Reincarnated Into A Hell Hound - Chapter 140

For a second all goes quiet, so much so that I think that I’ve become deaf for a moment, and I can almost hear the elves thinking, their brain cells absorbing what they just heard, confirming it, and as a bomb about to explode their wick burns down, setting them ablaze.

And they exploded alright.

Many shouts grow from the crowd, but even those who did not say anything and try to keep a elven befitting posture are red on the face and clench their jaws while gazing daggers at Cain.

The Demon King sighs, moving his head back and forth in disapproval. “You know, is not like I’m asking really, I’m just informing in a matter of… respect.” He lets out a smile at the end, which completely obliterates his attempt of being respectful, if you even could call that an attempt.

“I guess you all leave me no choice.” He keeps talking as if any would hear him among the boiling crowd and pointing fingers, and I can only understand him because of my hearing and for the fact that I’m focusing on his words, trying to ignore the clamor below. “Though at first I intended to be… friendly since the humans proved to be so kind to me.” Kind? More like controllable is what you mean right? I think as he keeps talking: “And yet your kin is so… unapproachable. I guess if you are not joining forces with me then… you are against me.”

And that is the moment, the micro-second, that his mind seems to come to a conclusion, that he decides on what to do with them, and it feels like he is a judge sentencing them to their doom, a death angel positioning its scythe on the soft skin of their necks.

Because the moment he gives out his judgment… all the pleasantries cease and the change is visible in his face, how his muscles tense up, how the smile leaves his lips, and how his eyes glance up with a deadly shadow to them.

Then his eyes widen and all seem to brighten up into a blinding light, and as I feel it burning my eyes, into my eyes, trespassing the soft meat and piercing deep within as if trying to reach my brain.

I duck out of pain but soon hide away from the drilling light, flashes of it still blinking against my closed eyelids as if it can still reach me up here, an afterimage that chases away the darkness all around even under my eyelids or when I try to cover my eyes up with my hands.

I just crouch over and coil, waiting for it to go away, and as if countless needles are poking without resistance inside my brain I can’t even muster coordination enough to scream, leaving my mouth wide open and my eyes close shut.

And even without looking at the light I knew when he is done with whatever this attack is, as if taking the choking hand away from my neck for I gasp for breath, not even knowing when I had stopped breathing, coughing up until my mind can set still and easy down enough to think again.

And my first reaction is to turn around and look at the scene below me.

And stare in shock at what I see.

Because the salon, so full of life, joy and chattering a few moments ago is now is dead silent, like a tomb, filled with soon to be corpses, elven convulsing, choking, as if their brains have been shut down, no screams or shouts or tears as the pile of corpses grow all around by the second, simply… stopping all together.

All dead. All of them, every single one of them, dropping to the ground from where they stood, piling up like sacks of meat, eyes rolled back with red tears smearing down their cheeks and agonizing expressions imprinted in all of them.

“If I cannot control them, then I’ll just need to destroy them all.” Someone says, and with a chill down my spine I look to the side, only to see Cain staring expressionless straight at me.

When your eyes meet he smiles, ignoring the many bodies framing his figure.

“And there he is, the star of the night, good thing I didn’t kill you by mistake, that would be awful from my part, even more after all the trouble I had to bring you here…” I swallow dry, still a little shocked by his actions, and a little fearful for his reasoning for wanting me alive so badly.

If he could kill so many so easily… why not me, or my brother?

So many times have I asked myself that… but no more, no more… for I will have my answer tonight.

I’ll make him talk.

“What do you want?” I manage out while clenching my teeth, standing up once he jumps on the railing, his feet curving along with it and keeping his body up in perfect balance.

“Silly hound, isn’t that obvious? I want you.” He says, the smile dropping from his face at the next words. “So, will you bound down to me, or…” His eyes glance down to the side, but I don’t need to look to know what he is implying at.

That’s when it hits me. This, all of this, is just a little play from his part, is all just a game, a show, all of it is staged so I could watch, all planned so he could show me what happens if I answer his demand wrong.

For those who go against him, only death awaits.

And that, how he wants to control me, plus the fact that he killed so many only to prove his point, feeds the flame burning inside me, and the shock, the fear, becomes anger.

Ding – Warning, Rage Fuel at a dangerous level, Possessed Mode is about to activate, Warning…

But it all sounds at the back of my head.

This man, these demons, I need him gone, now.

Is my time to look up with my sharp silver eyes and say:

“You will die tonight, demon.”

His eye twitches at that, and trying to compose himself he licks his dry lips and smiles. But that all I get to see from him losing his temper because the next second he is sighing, disapproving as he says:

“Ah, little hound little hound, very well, I will indulge you a little once more. Come, let’s dance.”

At that I growl out in annoyance, sharp teeth in full disclosure, a grey tick smoky mist coming out from my nose and mouth as if to show how literally burning with rage inside I am.