Lucifer, he’s destroying him. And yet Gareth still lived.
Necros threw the whip away and circled his hand around the demon’s throat. Gareth was lifted up off the floor, the remainder of his clothes ripped from his body by magic shooting from my husband’s other hand.
That was the power everyone feared.
Was it actually my own? I didn’t know.
No, Adrik said Necros had consumed and used it all.
Unless… Unless he was wrong.
Necros glanced up at me, his expression cruel. I tried not to give him a reaction, but the tilt of his
lips said he caught the misery rioting inside me.
Is this actually meant to be my own punishment? Does he know I killed Lavios?
His gaze gave nothing away, as only darkness existed there—no white sclera, just black all over.
Gareth’s screams of anguish grew louder as Necros used his magic to peel small strips of the demon’s skin off his body.
Oh, I truly hoped that wasn’t a gift he inherited from me. Please tell me I can’t do that.
Adrik didn’t reply.
Or maybe he did.
I was too entranced, too mortified, to focus on anything other than the reveal of Gareth’s muscles and bones.
Blue gore dripped onto the marble floor, smearing across the sable-colored tiles.
“Please.” I didn’t know how much more I could watch. “Just kill him.”
Necros growled, and I swore I heard Adrik curse.
My eyes began to blur, the stench of torture too much.
But Necros only continued, two small balls of energy forming on his palm as he sent them into Gareth’s body. Somehow the demon remained conscious, a testament to the immortality of his breed.
And oh, that meant I could suffer the same sort of agony…
I shuddered at the thought.
My stomach churned.
Adrik remained unaffected, his expression a mask of boredom.
Jives sat beside him, pale, but watching intently.
And the others all gaped in a mix of awe and excitement.
They’re all entertained. This entire kingdom fucking thrived on the torment of others.
Gareth was a former lieutenant, someone who, just earlier this week, carried an esteem revered by his brethren. And now they watched his demise with expressions of enjoyment.
So damn wrong. I stood and made my way to the door, finished with this macabre scene.
“Where do you think you’re going, Valora?” Necros demanded as two guards cut off my exit.