Page 56 of Unholy Fate

Neff just whimpered, fueling her rage. I exchanged a glance with Aziz. We were both growing impatient with this spineless worm.His eyes darted around to all of us like some terrified rat in a cage.

I stepped forward, my tone icy. “Enough of this. Let’s make him pay.” I looked at Neff, and lifted an eyebrow. “Do you haveanyidea how much practice we’ve had in making sinners pay?”

An acrid smell assaulted my nose, and looked down to see that the piece of shit had pissed himself. A dark stain spreading across his pants and dripping down the legs to the floor.

“Disgusting,” I muttered.

Aziz and I let our demon forms take over, human disguises falling away, vanishing in a flash. Neff’s eyes widened, taking in the bulging muscles, colored skin, the horns, bone ridges, and the thick monstrous cocks that hung between our legs. Lifting our hands the wicked sharp claws extended, showing him razor-like talons.

“No,”he shrieked, trying to yank his hands from the chains. He thrashed his head back and forth. “This isn’t happening. This is a dream.” He clamped his eyes shut, squeezing tears down his cheeks as he did.

Stepping forward, I extended a sharp claw toward his eye. “Oh, I assure you, dear James. It mostdefinitelyis happening.”

I grasped his face with my other hand, holding it steady as I used my talon to slice at the eyelid of his right eye, peeling it away in a rush of blood and screams. His cries went from terrified to agonized in a split second.

“I don’t want you to miss a moment of this,” I whispered, and finished slicing off both his eyelids.

Manic uncontrollable bellows of pain erupted from his mouth, blood poured down turning his eyeballs into crimson orbs that rolled wildly in their sockets.

“Pleasepleasepleaseplease…” he went on yelping that same work over and over as if it would do anything.

“Do you like what you see so far?” I asked, glancing at Evelyn.

She stared at the other man, a mixture of horror, terror, and…what? Excitement? Satisfaction? She hesitated for a moment before giving me a shaky nod, tears still tracing rivers down her cheeks.

“Make him hurt. Make him hurt like he hurt me,” she hissed through gritted teeth.

“It will be our pleasure,” Aziz growled.

I moved the magically summoned chains to his wrists and ankles, the hell chains pulling him taut, spread eagle in the air. He was openly sobbing now, eyes still coated in blood. I could imagine him seeing us in a red haze.

With a swipe of my hand, I clawed down his front shredding his clothes, and leaving shallow cuts on his chest and belly. He made a strangled yipping sound of surprise and pain as I did it two more times, leaving his shirt in tatters, his pale fish white belly and man tits showing through.

Aziz knelt and did the same to his pants, working feverishly and with less grace than I’d shown, blood spattered the floor and in less than five minutes the child molester lay basically naked, his shriveled cock and balls nothing but a small knot of flesh between his legs. Dozens of thin red lines painted his body from us cutting away his clothes.

“Evelyn? Would you like to start things off?” I said.

Her eyes were wide, manic and verging on psychotic as she stepped forward, nodding. With a single swift, vicious, and well placed kick she slammed her foot into his balls.

Neff’s face went as red as the blood oozing from his eyes, almost purple, as he tried to collapse, but the chains held him aloft. A string of spit hung from his lips.

“Does that hurt?” I asked, lowering my voice so that it rumbled deep in my chest. “Let me take care of that for you.”

Reaching forward, I cupped his scrotum, digging my claws in, barely breaking the skin behind his shriveled sack. If he’d still had lids on them, his eyes would have bulged out in horror, instead, he swung them to meet my gaze, peering into the depths of the universe that sat in my own eyes. Galaxies and stars swirling away in the black.

Staring into his eyes, I slowly closed my fist, digging my talons deeper into the skin; blood pooled in my palm as they sank deeper. Neff’s mouth fell open, a silent scream, he wasn’t even able to suck in a breath to actually cry out as I cut away his manhood.

Digging deeper even more, my claws grated against tendons, ligaments, and sliced through muscle. Aziz stood watching, chuckling faintly as I worked. When my nails finally touched, I winked at Neff, then twisted and yanked. A spray of blood fanned out from his ruined crotch as I lifted the torn away cock and balls to his eyes.

The man looked like he’d gone mad with pain and agony, hiccupping gagging cries poured from his mouth until he leaned his head forward and vomited, a stream of bile and half-digestedfood poured from his mouth, I managed to dodge it, and then tossed his genitals away, licking his blood from my fingers after.

“Tastes like shit,” I said. “Should have known.

“He’s gonna bleed out,” Aziz said, nodding to the blood flooding from the gaping wound in the man’s crotch.

“Not so fast,” I said, and touched a finger to the wound.

A flash of fire burst from my fingers, the smell of sulfur and burnt coal flooded the room, and a wave of flames cascaded across the wound, burning the flesh, and cauterizing the arteries and veins within. As he was scorched by hellfire, Neff finally found his voice again, letting out a gut-wrenching scream.

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