Chapter 19: I Am The God of Hellfire, Part 19

Of course, so much screaming woke up a good part of the mansion, and the commotion as they came out to see what the hell was going on this time woke up the rest, or almost all of them.

Those in the neighboring rooms were the first to arrive.

Yes, obvious, but it wasn't so natural. Anyone would have thought twice. Maybe they were still half asleep and without time to think about it. In any case, they woke up as soon as they opened the door to Kyrie and Nero's room and saw what was inside.

One of the men, Luke Wright, turned around immediately, bringing his hands to his mouth. He left the room stumbling, each step splashing something, his mind trying not to realize it was blood, he had stepped in a huge pool of blood.

Or maybe his mind was just completely occupied by 'that' image.

In any case, he fell to the floor as soon as he crossed the threshold, losing his balance and vomited on his knees. Violently. Trembling from head to toe.

Another of the men lunged at Kyrie, pulling her back, trying to take the knife away from her. One of the women stepped forward to join that guy, trying to reach the knife, without thinking.

Like everyone present and surely everyone who would enter the room later, she would like to say that her mind was blank, but nothing could be further from the truth.

"Kyrie, stop! Why did you do that? Why the hell?"

Kyrie still wouldn't stop screaming, clinging to the blood-soaked knife as if her life depended on it, fighting against the grip with all her strength.

If she were in her right mind, she would have simply used magic to immobilize her captor.

Anyway, none of those present were in their right mind. Why? Well, because 'that' was Nero's mutilated body. He had no pants on. And between his legs there was nothing but a river of blood. What should have been between his legs was covering his mouth.

They were all protected, pampered nobles, no matter how tough they thought their lives were. But even if it were otherwise, nothing would have changed. It simply wasn't common. No one was used to seeing something so grotesque, if one could get used to it.

Dan, the man who was holding Kyrie and containing her for now, wondered how he hadn't fainted as soon as he saw it. He wondered how he was able to put strength in his grip. He wondered how he hadn't vomited like Luke.

He wondered why the hell he had to get out of bed and see this grotesque nightmare.

"I don't understand." The woman, Alice Wright, took the knife from her. And she dropped it immediately, unable to bear holding the tool with which that had been done. "You were so close, I don't understand anything... Why did you do it?"

Kyrie suddenly stopped screaming.

Her throat was probably too sore to keep screaming. Her head fell forward at the same time as her arms and legs lost strength, becoming flaccid.

It was as if she had become empty.

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"I should have done it a long time ago."

"What are you saying?"

More people arriving. Screaming, fleeing, reacting to the horror. The sound of tears. The sound of people expelling everything they had in their stomach. The sound of people almost choking on the overwhelming smell of blood.

It was chaos, and you had to shout just to be heard.

"I'm saying that this bastard raped my little girl and killed her to silence her! I'm saying I did exactly what I had to do, cut off his fucking dick and his damn neck!"

She wasn't empty. She still had plenty of energy left. An inhuman rage was feeding her.

Nobody knew what to say.

Nobody among the few who heard her in the first place, because most only had eyes for the corpse, even after they looked away and tried to erase the memory.

Among them were Dan and Alice, of course.

Kyrie took advantage of that moment to throw Dan backwards against the wall and pass by Alice, who reacted too late to be able to grab her.

They had taken the knife from her, but she had never needed that weapon. Not when she had magic like the rest of the family, more powerful or weaker, none of them needed weapons to be fucking dangerous.

So this wasn't over.

That was the prevailing thought in the room. In Dan's mind, who was trying to stand up and failing. In Alice's mind, who had been paralyzed.

And in the minds of those who left the room and shouted for her to come back, to stop.

But they were wrong.

Everything was over.

——

"I did it for you, Evelyn. Now there's nothing tying me to this world. Now we can be together forever."

There was ecstasy in her voice.

Why not? At last she could leave this hellhole and go with her daughter to a better place, a place where there was no fear or pain. Being honest with herself, her faith had never been particularly strong, but now everything was different.

Because she had seen her daughter.

Now she knew there was something more, something better. She knew it with certainty.

So Evelyn stepped forward.

The rope tightened around her neck as she fell.

The decapitation was instantaneous, but not death. She hadn't been prepared for that. Neither for the fall to decapitate her, nor to die instantly after something like that. The head fell to the ground, rolled leaving behind a thick trail of blood, and stopped in a way that she could see the rest of her body hanging from the rope that was tied to one of the arms of Lord Wright's statue that crowned the fountain that had been filled with her daughter's blood.

But only for a few seconds.

——

"Incredible." Satan laughed. "It shows that you're my son."

"Actually, I wanted to take it more slowly, torment them until they wished to die, but I became impatient. Although after all I think this is better. And it's not like I just did it to amuse myself. Now the official story has become much more convoluted."

First Ivor had fallen, for accidentally killing Jaiden. He was suspicious due to his jealousy. Then there was Kyrie, who had screamed what she had been told at the top of her lungs, in view of everyone (it was to be assumed that she would say it to justify herself when the others had pounced on her, trying to stop her, but also because she knew it).

So Nero, whose dick she had cut off as punishment for his alleged crimes, was also a possible culprit.

But at the same time it could be that the woman was simply crazy.

That she had lost her head very quickly after her daughter's death.

For now everyone was interpreting what happened as isolated incidents. No one even suspected that there was a real killer on the loose. He was building the perfect cover piece by piece, without knowing how it was going to end. But that mattered much less to him than the process of building it.

Never in his whole life had he had so much fun.

Sam laughed.

He had contained himself enough, so he deserved to give himself a reward. His eyes burned like the flames of hell. The laughter rose from the pit of his stomach and made his whole body shake. Sam let himself fall backwards, onto the bed, like a child.

Yes. It really was like a child's laughter, without a trace of evil.

If one closed their eyes, it might seem innocent, pure.

If they closed their eyes. Because otherwise that someone would see his smile that was all teeth, like a shark's smile.

This was his element, the waters he was destined to swim in. After so many years of searching, he had found them.

And he wasn't going to stop, he wasn't even going to look back for a second. How could it be otherwise? How could he let the only thing he had found escape?

He had a long road ahead, but for the first time in his two lives he felt like a complete person.

I Am The God of Hellfire, Part 19: END