Chapter 822: Venomous Words
Darius, meanwhile, was experiencing a rapid succession of emotions.
Terror. Confusion. Relief. And then, as his brain caught up with what was happening, a resurgence of his old arrogance.
Whatever had happened before—some trick of the light, maybe something he’d eaten disagreeing with him it was over now.
The natural order had reasserted itself. He was Darius Valheim. Cassius was nothing.
He pulled his hands free of Cassius’s grip and straightened his coat, a sneer spreading across his face.
But just as he was about to kick Cassius away like the pathetic worm he was—
—Cassius suddenly leaned in close, his breath brushing Darius’s ear.
The gathered nobles leaned forward slightly, expecting more desperate pleas whispered in private.
Instead, Cassius’s voice came out low, silky, and dripping with venom.
"You pathetic little worm..."
"You stand here bragging about taking my wives, about making them scream under you, when that sad little excuse for a dick between your legs couldn’t satisfy a corpse."
Darius’s eyes widened. He tried to pull away, but Cassius’s grip on his shoulder was like iron.
"You probably finish the moment a woman looks at you sideways, don’t you? A quick spurt and then nothing but disappointment and tears."
Darius felt his face drain of all color.
How...How did he know?
"I’ve heard the rumors." Cassius whispered, his smile widening. "Oh yes. The servants talk, you know. They talk about how the mighty young master Darius can’t even get it up without a potion.
"How he has to use his hands because the real thing just doesn’t work."
"How the women he takes—the ones he ’satisfies’ are actually just paid to pretend."
Darius tried to speak, but no words came out.
"Let me tell you something." Cassius said, his voice taking on an almost gentle tone. "You couldn’t satisfy a woman if your life depended on it."
"That tiny, shriveled, useless little thing between your legs—I’ve seen bigger worms on the ground after rain."
He chuckled insidiously.
"The only reason anyone pretends to enjoy you is because they’re terrified of what you’ll do to them if they don’t."
"You’re not a lover. You’re a rapist."
"A pathetic, impotent, useless rapist who has to use fear because his own body has betrayed him."
Darius felt tears of rage prick at his eyes.
But Cassius wasn’t done.
"And your father." Cassius continued, his voice growing even more venomous. "Oh, I’ve heard about him too. Did you know that he’s a cuckold?"
Darius’s breath caught in his throat.
"That he gets off watching other men—his guards, his servants, complete strangers have their way with his wife?"
This...This was impossible.
There was no way Cassius could know about—
"And let’s talk about that disgusting cum-rag you call a mother." Cassius purred, the words flowing like poison. "The way she spreads her sloppy, stretched-out cunt for every noble with a title."
"I’ve heard the stories—how she moans like a brainless fuck-pig in heat for the stable boys when your father isn’t looking."
"Hell, she probably gets more dick in a week than you get in a lifetime!"
Darius felt like he was going to be sick.
"And don’t get me started on how that horny, cum-guzzling whore of a mother of yours goes after her own sons too."
Cassius continued, his voice dropping even lower, filthy and revolting.
"The way she sneaks into their rooms at night, spreading those sloppy, cum-stained legs wide open and begging them to fuck her raw like the family cum-dump she is."
"You can probably hear her moaning like a cheap street whore all day long—’Harder, my dear son, fill your mother’s sloppy cunt with your thick incest seed! Breed me like the family whore I am!’—while your pathetic father sits outside the door jerking his limp prick, listening to his wife get railed by her own sons."
"She’s such a disgusting cum-dump that she doesn’t even care who it is!"
Darius’s hands trembled. His knights shifted uncomfortably, sensing something was terribly wrong, but they didn’t dare intervene.
"I’ve also heard the maids whisper that one of your sisters even goes after the horses in the stables when she’s really desperate."
"Spreading her legs under some stallion, begging that massive horse cock to stretch her ruined, gaping hole and flood her with thick animal cum until her belly bulges like she’s pregnant with horse spunk."
"That’s the kind of bloodline you come from, Darius."
"A family of whores, cucks, and degenerates who fuck anything with a pulse...or without one."
Darius looked like he might vomit.
"And you—" Cassius’s smile became almost vicious.
"You’re not even sure who your real father is, are you? After all, with how many men have been inside that woman, how could anyone be?"
"Maybe you were fathered by some servant..."
"Maybe by a milkman..."
"Maybe by a random merchant who paid for an hour with her while your father watched from the corner..."
Darius’s hands had begun to tremble. His vision was swimming. Everything Cassius was saying was tearing him apart from the inside.
"Actually." Cassius continued, his tone becoming almost musing. "I don’t even know if it was seed that made you. "
"With how loose that woman’s cunt is, maybe someone just took a shit inside her and that’s how you were formed."
"It would certainly explain why you’re so full of it."
"You’re basically not a person, Darius." He smirked and finally said, "You’re a turd that somehow learned to walk and talk and terrorize people weaker than itself."
Hearing this revolting rant, Darius looked like he might faint.
The color had drained completely from his face, and his mouth worked soundlessly, too shocked and humiliated to form a response.
No one had ever spoken to him like this. No one had ever dared.
Before Darius could recover, Cassius reached into his coat and produced a small dagger. He pressed it into Darius’s trembling hand.
"Now go on." Cassius whispered, his voice sweet as poison.
"Kill me. Kill the bastard who spoke to you like that. Stab me right here in front of everyone!"
"After all, that’s what the great Third Young Master Darius would do, right?"
"The man who takes whatever he wants?"
"The man who makes women scream?"
Darius stared at the dagger in his hand, then at Cassius’s smiling face.
"What’s wrong? Too scared? Too weak?"
"Or...do you finally understand that the only thing smaller than your dick is your spine?"
The silent taunt struck Darius like a physical blow.
The absolute mockery in that gaze was so intense, so profoundly insulting, that Darius felt his heart begin to hammer violently against his ribs.
’He’s baiting me.’ Darius thought, his mind racing. ’He wants me to attack him. He’s setting me up.’
But in that moment, did he care?
Of course not! Not at all!
The intolerable worm standing before him had dared to mock the name of Valheim!
Had dared to insult his entire family!
His father. His mother. His sisters and brothers. All of them, dragged through the mud in the most disgusting manner imaginable.
When had he ever felt such humiliation?!
When had anyone ever dared to speak to him like this?!
In that moment, Darius didn’t care that he was being set up.
He didn’t care that Cassius was manipulating him.
All he saw was red, a crimson haze of fury that consumed every rational thought in his mind.
"YOU FILTHY BASTARD!" He roared, his voice cracking with rage. "HOW DARE YOU?"
His arm shot up, the dagger gleaming in the moonlight as he raised it high above his head.
He was going to plunge it straight into Cassius’s heart!
He was going to watch the light fade from those infuriating crimson eyes!
The crowd gasped in shock. They’d expected a confrontation, maybe some harsh words.
But murder? Right here, right now, in front of everyone?!
The maids on the other hand reacted instantly.
Their hands rubbed their spatial rings, pulling out assault rifles and pistols that Cassius had given them and trained them to use for his protection.
They took aim at Darius, their fingers resting on the triggers.
The wives followed suit. Vivi’s eyes blazed with cold fury as she summoned her own weapon. Nala’s tail coiled, ready to strike. Portia’s hand moved with practiced speed to her hidden holster.
The sisters of the church drew their weapons as well, ready to swing or shoot on a moment’s notice.
Even the Holy Guard knights who were present pulled out their swords, and some began chanting spells, preparing to unleash devastating magic.
Darius’s knights felt the overwhelming pressure of being surrounded.
Dozens of weapons were aimed at them from every direction. They could feel the killing intent pressing down on them like a physical weight.
They were trapped. If their master made a move, they would be blasted into smithereens before they could even draw their sword.
But there were three people in the entire garden who didn’t react the same way.
The first was Isabelle. She had been watching the scene unfold with a calm expression, her hand resting protectively on Happy’s shoulder.
The moment she saw the knife rise, she reached over and gently covered the little maid’s eyes.
"You don’t need to see this, little one." She whispered softly.
The second was Lucius.
Even though Cassius hadn’t told him anything about his plan, the butler understood immediately.
He saw the trap being laid, saw the bait being dangled, saw the mouse about to take the cheese.
So he raised his hands in a calming gesture, signaling to the maids and wives to stand down.
They obeyed instantly, lowering their weapons with practiced precision.
The third was Joy.
She had finally arrived from her room, having heard the commotion from the main mansion.
A subtle, knowing smile touched her lips as she raised her own hands, gesturing for her sisters and the remaining guards to stand down.
She knew the terrifying depths of Cassius’s power; if he was choosing to play the victim, he had a dark, magnificent reason for it, and she would not allow anyone to disrupt his masterpiece.
And just like that, the stage was set.
"I’LL KILL YOU!" Darius screamed, plunging the dagger downward with all his might.
"I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!"
The blade sank deep into Cassius’s chest.
SHLICK!
Blood spurted out, dark and crimson, staining Cassius’s pristine white shirt. Half the blade disappeared into his flesh.
The crowd erupted into chaos.
"MURDER! MURDER!"
"OH MY GOD! WHAT IS HAPPENING?"
"HOW COULD HE DO SOMETHING LIKE THIS?"
"HAS YOUNG MASTER VALHEIM GONE COMPLETELY INSANE?"
Nobles scrambled backward, their faces pale with shock and terror.
They had expected a confrontation, perhaps some verbal sparring, but this...this was beyond anything they could have imagined!
A noble killing another noble, right in front of everyone, at a party.
This was unheard of. This was catastrophic.
But even as the chaos erupted around them, Cassius’s smile only grew wider.
He looked down at the knife embedded in his chest, then back up at Darius, his expression one of pure, mocking amusement.
"You fucking pussy." He whispered, his voice so soft that only Darius could hear. "That’s all you’ve got? I’ve had paper cuts worse than that."
Something inside Darius snapped completely.
"I’LL KILL YOU!" He screamed, his voice cracking with insane fury. "I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!"
"I’LL KILL YOU, YOU BASTARD! YOU LOWLIFE! YOU FILTHY PIECE OF SHIT!"
He pulled the knife out and plunged it in again. And again. And again.
Stab!
Stab!
STAB!
Blood sprayed everywhere—across Cassius’s chest, across Darius’s face, across the garden floor.
He was carving Cassius’s chest to pieces, the blade sinking into flesh and bone with sickening wet sounds.
But Cassius wasn’t reacting.
With each stab, his smile only grew wider. With each wound, his eyes only gleamed brighter.
It was like he was enjoying it like this was exactly what he’d wanted.
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