It hurts…

His nails...

His cut-up tongue slowly repaired itself despite his own teeth sinking into it...

His messy soup of an eye slowly reformed again.

Blood… Dripped onto the floor as his arms strained against the rope that bit into his skin.

As his fingertips healed again, it gave them new areas to make him bleed from.

His eye was not healed yet. Too complex for a quick fix.

All he could do was cry…

This was worse than any session he had. At least before he was fighting back.

That hour of a living nightmare finally ended. It left Loukas shuddering and sobbing in his seat, rope biting at his wrists and ankles. A rough hand lifted his face to meet its owner.

Sir, himself.

He did not even struggle out of the talon-like grasp for fear of angering them further.

Loukas wanted to wiggle out of the man’s grip but another member of his church said to him, “We’re almost done questioning those two he seemed to be associating with. Mostly in regards to their observation of-”

Those words woke Loukas out of his miserable state as he struggled against the binds, “Pl-please, don’t hurt them. P-please they-they had n-n-nothing to do with this.”

Louka’s tears stung the closing cuts on his face but he didn't care, “P-please... leave them alone... It's all my fault. I’m the one who killed her please…”

One of the men looked at him in confusion, but sir however was stoic.

He was bawling. As humiliating as it was, he showed them all he was just miserable and desperate. What more could he have done? He could only bawl, cry and plead for the lives of the only people who had made these recent few months worth living.

“I’m the one who stabbed her, I’m the one who shot her, I’m the one who threw her in that furnace to hide the evidence.”

It was true; it was all him. He always wanted to kill her, they would not have got involved had he not dragged them into this… all his fault...

“I-I j-just got them to lie for me for an alibi. I-I.”

A broken smile was upon his face, “I always hated her. I just wanted her dead to get back at you ... It's true. It's all m-”

A fist smashed into his face, knocking a tooth right out of its socket. As Loukas rocked back from a daze, another fist slammed into him. He thought he heard the faint sound of bone breaking.

Again, again, again. The sound of flesh and bone slamming into each other. Each one led to more ragged breathing, swellings and drawn blood.

“You. Sick. Disgusting. Dog!” Sir roared as Edgar tried to hold him back. “Why, you were the thing she had to leave behind!”

The slams of his fists stopped as Edgar finally pulled Sir off him, and Loukas let out a shudder through his swollen lips. That eye socket was nearly closed up from the swelling. His body would not repair that eye anytime soon at this rate.

“Richie, you can’t kill him now,” Edgar withstood Sir’s furious glare at him as Edgar nudged his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “We still need to know the extent of Fer-Carson’s... if we ever are to prevent this from happening again, we need to study this.”

Sir’s glare did not soften as he turned his head back facing Loukas who was spitting up the blood that filled his mouth. He wanted to throw up. If they plan to torture him until they figure out what they want. Then breed him like the dog he was so that they can produce a child and then finally kill him……

He would be...

He would be okay with that...

Hide and Carole could go free...

Cherly gets to live a normal life.

Win-win.

Voices were hazy.

“Heirs are never this bad… his blood is already too much... but…Maybe it's inevitable that they are becoming less and less like humans after the process.”

What are they talking about?

Through the haze of pain, he could still hear them speak.

He... He was just a host...

He heard sir growled, “... My sister had to deal with this and despite everything... You could have chosen anyone else. Yet you people still decided to put that demon in her and now look at what we have to continue this farce.”

He points accusatorially at Loukas.

Maybe that was why she was always so…

It... It wasn’t her fault, right?

It was not her fault whatsoever for hurting h-?

Loukas’ own thoughts could not convince that gnawing pressure in his chest.

Loukas felt a hand grip his hair dragging down to be face to face with Edgar, whose expression made it clear, he needed only one word for Loukas to allow Sir to continue his attacks.

“Either we as we always had done before or everything Asbjorn had tried to maintain is over. We have no angel for stability, and that friend of his doesn’t count. Without an heir… this entire place would go out with it," He faced Loukas directly, "understand?”

Loukas slowly nodded his head to the man, “Y-yes... I understand.”

He would compromise. He would work with them, what else could he do?

All the things he wanted to do to these people…

All those things… Delightful things….

Tear that man's throat… Lap up at the squirting wound…

No! He should stop, he’s better than this. He has to reason with them.

Sir scoffed wiping his hands with a cloth handed to him by a woman in red robes, “Of course that's what I’ve been saying for years. Hopefully, now it getting through your thick skull.”

How thick sir’s own skull was, anyway?

“Anyway, we should start preparing Cherly, even while I dealing with-”

Loukas bolted upwards from the chair, not caring of the ropes tearing through his flesh. Shoving Edgar to the ground.

“No, You can’t use him!”

No, he would never allow this. Not after everything. He would never even so much as dream about it, they can not have Cherly go through this.

The drugs must have still been in effect as he collapsed onto the ground immediately as his legs and knees felt like soft, wobbly jello.

“No… stop please.” Loukas cried out to them whilst on the floor struggling.

Edgar got up from the ground glaring down at him, “We have no other choice. I don’t care what fantasy land you live in but either that or let a mentally unstable boy be the heir. Even you can see which would be more a liability. We're sorry but we do what needs to be done.”

“Tie him even tighter,” Sir said to the people in the room. Loukas, if he did not know any better, though he saw some look of familiarity as Sir stared down at him.

Loukas looked up at him back this time with pleading eyes.

“Pl-please… you love mom... She wouldn’t want you to do this..”

Sir stomped on his leg, breaking the femur in half, causing Loukas to cry out again.

“You ran away from her when she needed you the most. You have no right to say, anything boy.” Sir looked furious, “You were perfectly fine being her little emotional punching bag but the moment you were alone. Instead of helping her. You ate her damn body!”

…........................................................

“right, Loukas?”

Sir’s voice was a mist, the rushing hands grabbing him and holding him down were virtually non-existent.

The sights before him did not matter as they all blurred together before him beyond recognition.

Loukas laughed….

He only stopped when they shoved that cloth gag into his mouth.

It was………………………………………………..

“Loui…”

It hurts...

They went for his eye again… It healed slowly…

Tore it out, all he could do was cry...

Maybe they just wanted a slower healing, similar to how it was when he was younger. Controllable...

“M-mom, th-they,”

A memory that caused tears spill from, the functional eye looked around for some form of comfort.

He did not want to feel this pain anymore and thus he found himself in that private artificial garden. The flowers were placed there just a week ago. His younger clumsy fingertips could not braid a flower crown for his mother like before. Instead... even here he was crying

That soft, kind voice, a voice that would only ever speak to him nowadays said "Loui..." Her hand passed through his hair from scalp to tip. After all his time listening and being there for her, that voice said, “Loui... You're being too noisy... shut up for mommy okay....”

His arm reformed under that cut from a knife.

It brought him back to the present day.

Surrounded by many faces as they cut into his body. All to see why he was like this. To make sure it can never happen again. Never again would his family allow the birth of some demon, some monster.

A demon like himself for this cursed family.

After everything, he had done. Being someone he would listen to and comfort her, he learned to never showcase how he felt. It would only upset her, she was so fragile. She had her own issues to deal with.

Same as his own.

He hated how they talked so casually about how to kill him right now. Letting him bleed out was supposedly the best option.

After everything he had done, after everything he had gone through and compromised with them. This was how they wished to end him. They never saw him as more than some rabid dog to be used and put down.

The worst memory finally came back to him under his hellish torment.

It was that day; he saw her once again tortured by the same demons that have been tormenting him as well.

He does not hate Cherly for trusting them to the point of giving information on what he has been doing and where he has been. He does not hate him.

So naïve…

He tried to comfort her with the hug an adolescent would give a grieving parent. Her suffocating perfume wafted throughout the room, it filled his nose.

The torturers spoke on how they will deal with Hide and Carole.

Those sweet people, those kind people. He heard them talk about just killing Hide because he was already suspicious and how no one would miss him….

He will tear their eyes outs for such vile comments.

If those monsters lay a single finger on his sweet goat boy. He would make them pay, make them suffer. Hide was his.

She tackled him to the ground that day and with the soft, tear-filled words of “I’m sorry,” Her lips pressed against his own as the boy laid limp, she wasn't in her right mind, that perfume… That scent suffocated him and burned.

And he ran away.

This was the first time he had ever been on his own. The lights of the city were not as bright. The smog was not as thick, and no one stopped to asked, "What was this young boy doing here by himself?"

Of course, he was a coward, he a stupid stupid coward. So eventually he came back made sure no one was around to see him.

He went to her room to see how she was doing, she was not there. He a scent compelled him to look inside the closet. He forgot how weird that door's lock was. There she was... hanging limp. He... He did not mean to...

He was a failure.

No... Why no one bothered to check on her?

She was awful... but why no one seemed to notice how she was. Why only HE seemed to have to bear it?

The door shut behind him as he stared at the body and he could not leave.

Hours... days... how long was he trapped in there with the scent of meat and perfume?

How many hours and days...

He was so hungry. A dormant craving he had ever since he took the mantle as heir.

No one would know.....

It…. TaStE So gOoD….

He hated them…

Oh, How he hated them all.

He so wished to make them FEEL his teeth and nails in them.

He wanted them all to sing his song of torment as he feast.

He was so hungry.

She made him so hungry that day.

The ropes holding him down came loose as his arms tore through them.

He thought he had known fear when Sir first began those sessions, but now... This was fear. Fear from someone he thought he trusted, thought would never hurt him.

His eyes turned red that day he feasted on what was once a person he trusted.

When he came back by the opening of that closet door as he faced the shocked and repulsed onlooker. The shame or grief that washed over him that day... felt sooo numb now.

Why should he be ashamed?

He was just hungry and he ate her as it was intended.

Loukas heard a shout and a scream now out of his nightmare.

Or was it a dream?

People were screaming, trying to tackle him down to the ground, but he shoved them off as if they were insects. Even in his bruised, torn, bloody state he was still much bigger than them and so much stronger. One of his tormentors was shaking as he slowly approached. He swiftly tackled her to the ground holding her so tightly with his claws.

Before she could use a weapon against him, Loukas bite down at her throat with his teeth, tearing a chunk of meat from it, blood spurted out of the neck wound

So that was why he was so hungry...

Her blood, her flesh was a pure delight on his tongue, sweet as honey and smelt of pure attractive iron. Her last scream of agony was so beautiful.

Edgar, from the corner of one of his many eyes, with shaky hands pulled out a gun. However, something grabbed him the smaller man. It was not Loukas’ hand he was too far away nor even any other human arm. It was a sticky red meaty tendril that seemed like an extension of Loukas' body holding onto Edgar's wrist. He lifted the man up off the ground as Richard watched in horror….

Was uncle always this short?

Loukas licked his lips as he ripped out a thin metal pipe from the exposed flooring. He gave the man a malicious grin as he first applied pressure on his victim's side slowly piercing flesh as he squirmed and screamed. His clothes grew bloody as inch by inch the metal pipe went into Edgar's body. It would not kill him off too quickly, that was not his intention. Loukas just wanted to watch the man squeal around in fright and pain. It... felt so odd to watch, as his scream unlike those of before sent a shiver down Loukas' spine. especially a particular one down there. That torment was that Loukas needed to let a small moan of pleasure watching him struggle.

It felt... amazing.

He heard screaming in the background behind him from many different voices...

His other tendrils were doing the rest of the work for him, as they torment all in the room.

The frightened man's whimperings became shouts.

“St-stop, please stop.”

Loukas’ grin revealed all his sharp teeth. His long tongue licked, cleaning the blood from his white teeth.

“Think about what Lucy would think!”

Loukas stopped inserting that pipe to stare at the man.

“She wouldn’t want her son like this,” Edgar through his crack glasses looked into Loukas’ red eyes. Loukas looked back straight into his.

“She... She wouldn’t want this…” Loukas finally said, letting the metal pipe drop onto the ground, his tendril around the man loosened.

Edgar let out a sigh of relief until Loukas’ larger body slammed Edgar into the ground as he tore the once again screaming man's fingers off with his teeth. The man let out a scream of horror as Loukas licked at the stumpy fingerless hands, enjoying the taste of blood and meat.

“She just wanted me to be her emotional pet” Loukas whispered into Edgar’s ear. He then cracked his knuckles. As the chaos behind him reached its crescendo.

“I’m gonna enjoy this game...And I want you all to scream for me.”