147 After hell broke- Part 5 (2/2)

”I see,” Nicholas closed his eyes as his jaws ticked. He wished he could have gotten there sooner to rip the man with his own hands.

”I feel your anger...”

”That is because I am angry,” Heidi turned back to look at him. Something untold lurked in his eyes, his face looked grave and his posture a little stiff. She smiled.

This time, she was the one to place both her hands on either side of his cheek and she kissed him on his lips, ”I am alright. Something's just cannot be undone and all we can do is look forward, hoping everything will get better.”

Exactly after a week, trials were held at the court of the council with Duke Dorian Scathlok being called in front of the whole council as he had tried to tamper with the truce which was placed by the council. He was also convicted for working with the black witches in an effort to create havoc in the empires by creating half vampires whose transformation hadn't gone well, resulting in deranged vampires who were deemed not to be fit to live due to their volatile nature. It was also revealed that he was responsible for killing the councilman to persuade the divide between the humans and vampires.

Raymond Curtis was charged guilty for having taken a part in the Duke's and the late Lord Norman of the South. The court council had its own punishment and prison. Though Heidi's uncle was sent to the prison, the council saw fit, the Duke was sent to Bonelake as promised.

The dungeon that was located not far from the Rune mansion echoed with screams of pain and agony. After a very long time, it was a full house in the dungeon. With the number of people who were involved in sending and keeping Heidi there, the number of guests had only increased.

”Ahhhh!” the man screamed as a knife was stabbed into his stomach.

”This is a very special knife which master had gifted me after I served him for a year. I thought it should be an opportune moment to use it,” Stanley the butler of the Rune mansion blabbered, least bothered with the number of screams that passed through the chubby man's mouth, ”But then that's not what's making your skin burn. You see this,” he lifted a jar which looked like a polluted jar of water, ”This is one of my very rare creations I have been meaning to use but we hardly have any humans here. It is very rare-”

”I will kill you, you little lowlife!” the man growled at him to see the butler raise his finger.

”Ah-ah-ah! Mr Wilford, you forget that I am not the victim and you aren't the torturer. It is the opposite. I hope you like the next one,” with that the butler stabbed another knife bringing out blood from the man's mouth. The butler wore a white apron which was now sprinkled with blood, his hair tied into his usual ponytail. He hummed as he dipped another knife into the jar, ”It is an absolute privilege to be doing this to you. After all, I have always dreamed to settle our scores.”

Mr Wilford laughed darkly, ”Why does it still haunt you? Being raped in the confines of the cell before you were sold.”

”You are wrong,” Stanley pulled out the knife from his body, ”I actually enjoy being taken by men. It is a fan-ta-sy.”

”Ahhh!!!!” the man screamed, spluttering blood from his mouth before it fell on the ground.