W2 (26)

“Where….?” a purple-haired boy of about nine muttered as he swirled about in the deserted plane. He soon looked up to find a huge crowd before him and running up to the crowd he found himself shoving his way through.

What was happening? Where was he? Where was Dad?

The little boy after managing to manoeuvre his way through the crowd looked up and saw what made his heart drop. His father was being held up a cross on the pavilion by an executioner who stood with an axe beside him, ready to give him the worst execution yet.

Subconsciously, the name of the punishment popped into his mind— Butchering scales. It was a horrible torture technique that involved scraping one's scales over and over again until they could no longer regenerate. Keeping in mind that the demons had one of the most powerful regenerating abilities and were very tenacious this was a very disgusting technique.

It was a torture that could last for days continually without a single moment of rest depending on the demon’s