warning This chapter has seems like torture, Blood, gore Etc.
Chapter 8 - Revelations part 1
"Ready to talk?" the figure asked, his eyes sparkling with a sadistic gleam.
"Suck my dick," I replied, glaring directly at him.
"Is that right?" A smirk formed on the figure's face. "I had hoped we could come to an understanding." 'What the fuck is with this guy? One second he's all shouty, and now he's back to acting all cool and calm. Does he have split personality disorder or something?' I thought to myself, not understanding anything about the bastard in front of me. 'Why did he kidnap me, why is he so convinced I'm a dark elf, and why does he hate them so much?' A world of confusing thoughts swirled in my head.
"Well, I must apologize because I have an errand to run," the figure spoke calmly, a sadistic smile spreading across his face. "But don't worry, I'll leave a gift for you." He pressed the button on the device again, and then several compartments opened up on the chair, dropping several piping hot silver balls all over my body.
"AGHH!" I screamed,as the ball melted into my body but as if my current level of suffering wasn't enough, while I was getting burned, the chair began stretching my body worse than before. I felt the familiar warmth of my regeneration trying its best to heal and mend my wounds, but the literal assault on my body was pushing my newly acquired healing factor too far, too early. My body was being stretched in ways too horrible to describe, and a constant stream of piping hot balls were making my body their new home.
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"AGHHH," I let out a blood-curdling scream as I looked at the figure, hatred dancing in my violet eyes. The figure smiled, amusement dancing in his dark green eyes. He pulled his hood over his head. "I hope by the time I return, shadow spawn, we can have a civil conversation. Otherwise, I will have to use even more unsavory means," he said in a calm voice that couldn't quite hide the glee he was feeling. With that, he disappeared in sparks of green.
"Civil conversation, he says. Fucking bastard. As if any of this shit is civil," I coughed out, a mouthful of blood leaving a coppery taste in my mouth. I was struggling to keep my eyes open. My body was on the verge of passing out. Despite everything, my body was still that of a five-year-old. Even if my body was older and stronger than average because of my elven physiology, I was still a kid, and my body was pushed to its limits.I could feel the exhaustion and by this point it was a struggle to keep my eyes open
For a moment, I let my eyes close and stopped fighting it. Once again, I felt the comforting embrace of Lady Death. Her soft, gentle hand brushed through my hair, and for a moment, I even got a glimpse of her. She had long, luscious raven black hair along with sparkling silver eyes, and strangely enough, she smelled like lavender. She smiled gently up at me, and just for a second, I reached out to grab her, but just as my hand was about to make contact, I had a thought. 'Didn't I promise myself I was going to kill him? If I die now, how would I kill him? If I die now, I would leave the only person who cared about me in two worlds. How could I be so selfish to leave Starlia alone? ' Unaware to me, my violet eyes glowed molten gold, and a small wave of golden energy left my body, cracking the walls and ground.
Death looked at me, her eyes twinkling with curiosity dancing in their silver depths. "Interesting. So the rumors about you are true. You are the antithesis of fate. Until we meet again, Tarious Nevada, I will be watching."