{Anne’s POV} ~ Several Hours Ago During The Long Night ~ I followed her scent… and when her scent was beginning to fail me as her blood was now contaminated, I followed her growling. I felt weak. I had just given a good gauge of my blood to Ciril so I could only crawl very slowly now.But then I finally got to my sister. It wasn’t hard locating her considering how loudly she was growling. She was still a bit conscious but then this was the turning stage. She was in a fierce battle with the infection but then it was a vain one as it was clear that the infection would win. It had won over thousands of Reignile citizens so it would definitely win over her. I was made emotional by this fact. I’ve not known any emotion ever since I had my eyes plucked out but in this moment, sitting close to Anita and pulling her against my skin, I felt really bruised and helpless hearing how distressed my baby sister was sounding. She struggled to break free from me while she simultaneously called
{Ciril’s POV} I hated my predicament. I hated the fact that I was in this helpless situation. It angered me to my bones, but then I couldn’t do anything. I couldn’t do anything but give in.“Yes.” I told Landon finally and then I watched him stroll over to me with some stains of blood on his lips. I saw it and didn’t bother asking questions even though I felt like I should. It simply wasn’t my business.He got close to me and for some reason, I grew tense when I felt her hands on me— on my body. It felt like the atmosphere had grown hotter.“Don’t hold me too tightly.” I told him.“Okay.”“And watch where you place your hands.” “I am.”His grip on my body felt strong and at the same time felt gentle as he carried me off the ground like I weighed nothing. I felt my body rest against his rock-hard abs and chest as he carried me bridal style and I tried to focus on something other than the fact that he was carrying me. I automatically took in his scent and even though it had been a
{Ciril’s POV} Bloodied, Gory, and Wretched. This was the description of the fleshy mess that was also the Dark One, and as much as I didn’t want that to be the only description, I couldn’t do anything else because he was dead. The fucker was dead. He had probably lost too much blood or the pain had been too overwhelming to bear and remain alive. Either way, he was gone but my hunger for vengeance remained… and it was transformed into anger and a shitty mood now.Angry, I slapped the Dark One’s head now so that it detached from his neck and fell to the side. It was a vain attempt but then it served as a reflection of my dissatisfaction. It didn’t feel enough. It didn’t feel like I had tortured him enough so I took one long look at his body, which was less of a body now, and then I started to walk away with two tightly clenched fists and a strong frown on my face.I strolled over to a fallen tree trunk and sat there, and upon that wood, I settled into my melancholy.I was heaving i
{Ciril’s POV} The Dark One had become a whimpering child.— I’ve said that part. But it became worse now as he started making weird faces as he continued to make his weird pleading noises. And he was doing all this because of my attempt on his dick. Which wasn’t such a big deal. I mean, I’ll just be pulling—I set my eyes on his dick. Underneath the pants that he was wearing, I caught sight of his dick and it turns out it was actually a ‘big deal’. Even better. I smirked and he panicked even more when he saw how satisfied I was.Don’t get me wrong. I’m not referring to the erotic type of satisfaction here.I was just satisfied because of his size in relation to what I was about to do to him— ‘cause when you lose something, the pain of the loss usually depends on the quantity or magnitude of the thing that was lost.And in the Dark One’s case, he had a big penis, thus his pain would be great by the time he lost it— by the time I ripped it off from its roots.I motioned to grab hol
{Ciril’s POV} “Your god won’t recognize you when I’m done…”I took the Dark One away, dragging his bloodied body on the ground while I paced away, limping since my leg injury willed it. This was my attempt to move away from the Rift now because I was scarred and scared. Because of my just concluded near-death experience, I had trauma regarding edges and heights now so I couldn’t even scorn the Dark One close to the edge of the rift if I wanted to. Hence my strenuous leaving now. “I can—”“I can handle it.” I said, cutting Landon off from his attempt to help.He might have saved my life but now wasn’t the time for me to entertain him in any manner. This moment was for me and the Dark One.This was the time to show him what Hell is while he’s still on earth because by the time he dies and goes there, hell won’t even accept him.We were still on the mountain so I dragged the Dark One’s body until I got to the part that was sloping— the part I was supposed to use to come down from the m
{Ciril’s POV} “What is this?!” “How is this possible?!”“No!”The Dark One was yelling in his rage… and me?I was stunned and I was no longer falling again.I was also confused and a bit teary as I gazed into a pair of eyes that I was once so madly in love with. Those eyes looked real again.Landon’s gaze on me now was teary and gentle as he held me. There was also a kind of genuineness in his eyes and there was… warmth?I wasn’t sure of what I was seeing but I was sure I wasn’t falling anymore. Instead, I was being pulled up now.Landon pulled me up. He was truly himself as he carefully and gently pulled me up now— I had been hanging for almost an hour but he pulled me up now so that I could finally place my feet on solid ground. I did and my goodness, I didn’t know what was going on in that instant. There was a tense but relieving feeling in the air as I stood directly before Landon, staring at him as he stared at me. His eyes were so beautiful as he gazed upon me, teary but gen