Tears, the first in a long, long time, appeared on Nyx's face before silently falling down the contours of his face.

In his previous embodiments, he had been stabbed, shot, mutilated, blown up, ripped limb from limb, eaten and suffered from many other horrendous fates but, while they had affected him physically, none felt quite as invasive and degrading to his sense of self and mentality than this.

It felt as if something precious had been stolen, yet it wasn't something physical or that could be put into words. It was something intangible, but much more important.

The closest word that Nyx could use to describe it was dignity. Something he had thought he had thrown away a long time ago.

Though Nyx wanted to kill the man, to summon the darkness that was his ally and destroy the foul creature that didn't deserve to be called human, instead of rallying to his cause, he felt the strength leave his body as he became weaker and weaker.

It wasn't just because his weak, injured body had become exhausted from the intense struggle, it was if, with each foul word or act done by the man behind him, Nyx's soul was dealt a blow that it couldn't immediately recover.

"I will kill you," an ice-cold voice, one devoid of all emotion, escaped Nyx's lips subconsciously. "I will kill you."

Nyx couldn't think of anything else to say. He wanted to use his vast experience to describe the horrors he would put the man through yet, Nyx's mind was blank.

However, instead of intimidating the man, it only caused him to laugh harder as he pushed deeper into Nyx's depths. "That's the spirit. Hate me, despise me. Try to resist and then fall into despair realising that your struggles are like a kitten before a bear."

The man's laughter echoed off the surrounding walls. "Without your father, you are nothing. A pretty flower that exists to be picked and thrown away like the useless scrap she is."

Nyx continued to struggle, but knowing seemed to be exciting the obese man, couldn't put his heart into it. He could only bite his bottom lip, drawing more blood as he wracked his brains for a way out.

Although not much time had passed, it felt like an eternity for Nyx, wanting everything to be over but at the same time, not wanting to contemplate what the final result would be.

While Nyx continued to struggle vainly, hoping to twist his body or grasp some form of leverage, he started to consciously absorb the essence that was naturally attracted to his soul.

The man frowned. While the woman before was struggling, apart from a few whimpers, gasps and the few tears that fell, she was utterly emotionless and silent.

Nyx, unable to see his assailant, was imagining having a rapid breath though and beating the man to a meaty paste yet, he knew it was just a pipe dream. With his body's current condition and lack of cultivation, there would be no miracles.

This bodies attunement was woefully low, only having absorbed the natural essence around it and such, was beyond useless.

However, he continued to absorb the energy, even if it was a vain attempt to distract himself from what was happening.

All the essence absorbed was instantly lost, Nyx being unable to concentrate enough to cycle it around his body with his current mindset but, he continued.

However, the sense of helplessness continued to grow, and for the first time since taking on the name Nyx, Nyx felt utterly powerless.

Not only had he discovered his soul crystal was still functioning, a critical blow in its own right but even though his soul was free, his body wasn't.

While the old Nyx wouldn't have cared in the slightest, a body just being a body, the fact that he was currently being raped by a fat, perverted pig that, in any of his previous lives, he would have been able to kill with a mere flick of his wrist, caused a deep wound to his mentality.

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While Nyx's struggles had reduced significantly, his body exhausted, it still provided the extra stimulus the man needed, and he quietly closed his eyes and let his head fall back as he enjoyed the growing pleasure.

However, as the man had his eyes closed, he didn't witness the fact that as his movements and breathing became even more hurried and beastial, the room unnaturally darkened in an unnatural, almost sinister way as Nyx's hate-filled thoughts grew more and more violent.

Just as the man was approaching an orgasm, the shadows snaked across the air, landing on Nyx's body and turning to complex, rune-like symbols before being absorbed into his pale, white skin.

With a final, deep thrust, one that caused Nyx to release an involuntary sob, the man let out a guttural, pig-like cry before flopping onto Nyx's back and pinning him to the slab with no ability to breath, let alone move.

Not that Nyx was thinking about something as necessary as breathing.

With that final thrust, his mind that had been tempered by many life and death battles had frozen as all thoughts jarred to a halt.

While he hadn't felt anything, he knew the moment the man grunted and fell on top of him what had just happened.

It wasn't until slimy, cold wetness started to drip down his legs that Nyx regained his mind. However, once he did, he couldn't help but released a hate-filled scream, instantly starting to struggle against the man on top of him.

The scream that was extremely high pitched, full of anger and resentment, as well as a hint of despair and disbelief, was a sound Nyx would never have believed he could make.

A loud slap echoed across the room, accompanied by a sharp, stinging pain on his backside brought Nyx back to his senses as the weight that pressed him down into the stone table disappeared.

"Settle down you little slut, it's not like I haven't cum in you before," laughed the man as he slowly pulled out of Nyx and admired the sight. "and it's not like you can get pregnant anymore so why get your knickers in a twist."

The man chuckled. "If you had any knickers that is."

Struggling to reach the trousers wrapped around his angles, giving Nyx's butt a painful bite as he passed, the man finally managed to pull them up and turned lazily turned around.

"In fact, you should be thanking me for removing those useless parts. Now you can fuck to your heart's content and only worry about the priest's fee to clean yourself up."

If Nyx were forced to name the person he despised and hated the most, out of every life he had lived, before this, he would have declared it was his old master. Now, however, that position was instantly replaced by the fat, overweight man. It wasn't just his vile actions but his attitude and words that made Nyx want to drag his soul to the abyss and watch as he fell into madness and slowly disintegrated, a fate he had never wished on another.

Using his weak, shaking arms against the table, Nyx pushed himself back and slid down the table before sitting on the floor.

Fresh tears fell down his face yet he didn't even bother to try and hide them as he twisted his body and neck to turn, determined to get a glimpse of the beast that violated him.

Nyx's cold, dark blue eyes, seemingly as deep as the endless abyss, locked onto the man's, locking him in place.

Even though tears continued to fall from Nyx's eyes, they seemed utterly emotionless and without interest, as if an overlord was looking down upon the world.

Nyx had long since learnt to hide his emotions, especially intent of his eyes, having faced many powerful and calculating foes. However, no matter how much he believed he was broken, especially after discovering that killing another, be it, man, woman or child had affected him as much as picking his nose, he couldn't completely hide the turbulent emotions raging within.

The man, who had still been chucking at his own joke, had turned around at the soft sound of Nyx hitting the floor, however, the moment their eyes locked, the laughter had died in his throat.

Two bottomless, dark blue eyes continued to stare at him, making him feel as if his very soul was naked and under intense scrutiny causing a chill to crawl up his spine.

However, that wasn't what started to freak him out. The sharp contrast of tears and those cold eyes that held no emotion, caused his heartbeat to increase. He had never seen such emotionless eyes, even from corpses.

The fat man's insides started to squirm as he wiped the sweat off his brow and scratched his thinning, brown hair to try and recover his none caring, jovial attitude.

However, even though he wanted to appear that way on the surface, his sense of unease continued to rise, and he had the intense desire to leave as quickly as possible.

The feeling was so intense that he had even forgotten that the woman's eyes were meant to be sky blue, a trait of her bloodline.

Swallowing hard, his mind confused by the sudden change, the man quickly turned around and exited through a thick, wooden door.

Slamming the door shut and wiping away the sweat that had once again appeared on his forehead, the man started muttering as he activated the multiple locks, both magical and mechanical, on the door. "Boss said to let him know if she starts acting strange and that definitely counts."

Shuffling down the long, stone tunnel with many doors similar to the one he just locked, a lingering sense of dread hung over the man so much that he couldn't help but repeatedly mutter that something wasn't right and check behind him from time to time.