Chapter -5.
"Not too shabby, Dementor," Lester remarked, his spirits lifting as he scanned the seven pieces of information that flashed before him on the interface.
He hadn't anticipated the Dementor could be so useful, aiding him in intimidating other inmates to rack up fear points.
At first, Lester found Dementors to be nothing but dark creatures he disliked, but now he was beginning to see the advantages of having them as guards in the prison.
Meanwhile, a muscular man, who had just been stabbed in the thigh once more, was in severe agony, his face twisted in pain.
Yet, with the Dementor keeping a close eye on him, the muscular man had no choice but to silently endure his suffering.
The only sign of his distress was the quivering of his body.
Invisible to everyone around him, Lester stood by the muscular man's bed, wearing a wicked grin.
The muscular man had brought this upon himself; he must have seriously offended Lester.
Now that he had crossed the line, it was time for a decisive move!
Lester believed in getting to the root of the issue.
With a stone knife tightly held in his hand, he thrust it deep into the muscular man's abdomen.
The sharp blade quickly pierced through the skin of the muscular man's belly, penetrating deeply.
"Thud!"
The sound of the knife entering flesh resonated through the room, causing all who were present to shudder.
"Stop, please stop!" Many prisoners cried out, witnessing the muscular man's dire situation, trembling in fear.
Lester might be small in stature, but his actions were truly ruthless.
The Dementor remained at its post, while he was here stabbing a man; wasn't that a bit too bold?
Noticing the disturbance, the Dementor took a step back, turned around, and focused directly on the suffering muscular man.
In that moment, the muscular man found himself at a loss for words to convey his pain. He knew that remaining silent in front of the Dementor was his best chance for survival, yet he couldn't endure Lester's relentless attacks.
As the Dementor stared at him, the strong man clenched his teeth, straining not to make a sound.
One second passed, then two, then three.
Holding back the pain, he managed to stay silent until the Dementor finally turned away without saying a word.
"Ha!" Both the strong man and the other prisoners breathed a sigh of relief, instinctively.
But just then, a white pillow from the bottom bunk suddenly lifted itself into the air and crashed forcefully against the back of the Dementor.
"No!!!"
The strong man, whose eyes were scratched by Lester, was bewildered by the turn of events.
However, the other inmates clearly saw the pillow soaring towards the Dementor.
As they watched the pillow still buzzing through the air, the other six prisoners felt a wave of hopelessness wash over them.
They had thought that having a 10-year-old kid in their cell would mean they could bully him for some amusement in their monotonous lives.
But they never anticipated that this little troublemaker would be so audacious and strike out with such intensity.
The flying pillow sliced through the Dementor's form and slammed hard against the wall in front of it.
In that moment, everyone in the cell held their breath in terror, trying to shrink away from the wrath of the Dementor.
True enough, after being hit by the pillow, the Dementor seemed momentarily taken aback, before an expression of anger slowly crept across its hidden face.
It never expected that there would still be a prisoner in Azkaban daring enough to assault it.
With a sudden gust of icy air, the Dementor turned sharply to locate the source of the pillow.
It found the muscular man lying on the bed, covered in wounds and looking utterly terrified.
"Woohoo!"
The enraged Dementor immediately assumed that the strong man had just attacked it with the pillow.
After all, he was the only one who could reach it, and there was no one else nearby to have thrown it—could it possibly be an invisible person?
According to the rules governing the Dementors and the Ministry of Magic, if a prisoner attacks a guard in Azkaban, that guard has the right to consume the prisoner's soul. The thought of feasting on a delicious soul brightened the Dementor's mood considerably.
Wrapping its tattered cloak around itself, the Dementor drifted slowly toward the strong man, its worn cloak rustling ominously in the breeze.
Meanwhile, the strong man, still clutching his wound and trembling in agony, suddenly froze in fear.
He felt an icy presence drawing closer, as if he had plunged into a freezing abyss, feeling bone-chilling cold.
After more than a year in Azkaban, he recognized this as the distinct sensation of a Dementor closing in on him.
"No!" As the Dementor approached, the strong man disregarded the blood seeping from his wounds and stumbled backward.
He backed up until he hit the wall behind him, then came to an abrupt halt.
Not rushing to consume the strong man's soul, the Dementor instead relished the game of cat and mouse, watching as the strong man retreated in terror.
Eventually, after struggling to move, the strong man exhausted all his energy and slumped helplessly into the corner of the bed.
"Woohoo!"
Seeing that the strong man had given up, the Dementor lost interest and floated toward him.
The tattered black cloak began to envelop the strong man's head, while the Dementor leaned in closer.
Witnessing this terrifying act, the other prisoners trembled with fear.
"The Kiss of the Dementor!!"
As a dark creature, the Dementor possessed the frightening ability known as the Kiss of the Dementor.
This enables it to devour human souls, transforming them into sustenance for itself.
A human whose soul has been captured by a Dementor becomes like a wandering corpse, devoid of consciousness and existing in a daze until death claims them.
Soon after, the strong man, covered by the black cloak, began to tremble violently and then fell completely lifeless.
Clearly, the strong man, who had been thought to have attacked the guard, had his soul devoured by the Dementor.
…
It was only when the satisfied Dementor closed the cell door and turned to leave that the inmates finally let out a collective sigh of relief.
However, even though the Dementor had departed, they didn't dare lower their guard.
They hadn't forgotten that there was someone even more terrifying than the Dementor in the prison, watching them closely.
Someone who could remain hidden from the Dementors' eyes, merciless and lethal, striking with deadly accuracy.
Even though they couldn't see the invisible Lester now, they all understood that from that moment on, Azkaban had welcomed a true ruler.
A ruler who was just ten years old yet could invoke fear among the most wicked of prisoners!
TL/N : Reading this? add to library, and throw some power stones!!