Page 118 of Scars and Burns

Extending my magic. Black smoke evaporating into their skin. Burning them from the inside out. Sweat lines all of their brows. Their skin begins to melt slowly off of their bones. Their screams echoing throughout the cave. Coming back at us in full force. But their screams have only begun.

I thought about skinning them alive but I still need to meet with Saphrina this evening. And I don’t have the patience nor the time to scrub away their blood.

This is not the end of their torture. Melting their flesh, leaving their skin sagging off their bones. To walk through life physically as the ball-less failures they are. I take it a step further.

Unleashing my black flames into three whips. I wrap an end of each around their testicles. Burning and searing them.

Receiving blood curdling cries from all of them.The screams arewarranted. I am currently castrating them. The smell of burning flesh fills the air. Smoke seeping into their eyes.

They all pissed themselves one last time, while they still can with a dick attached.

My magic ceases as their most prized possessions fall to the ground. The only sound that fills the air is their pathetic whimpers.

With a wave of my hand they disappear.

Turning back towards King Elio. Shock and disgust on his face.

“W-where did you send them?”

“To the Forest of Despair. They won’t last long, but longer than they deserve.”

“So, the rumors are true. You are worse than your Father. Torturing and killing to no end. Ruthless and malicious in everything that you do.”

I walk over to him. Standing face to face, only a few feet away. “Of the two of us, I would say I am the lesser of two evils. I’ve never had to force myself upon someone in order to get what I want.”

“You think I actually wanted her.”

I grimace. So he was just going to rape her for what reason, if he did not actually want her. I don’t say anything. Knowing he will explain himself. Wanting to preserve his self-dignity.

“I just needed to get her pregnant. Hide her away long enough to harness a new heir then kill her and steal her power for myself. I would have come up with an explanation of how or where I came across the child. Taking it in, raising it as my own. I would have looked like a generous, loving king and it would have inherited her power.”

If that is the case he has to know she has a complete Goddess mark. Probably from the same night I saw it for the first time.

He was just going to defile her. To use her for his own gain.

“Queen Freya’s power not enough for you?”

His eyes gawk open.

I smile once again at him. Relishing the look on his face. “Yes, I was there. Lurking in the shadows. Watching as she overpowered you. Threatened you. Hearing you profess the love you once had for her. Only for you to stab her directly through the heart and lie right to Dinalia’s face when she confronted you.”

He bares his teeth at me. “I knew you were there. The comment you made at the Greeting. It wasn’t a coincidence.”

“No, King Elio, it was not. I needed to distract you, catch you off guard. And that worked like a charm. Not to mention the deadly glare you received from Dinalia. I’m sure she still suspects you were involved.”

“Of course she does. She worshiped the ground her Mother walked on and I have never given her a reason to trust me. Nor would I ever. She is a worthless, mixed blooded disgrace.”

I shoot forward. My hand instantly finds his throat. His eyes begin to turn red, his face turning purple. He’s gagging under my grasp. I’m tempted to kill him right now. How fucking dare he say such vile things about her.

About my estrella.

But I can’t. He is not mine to kill.

I release his throat. He sucks in air for what feels like an eternity. Being far more dramatic than necessary.

“Why do you care? Who is she to you?”

I take my shirt off and reveal my Goddess mark. His eyes harden into stone.

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