Retaliate Heroes Should Be Evil - Chapter 3 This Is Hell

(What did I do to deserve this?

It is because I’m a loser who can’t defend himself?

Ah…I see…this is a punishment for trash like me who is useless in every situation.)

After this crazy bastard laughed at me, some guards brought some kind of medical chair and tied me up on it. They also got a table full of chemicals, potions and some tools. As I looked through them I saw a hammer, a scalpel, a saw and a corkscrew

I knew what was about to happen so I tried to struggle out of the chair but it was pointless since the guards were still there. After a few minutes the old man returned to my cell. This time he was wearing white gloves and a black apron.

“You should be happy because I may have found a way to reveal your real status and prove that you are a real hero.

Let me explain what I’m about to do to you.”

He had a sadistic look on his face while he was inspecting his tools. There was still blood on most of them. What kind of mage was he really? Or was he even a mage?

When I saw him getting his tools I began to tear up and begged him for mercy.

“Why are you crying, you should be happy because I got the solution for your problem.”

The sarcastic face he had while talking made me even more frightened.

“So let’s start with my solution.

In order to prove that you’re really a hero, we absolutely have to reveal your stats because otherwise nobody would acknowledge you as one and we would look like fools.”

While he was talking, he mixed up some ingredients and potions and put them right next to me. It looked like he was doing this kind of things on a daily base. His carefree expression made him look even more crazy.

“We know that heroes have some kind of advantages and specialties.”

“First of all, their stats are way over other persons stats but in your case this won’t be a help since your stats are hidden.”

“But what we DO know is that every hero starts with the skill “Light of the heroes” which allows one a much faster regeneration.”

This does apply on every single part of the body.”

So if your body regenerates after the injuries I will inflict you, then that would be a big step towards you being a real hero.

Of course this wouldn’t completely solve the problem, after all your stats must be revealed.

So it would be best to pray to god that your status reveals itself until one week, otherwise I don’t even know what is going to happen to you. This may hurt a bit, but please bear with me. It would be boring if you passed out before my plan even starts.”

First he used a paralyze spell since the first one lost its effect. This time the spell was different because it was still possible to inflict pain to the victim. Then he would begin to torture my body, my hands were tied onto the chair as were my legs.

With the big hammer he crushed every single finger on both of my hands. I screamed in agony and began to cry as I saw that my fingers were crooked. He kept working his way up, so next on his list were my hands. As he picked up the corkscrew I got really scared and begged him to stop. In the next moment one of the guards took over and began to push the corkscrew right through the middle of my left hand. The pain was unbearable; the blood began to splatter all over the place. I let out heavy breaths as the corkscrew was pierced right through my hand. They did the same thing to my other hand. When I saw the hole in my hand and the blood dripping down the chair I threw up. As I was about to pass out they injected me some kind of potion which didn’t allow me to get unconscious.

“Hey hey, we’re only getting started!”

The guards were enjoying themselves because they knew what was about to happen.

The mage was mixing a potion and had me drinking the whole thing. In fact, this was one of the strongest poisons that existed in the kingdom. I felt my inner organs burning so I threw up some of the poison. Some kind of foam was building up in my mouth so I couldn’t really breath.

All of them looked really satisfied because I was still alive so I must have some kind of resistance against poison. When they wanted to continue, the king asked for the mage to come to his chamber. I knew that he was the one responsible for this because he was scared that the prophecy wouldn’t come true if I didn’t prove that I was in fact a real hero.

As they executed their order the three of them looked at me with a crazy gaze.

“I guess today is your lucky day. It’s a pity that playtime is already over. But don’t worry, the fun continues tomorrow.”

As I tried to sleep the pain in my hands got really strong. When I looked what was happening, my hands began to repair themselves. Some kind of strings were flowing through my hand and sewed my hands together. It looked really gross but at least the pain was fading away. My fingers were pushed into the right direction and my organs stopped to burn. It was like some kind of machine was in my body, which would turn itself on every time something was aching.

However, I wasn’t sure if I should be happy that I was still alive or cry because the torture will go on tomorrow.

My dream about this flame went on this night. Again the voice told me to wake up. In the next moment a bucket of cold water was thrown at me. The next morning was about to begin and my torments would go on.

The old bastard was smiling as he saw that my hands and the fingers were fully healed. Not because of the fact that I may really be a hero, but the joy of the torture and the pain he would inflict to me.

Every day got more brutal.

He expanded his ways of torturing me in combination with the methods already used. Since I got an incredible regeneration ability there were no limits of torturing me.

This time, they slowly tore apart my fingernails. After having done that my fingers were cut off with the saw. His white gloves turned red as my blood sprayed right at him. Also my legs were broken a few times as were my feet. The amount of potions I drank was doubled so that my resistance would also double, that was the plan. I don’t even know what I was drinking, the only thing I felt was my mouth burning and my lungs and stomach nearly exploding. The special highlight they prepared for me was a type of fire magic which burned my entire body. To turn it into perfection they peeled of my remaining skin. I felt like a snake which skinned itself just to get a new skin later on.

Are they even humans? We should fight monsters in dungeons while this monsters stood right beside us? You got to be kidding me!

After six days i finally snapped, I lost all my hope and will to live. My eyes were as cold as ice and I could barely move any part of my body. I felt like I was already dead and yet I was still here in my own personal hell. I couldn’t even kill myself if I wanted to. My clothes were soaked with blood, even some part of my old skin was clinging onto my T-Shirt.

I begged to the heavens that they please would let me die and set me free from this curse. I began to laugh and smiled sarcastically.

“Of course they wouldn’t let me die. I am the one whose existence is a mistake.

Every day I have to go through this hell. Nobody tried to help me even now the others are still laughing at me. Fuck them, I never cared about them anyway.

If I somehow escape from this place, I swear I will bring hell over this rotten world. It can die for all I care. I’ll kill every last person in this castle, I will torture them like I’m being tortured right now.

“No, I will torture them even more and way slower so that they wish they had never existed.

First will be the heroes, which never tried to help me and treated me like shit. Next is the royalty, because of their stupid prophecy I am down here getting the biggest torture possible. And at last will be the three bastards who broke me over and over time again, I will strike these monsters down in the cruelest way I can think of because now I finally realize that this world is the real mistake and I will be the one cleansing it from its pest.”

My hatred was growing stronger with every day. I tried to work out a plan to get out of here somehow but i found no possibilty that would work without getting any help.

Of all things a familiar face suddenly stood right before me, it was “your highness”, princess Liliana. She looked at me with a pitiful face and began to tear up.

“What in the world did they do to you?! This can’t be true; I will not tolerate this! I swear on my name as the princess that I will get you out of there.”

I didn’t even bother answering her, I was disgusted by the sad face she made. It felt like she spat right in face. As i thought about her words i got really angry, in my head there was nothing but hate for this woman.

How nave can someone be?! You were the one who said that I should stay with the mage! Do you really think you can get me out of here?! Now, after I had to go through this hell? You’re also the one who told us that if we succeed in our mission, we could get everything we want let it be wealth, influence or something else. Lies and nothing but lies! Who would believe this crap after seeing this right here?! Do you think I didn’t notice that you don’t have any power here. The king is ignoring you, hell I bet he even sees you as a mistake. I don’t trust you people at all. I don’t care about your good intentions or your pity. You’re just one of them people laughing at me. I swear that if I get out of here, I will kill every single one of you!

The princess looked at me as if I was crazy and probably she wasn’t wrong about that. As an answer I gave her cold gaze and smiled. She knew that I didn’t give a damn about her or her promises. Then she left with a shocked face and again promised me to get me out of here.

Such a pathetic women! You’re being used as well and don’t even notice it.

In the end her title doesn’t mean shit!

I felt better after she talked to me because now I knew even more that I will have no regrets of killing them.

Tomorrow was the final day because then the one week would be over. I couldn’t sleep at all because the decision of my future will be made. If my regeneration rate really is the strongest out of all the heroes, then it wouldn’t be that easy to kill me. Also, they won’t dare to just execute me after the news about the heroes is already spread throughout the kingdom.

But there still was this annoying voice in my head which over and over told me to “wake up”, even the dark flame shone stronger every night. I couldn’t understand what the voice really wanted from me so I got really angry.

“What the fuck do you mean “WAKE UP”?!

I am waking up every single day and yet you’re still not satisfied, damnit!

And what is up with this stupid flame, if you want to burn me with it than you’re coming up short!

There are still these three fuckers right here that are the first in line so leave me the hell alone!”

But in this final night there was no flame. Instead a dark shadow appeared and smiled at me with a murderous gaze. Then it suddenly transformed into human who had white hair, orange eyes and was dressed all black. He whispered in my ear

“The time has come!”

and vanished into the dark.