Beast Evolution Forge

Chapter 82 Battle 9

The sight of the single black wing, so out of place yet so perfectly fitting on his back, stole the breath from Mother's lungs. The horn protruding from his forehead pulsed with a dark light, mirroring the wicked gleam in his eyes. She knew, with a chilling certainty, that she had made a terrible mistake. This was no longer a battle, it was a slaughter, and she was the prey.

"I... I don't understand," she stammered, her voice a mere whisper, her hands trembling slightly. She was the ruler of this section, the source of all its power, yet in this moment, she felt utterly powerless. The fear was raw, visceral, something she had never experienced before... not from a human at least

He laughed, a deep, chilling sound that resonated with pure, unadulterated joy. It wasn't a laugh of amusement, it was a laugh of a predator who had cornered its quarry. His teeth, sharpened into fangs, were now fully exposed, a gruesome smile stretching across his face. "This is incredible, so much power at my command... look at you...trembling like a rat, where is all that confidence you showed earlier, you even called me arrogant, remember?"

He took a step toward her, and she flinched, her body recoiling from his presence. He was no longer just a powerful opponent, he was something else entirely, something... monstrous. The purr that had vibrated from his chest was gone, replaced by a low growl that sent shivers down her spine.

He extended his hand, his newly formed claws glinting in the red light of the room. "Tell me, how does it feel to be on the other side? To be the one who is afraid?" His voice was soft, almost a caress, yet the words carried a weight of menace that made her heart race.

She didn't answer but the shaking in her hands gave away her emotions.

With a speed that defied her perception, he appeared in front of her, his claws grazing her cheek, leaving a thin line of blood on her pale skin. He grabbed her by the throat, his grip surprisingly gentle yet unyielding. "I've always hated being controlled," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "You made me remember that." Explore hidden tales at My Virtual Library Empire@@@@

He lifted her off the ground, his eyes filled with a predatory gleam. "I'm going to make you suffer," he said, his voice a mix of pleasure and malice. "Not just physically, but in every single way you can imagine. You took something from me, and now, I'm going to take everything from you."

She was no longer screaming, her voice reduced to a weak whimper. She was broken, mutilated, her once-pristine form now a mangled mess.

He continued his torturous dance, his movements fueled by a dark, insatiable glee. He tore off her skin, exposing the muscle and bone beneath, his face twisted into a rictus of pure pleasure. He ripped open her chest, tearing out her heart, just as she had done to him, crushing it in his hand, the blood splattering on his face, feeling like a warm kiss.

He stood over her broken form, his body trembling with excitement. He was covered in her blood, his claws dripping with gore. His eyes glowed with a dark, inhuman light, his expression filled with a cruel, satisfied grin.

"Is that all?" he asked, his voice a mere whisper, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Are you ready to die now?"

He plunged his sword into her body, the dark energy surging through her form, tearing it apart from the inside out. Her body twisted, her limbs contorting in unnatural ways, and with a final, shuddering breath, she went still.

He ripped his sword out of her, letting her body fall onto the cold stone floor. He looked at her mangled corpse, his chest heaving, his body trembling, a smile never leaving his face. He had done it. He had finally gotten his revenge.

The single black wing on his back disappeared, his body changing back to normal, the horn receding back into his forehead. He looked at his hands, still covered in blood, a soft chuckle escaping his lips.

"That... was fun," he whispered, licking the blood from his fingers. He looked around the ruined throne room, his eyes now filled with a strange calm. The once-oppressive presence of Mother was gone, replaced by a silence that was both eerie and liberating.

The fight was his.