Smoking a cigarette and sitting on top of the table, Shiva looked at the scene all around him. Currently in one corner of the club all the guests who were so called VIPs before were standing and shaking in fear. The walls and the furniture all around them were shattered and thrown into chaos. On the ground all around him, were lying groups of men with broken limbs and blood splattering all over the area. No one raised any voice or complaints, and only the sound of rapid breathing and loud heartbeat could be felt. Every now and then the sound of loud gulps of fear could be heard too.
-Takk-
A faint sound broke the silence, and all eyes turned toward the source. A man, with his leg injured, crawled desperately towards the exit. His trail of blood painted a grim path toward freedom, and he moved in near silence, hoping to escape the clutches of the demon that had wrought havoc in their club.
His limp body and struggle left the marks of blood all over the floor, Shiva saw and noticed that the man had gone quite a distance without making a noise.
Yet all his efforts were wasted as that noise on the broken table got him caught.
Shiva looked at the bottle of alcohol placed nearby and picked it up. After glancing at the label on it, he threw it on that man without even looking.
-crash- -ahhh-
The bottle shattered against the man's back with a deafening crash, eliciting a muffled scream of agony. Desperation clung to his eyes as he saw that the exit was just within his reach.
He could see that even after everything that happened inside, the people outside were still dancing and jumping happily on the floor. Like they didn't even notice what was happening inside. Even now when he was near the door, he couldn't hear any noise from outside. This was a clear sign that a barrier had separated both places. Yet the man's brain due to all the pain and fear couldn't think all this. His eyes were glued on the wall, and the nearer he crawled there the more the light of hope shone in his eyes.
-crash+splatter- urghh-
Yet another bottle hit his back, breaking upon contact. The force behind that normal glass bottle felt like it could crush his bones. The alcohol started seeping into his open wounds, and it was making his skin burn, like a thousand ants were eating away at his skin. Yet the man endured and continued crawling without looking back.
'I made it. I can live.'
The man thought as he was a tiny bit away from the door, when he was just about to push himself forward and go out.
-swish-
-gasps+gulps-
The man could hear something behind him but he ignored it. In his eyes as long as he took one more step he could live. And yet just when he was about to take that last push, he felt a sudden heat on his feet that soon spread all over his back and then covered all his body.
It took a moment for him to realize that his whole body was on fire and when that realization hit him, he tried to wave his hands around trying to put out the flames and in doing so even his hands caught on fire. He writhed and flailed, his own screams filling the air, but his efforts were futile.
-flick-
The man looked back and saw that black haired demon who had his eyes closed and lit up a new cigarette again. Looking at his expression which seemed relaxed and calm, the man with his red eyes wanted to shout and curse and even run towards him and kill him, yet before he could do any of that, his glaring eyes changed into that of horror.
He saw that the demon waved his hand, and the girl behind him passed him another bottle of alcohol. That demon without opening his eyes threw that bottle towards his direction too. Looking at the image of bottle zooming in on his eyes, he wanted to back away yet couldn't exert any more strength. His precious struggles had exerted all his strength and he was too tired now.
-swish-crash-shatter-
-boom-
Under the horrified eyes of the crowd, the sound of the bottle crashing and then a little explosion could be heard. The man who was trying too hard to survive all this time had given up on struggle and had simply fallen unconscious.
It seemed he had accepted his fate or that maybe he was already dead and couldn't feel anything now.
His body burned until Shiva waved his hand, sliding the charred corpse into a secluded corner, extinguishing the flames. The nauseating stench of burning flesh, blood, alcohol, and shattered glass hung in the air.
Some of the club's former servers and strippers, their faces pale, recoiled in disgust and horror. They gazed at the tormented man's body, their own stomachs churning in revulsion and they started retching.
"When I say stay at your place like a statue, I mean it. Is there anyone else who wants to try their luck?" Shiva said in a normal tone "There are a lot of alcohol and cigarettes still lying around. I can always practice my aim on you guys"
His eyes darted around the hall, falling on everyone. The people in the hall all looked away from him, avoiding eye contact with him. After all his face was covered in blood and his eyes didn't show any emotion or light when he looked at them, it was simply like staring at a monster and not a human being anymore.
Just when everyone was scared and silent, the sound of enthusiasm broke the scene.
"I found him, boss." Ryan said as he dragged a man by his collar down the stairs. "The bastard was hiding in a private chamber of his. Hoping to leave from a secret escape."
Ryan, who was wearing a T-shirt and a trench coat over it, with his shoulder length open hair falling with every step, came in front of Shiva and forced the man to kneel in front of him.
"Dante Myr Desperado. That's your name, is it?" Shiva spoke as he looked at the man with brown hair, with golden highlight streak over the tips. And his long beard, styled and fixed with some pearls in place.
Dante, his ruddy eyes blazing with hatred, could only mutter, "You have no idea who you're messing with. I will kill_. Arghhhh."
Dante was speaking when he felt a sharp sting on his back, looking back he saw nothing behind him.
"I asked you a question. Is your name Dante Myr?"
"You bastard, you'll pay _ "
Shiva spoke again and when he didn't get an answer, he waved his hand. 4 shards of glass flew over and stabbed the man on his back.
-arghharrgh-
"Shhh" Shiva Signaled him with his finger as a broken piece of glass started to float in front of the man's face. Warning him that if he opened his mouth, he'd simply push that glass inside his throat. Silencing him forever.
"Now I don't like asking the same question again and again. But I'll give you a final chance. After that, you can join your brother in the afterlife." Shiva said, while signaling towards the man who first insulted Riley when they came inside. The man who wanted to kill him and sleep with her.
Dante looked at the side and saw his brother's body which was pierced by a long dagger and was still hung on a wall without falling down. Looking at his brother's open chest with marks of torture and the pants which were wet with blood and piss, Dante wanted to scream and shout, but then looking at the floating glass in front of him, he drowned all his anger and buried his anger.
"It's me." He spoke in a hoarse tone. His ruddy eyes staring at Shiva like he was looking at his mortal enemy. His expression was like he wanted to eat this bastard in front of him alive and throw him in hell. If his eyes could kill, Shiva would be dead a thousand times by now.
"Huh, so it is you." Shiva looked at Ryan who nodded his head and smiled.
"I heard you've been ignoring her calls, and beat up some of my men when they came to ask you about it. So, I did the same to your man. You won't blame me, would you? " Shiva Said as he pointed at Riley and then at the guards lying unconscious and dead around him.
"So where's my money?" Shiva Said and played with the shards of glass. The broken glass floated from Dante's mouth to his eyes and then started rotating there.
"You know what, let's settle this in private, okay." Shiva said and stopped his mana.
All the shards fell down all around Dante without his control, and Dante finally breathed a sigh of relief. But then thinking, that if this guy whom he never met, could be so cruel in front of so many people, then what kind of torture and hell awaited him when they're alone. Suddenly a shiver ran down his spine when he thought of that, and looking at Shiva who was still staring at him, thinking God knows what, with a subtle smile on his face, he was sure he was done for.
"Wait, I can pa_" Before Dante could finish his words, that he was willing to pay and compensate, Ryan came behind him and slapped his neck with a backhand, knocking him unconscious.
[Den of Devils are disappointed with their previous choice of follower.]
[They smile and nod at your art of cruelty.]
[Show us more and you'll be rewarded. - one of the Oni says.]
Reading the notifications of these guys confirmed his doubts, and looking at system panel where his points started increasing, a smile to his bloodied face, scaring all the guests even more.
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