55 Song of the Blood Seraph Final Par (1/2)
Ten minutes of munching ended Inyoka's blood feast, and the abomination glided back toward Kilian, bobbing its heads as if seeking praise. Satisfied, Kilian patted both of Inyoka's heads, and with his serpent coiling around his form, he ambled toward Ernst who quivered to no end.
”Ugh, what kind of smell is that? How can piss smell worse than a sea lion's fart? Maybe we should start by cleaning your insides,” Kilian pinched his nose and waved off the ”terrible” smell. Alas, his last words only deepened Ernst's terror, making the yellow piss pool soak his feet.
Wiggling his head in disapproval, Kilian put on a pair of black rubber gloves and tapped Ernst's cheeks.
”W-why...why can't I move?” Shivering with tear-soaked, bloodshot eyes, Ernst stammered at Kilian.
”Willpower,” he replied, clutched Ernst's neck in his right hand, and hurled him across the room to crash on a sofa. Still, Ernst couldn't move. Whether he stared into Inyoka's eyes or not seemed entirely irrelevant.
”Fear paralysis is a common thing. Instead of running before wild beasts, helpless human prey can quickly end up stranded by fear. The Compendium of Species taught me many things, and among them, what makes what race tick. Inyoka's eyes are a supercharged version of that stimulus. With shallow willpower, you only need to glance at him once, and you will become no different from a statue—a talking statue, that is,” Kilian followed, and alongside Inyoka, reappeared before Ernst.
”Y-you c-can't kill me! I'm the only son of Grand Duke Rupert! The heir of Ruhkfort! My father loved me enough that he didn't bother to have another son! Also, the Department Chair of Technomancy is my elder sister and will definitely investigate my death! Even if you don't leave fingerprints, she will retrace your magical signature!” Ernst snarled, finding backbone in his background.
”You're right! Except that your sister will be the first to celebrate your death. In fact, if I didn't have other plans for it, I'd give her your head. A pity, really. Oh and, I use Fehl Magic.” The words destroyed Ernst's final hopes, and mouth agape, he wept warm tears. On the list of people Esther wished to kill, the only ones above her husband were her father and siblings.
Let's not mention seeking the murderer, it would be great if she didn't cover the trails—if trails there were.
”Please forgive me! I am sorry! I don't deserve to die! It's not right! I didn't even get to touch her!” Desperate, Ernst thrashed against invisible chains, while jabbering one of the worst ”don't kill me” cases in history.
”Oh? Forgive. Alright, just tell me one thing. How were you going to do it? Pin her on the ground, shove your cock down her cunt and say, forgive me, I'm sorry? Hum? Yeah right.
You see, Ernst, sending hundreds to their death, even worthless wretches, just to secure a victory, doesn't make my heart race with excitement. I will do it because I must. Because if you don't win, you lose. And I've tasted defeat already. But making sure the likes of you draw their final breath in utter agony? Now that really gets me going,” Kilian leaned forward, and whispered in Ernst's trembling ears.
”But don't worry, even scum shouldn't die in vain. Your corpse must tell an immortal tale! I call it, the Song of the Blood Seraph.” All amusement vanished from Kilian's face, replaced by a deadpan gaze that only made Ernst's heart race faster.
”You're mad! You're mad! You're m-” Sinking his gloved fingers into Ernst's face, Kilian stopped his outrage and began his artwork. And though Ernst remained alive for the longest part of the macabre surgery, Kilian removed his vocal cords to make sure he couldn't scream.
Following Ernst's one-hour-long makeover, Kilian kept the result in the Hellforge, and with Cyberkinesis, hacked into the academy's recording technology to locate all those that witnessed the contact between Lena and Ernst's group. After hunting them all down, Kilian returned to the Hellforge and waited till midnight to hang the new Ernst in the dining hall.