The Slayer Ascension: Cursed and Blessed.-Chapter 75: Unanswered Plea
"Shouldn't you beg on your knees?"
Gazel grabbed Crian by the head and slammed him down.
The impact was brutal. The ground caved in beneath him. His knees hit first, then his legs buckled. Bone cracked. Fractured. Nearly snapping apart.
Agony swirled through him like fire.
Still, he forced it down.
"Please… let me live. Just this once. I beg you. I have a wife. A child. They are waiting for me to return."
His voice broke.
"Please. Please. Please."
He begged with everything he had left.
Gazel watched him with mild amusement.
The smile on his face widened slightly.
It was not a smile that promised mercy.
It promised the opposite.
He leaned closer, voice dropping to a near whisper.
"No. You will die."
A pause.
"But first… some torture will do."
One of his nails elongated, turning dark and sharp.
He pierced Crian straight through the chest.
Crian's vision blurred instantly. A sharp, stinging pain exploded through his nerves.
It was just a pierce.
Why did it hurt so much?
His mind screamed under the pressure.
There was no saving him.
Gazel grinned and began.
Bones were crushed one by one.
Slowly.
Methodically.
Each snap louder than the last.
One of Crian's eyes was gouged out. His screams rose higher, more desperate, more broken with every passing second. Blood soaked the ground beneath him, mixing with dirt and shattered stone.
He fainted from the overwhelming pain.
A sharp slap brought him back.
Back into hell.
Minutes dragged on.
Endless.
By the time the light finally drained from Crian's remaining eye, there was nothing left inside him.
He was shattered.
Completely.
Gazel stood over the broken body and sighed lightly.
"Well. You are no fun now."
With a casual swipe across the throat, he ended it.
Silence.
Then he turned his gaze toward the next person in line.
Then he turned his gaze toward the next person in line.
San was curled up, eyes shut tight, hands over his ears. He did not even know his partner was dead.
"Please help. Somebody help!" he cried.
No one was coming.
The sound in this place had already been neutralized. Their meticulous preparation ensured nothing would reach the Bulwark security.
No alarms.
No reinforcements.
No salvation.
They had sealed this place themselves.
They had dug their own grave.
San felt a hand clamp down on his shoulder.
Slowly, trembling, he looked up.
In his heart he prayed. To every being he had ever known. Every god, every legend, every whisper of hope. He prayed to see Crian's face.
Not that demon.
Not that smiling nightmare.
But when his eyes focused, all he saw was Gazel.
That dreadful, unbothered face.
Cold.
Amused.
San's heart dropped into his stomach.
Where is Crian?
His eyes darted around wildly.
Then he saw him.
Lying there.
Twisted. Still. Dead.
Something inside San broke.
He was next.
"Please… pl—"
A fist smashed into his face.
The impact slammed him against a sturdy wall. Bone cracked loud enough to echo. His vision exploded in white as he collapsed to the ground, blood pouring down his face.
"Please! Don't kill me!" he shouted like a frantic lunatic.
Gazel's smile slowly widened.
It made his face even more dreadful.
He bent down and grabbed San by the neck, lifting him like he weighed nothing.
"No. I kill all."
He smashed San's head into the ground.
The floor caved in. Stone fractured outward, forming a massive dent. San's skull rang. His teeth shattered. Blood splattered.
"Please! Please! Please!"
The beating did not stop.
Punch after punch.
Crack after crack.
His ribs collapsed. His legs were crushed soon after, bending at sickening angles. Pain flooded him until he could barely breathe.
He fell forward.
Crawling.
Dragging his broken body across the blood soaked ground.
Water poured from his eyes. Blood poured from everywhere else. His legs were useless, twisted behind him as he crawled desperately toward the only other living person there.
The girl.
She was still leaning against the wall.
Arms crossed.
Expression dead.
He reached toward her with shaking fingers.
"Please! Please! Help me! I swear I tried to help! There was nothing I could do! Please… I don't want to die!"
His voice cracked into ugly sobs.
Her face did not change.
Not even slightly.
Then a crushing grip seized his neck from behind.
San choked.
"Please… anyone… please help me…"
No one was coming.
The sound barrier they carefully prepared isolated this place completely from the rest of the Bulwark. No patrols would hear. No reinforcements would arrive.
They had made sure of that.
They thought they were being smart.
They sealed their own fate.
San's thoughts spiraled.
So this is how it ends?
His dream of becoming a great Shural. Of driving demons out of their world. Of being remembered.
Ruined here.
By this demon.
No.
Not just the demon.
By their own stupidity.
If they had not isolated this place, they would still be alive.
He did not get to think any further.
Gazel's hand shot forward.
It pierced straight into his chest.
San felt fingers close around his heart.
"Die now," Gazel said softly.
He crushed.
San's mouth filled with blood. Thick. Overwhelming. It spilled out as his eyes dimmed, the light draining away in seconds.
His body went limp.
Dead.
Like a discarded doll, Gazel tossed him aside.
Then he slowly turned his gaze toward the last one standing.
The girl.
The only one left in line.
"You are next," he said.
His eyes locked onto her expressionless face.
And for the first time since this began, the air shifted.
To be continued…
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