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CHAPTER VIII
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2021-10-01 00:32:29And the world had showered in blood, for if Death had a weather it would be this one.
Benedict always thought the line was an exaggeration. His mother used to tell him stories about the Custodian. She had said to him once that Death had fallen for her when the Custodian had danced with her blade and made the sky, the sea, and the earth covered with blood.
In front of him stood such a malicious beast. He crouched all fours stretching, waiting to pounce. A Lycan had burst from the trees and just like that his throat went into Ceberus’ gullet. One by one he had pounced, clawed, and drank Benedict’s scout's blood. He started shaking in fear. Such power and death oozing from his very pores. He didn’t know their former Alpha was hiding such power, he couldn’t understand why he had looked so weak when confronted. How he was thrown out of the window like a rag doll.A new recruit had tried running away as Ceberus pounced and managed to pin him down. He tried to struggle and ultimately his form started to return to his human skin, his animal in him hiding in fear as saliva and blood dripped from Ceberus’ mouth. Benedict tried to remember the young lad’s name.
Greg was no older than 21.
“No!” He pleaded, “HE’S A KID! HE’S JUST A KID PLEASE. NOOO PLEASE!”
Cerberus roared in glee. Benedict’s begging added more fuel to his bloodlust.
Dragging the poor boy towards Benedict, Cerberus had made the boy kneel in front of him. Greg was crying, silent tears raced down to his chin. Greg’s head was partially enveloped by Ceberus’ hand.Cerberus leaned his snout. He smiled and started to slowly and painfully twist both arms until he heard a satisfying pop.
Greg screamed. “NOOOooo!”
His pleas echoed within the silent forest.
Benedict couldn’t do anything but watch in horror as Ceberus stuffed Greg’s mouth with his finger that was part of the hand keeping his head still.
Gagging and trying to pull his head away. Cerberus was trying to grab his tongue with his clawed finger.After a few seconds, he had grabbed the boy’s pleading tongue. Piercing it with his claw and pulling it, slowly.
In a swift movement blood-splattered Benedict. He looked on his side and found the boy’s decapitated tongue. Shaking, he looked up to see Greg gurgling and choking in his own blood. Ceberus opens his palm, letting the young one collapse in Benedict’s lap. Benedict started crying, helplessly watching the boy struggle trying to fight to breathe his eyes begging for help and despair.
After that Benedict couldn’t remember much. Couldn’t even hear his own senseless screams.
Everything was red, and a silhouette of a man standing before him.
Then everything went dark.
Harley Nymphia Salutations my dear readers, any form of criticism is welcome here, and I do apologize sincerely for not giving an update so soon. I would blame my rabbits' mainly "Soju" for biting me on my fingers on a weekly basis. I am fine. My fingers tho... look like a half-eaten sausage. Pray for me, that they don't turn cannibalistic.
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