before Cassian, who awaited them.
Cassian looked at them impassively before instructing the soldiers to carry out his plans. "Begin," he said in a low voice. Amid the twisted calm of the dark night, his actions only heightened the horror and dread of the unfolding events.
The soldiers displayed recordings of the events from the night of the Flameheart family's annihilation in front of the survivors.
The four women and two men were forced to witness the massacre at the mansion and endure unrelenting torment. The suffering they faced was meant to be a clear example for anyone who might consider defying Cassian. The pain and despair they endured served as a stark reminder of Cassian's boundless cruelty.
As they endured their torment, Cassian stood nearby, watching the victims' trembling bodies. He smiled slightly, murmuring to himself with satisfaction, "This is a lesson that will never be forgotten... No one will dare challenge my power again."
After the recordings had been shown repeatedly, Cassian ordered them to stop and approached for a closer look.
Cassian grinned sadistically. "Let Erik's siblings take their anger out on him," Cassian laughed. "Let the men be impaled on display, and the women be used as the soldiers' playthings. Ha ha ha!"
The soldiers, eager and brutal, followed Cassian's orders with enthusiasm. They dragged the two men to the courtyard, where they were forced to face their grim fate in what had once been a place of grandeur but was now a stage of suffering.
The soldiers' actions turned into a grotesque display. After impaling the men's heads on poles, their bodies were left to stand in the pouring rain, their spirits overwhelmed by the soldiers' rage and madness.
Meanwhile, the four women were taken to the same courtyard. They were forced to confront the most painful and cruel reality. The acts Cassian ordered upon them were designed to inflict the utmost suffering and showcase his mercilessness.
The women were taken to a specially prepared room, set up for the soldiers' use as Cassian had intended. The soldiers, driven by lust, complied with orders without hesitation. The fear and despair in the women's eyes filled the room with a sense of profound sorrow and lamentation.
Cassian stood in a vantage point where he could see all the actions unfold. He smiled with malevolent satisfaction at the scene, murmuring to himself, "There must be more... more... For the Seraphil, for him!"
As the torment continued, the four women were subjected to horrific sexual violence. Their faces were filled with an unimaginable pain, their bodies marked by wounds and the soldiers' depravity. Cassian continued to smile wickedly, reveling in the perverse pleasure of the scene.
Cassian's actions not only left indelible memories of horror in the victims but also instilled fear in every noble who heard of the atrocity. The unrelenting cruelty became a symbol of a tyrannical rule, unprecedented in its brutality.
"For him!!" Cassian shouted frenziedly.