Chapter 19 Louch B. Shuzzon

Day 48 continues……

“Get him!” [Thud! Thud! Thud!] Out of the blue, I felt the vicious restrictive pressure of several men forcing me to the ground. King Shuzzon’s underlings pressed their knees so deeply into my back, it caused several of my vital vertebrae to shatter.

“Wo-ho-ho-ho. You’ve stupidly given me an idea of how to harness the celestial blade’s power, undying man.”

Hearing king Shuzzon’s words as he stepped inside the ventilated room sent a shiver down my stitched spine which I haven’t felt in ages. “The Lure of Intimidation?” If I still had my beast hide equipped then my indomitable will would have certainly counteracted King Shuzzon’s terrorization. “What did he mean that I’ve given him an idea of how to harness the holy sword’s strength?”

As the hot temperature inside the room started to cool, the men holding my body captive motioned my head upward to face their eminence. My vision met with that of king Shuzzon. He knelt on one knee, used his left hand to grip the locks atop my head then spoke.

“Undying man, it seems you can communicate with the dead. Soon your legend shall be intertwined with my own. Wo-ho-ho-ho!”

“What did he mean by this?” I thought to myself. Before I could open my mouth to ask him about his devious intentions, I felt a sharpness cut through my neck and severed my head. King Shuzzon got up from the floor whilst gripping my decapitated head.

“Come undying man. I have a surprise for you. Servants wrap a new set of cloth around the celestial blade keep it close to this man’s corpse and transfer them together to my art gallery.”

“Right away my lord!”

King Shuzzon carried my head outside his chamber as soon as he gave the order to his slaves. Thus I didn’t get to witness how badly they were handling the rest of my carcass. The iniquitous king carried my severed head to a secluded room down in his basement.

[Creek!] King Shuzzon unlocked a huge door that was entangled by thick chains. “Welcome to my art gallery, undying man.”

“This is…?” My remaining eye almost popped out of socket when I ascertained the grotesque visuals comprising the room. In the very centre was a long counter currently being occupied by a deceased woman’s corpse. Her blood and entrails were splattered all over the counter which eventually led to the floor being nasty. A large wooden shelf was positioned in a corner in the room. Upon that shelf were myriads of neatly aligned heads stored within preserved jars. They belonged to the many women who had suffered king Shuzzon’s decapitation fetish. At the other side of the room were torturing apparatuses that he used to butcher the women. Most of those tools I’ve never seen in my life but I could tell that they were tools meant to defile corpses.

“Wo-ho-ho! Your eye tells me that your intrigue, undying man. Isn’t my art gallery wonderful? I personally sourced the raw materials and decorated it myself. Come, let me show you my first magnum opus.”

King Shuzzon brought my head to the shelf decorated with his homicide artwork. He bragged about his first loved whom he had decapitated during their copulation, moreover, he told me the backstories of how he met the alluring beauties. He went on and on with his delirious tongue; just wouldn’t stop talking. It was after the servants came into the room with my corpse that he stop boasting about his special collection of beautiful heads.

“My lord, we’ve brought them.”

“Good, lay them on the counter over there then you may take your leave.”

“As you command, my lord.”

The servants set down my corpse along with the holy sword on a counter as they were told then vanished their presence from the disgusting art gallery.

“Don’t worry undying man. I’ll give you the best seat in the house.” Sating this, King Shuzzon placed my severed head high up on the shelf where I could see his artwork in progress.

He pushed the table which hosted the dead woman’s body closer to the counter that my corpse was resting on. I watched him sorted out his butchering apparatuses at the side. Finished tending to the sharpness of his tools, king Shuzzon pressed a short knife to my torso and made a vertical incision from my sternum. The way he handled his knife showed how skilful he was. He must have operated on hundreds of bodies to be so well versed in human anatomy.

That evening while my body was being operated on, I felt every bit of stimuli. Albeit my head was severed, I was still spiritually linked with the rest of my body. Every bit of excruciating pain bombarded my psyche in a wild rush. My hollers were so clamorous, king Shuzzon had to stuff my mouth with a piece of wet cloth soaked in blood to silence me.

What he did that day partially dismantled my body while modifying parts of it. He transferred organs from the dead woman’s corpse and replaced them with my own which were damaged beyond repair. Such as my heart, liver and so on. What surprised me was that those new organs which were assimilated with my body had begun functioning as one. I could even hear the heartbeat of the newly added heart.

The further king Shuzzon proceed to mess around with my undying body, the more I found out about myself. For instance, my body would automatically produce a fresh batch of blood after 3 hours of being completely drained. New sets of limbs could also be attached to my corpse and functioned as a whole. King Shuzzon proved this fact by stitching the dead woman’s hands near the scapula on my back. He connected my arteries and veins with the tissues of the feminine arms. Though my corpse was looking more and more ridiculous, I was amazed by how much my body had evolved.

“What is this undying curse placed on my body by Azaizel’s celestial blade?” I wanted answers for this unknown evolution plaguing my body. Hence I racked my mind deeply to try and awoken the Eye of Ghost voluntarily. “If I could interact with the holy sword from there, I might be able to acquire some useful knowledge.” I closed my eye tightly and tried to imagine the realm of the afterlife.

[Drip! Drip!] The sounds of water dripping prompted me to unlock my vision. What I perceived thereafter was a bloodthirsty puddle flowing into the dystopic art gallery from the corners. Treading the course of this ethereal wetness were the dozens of women who king Shuzzon had decapitated. They were crowding the area of the iniquitous king while spitting out unveiled threats coupled with expletive-laden-tirades that only I could perceive. King Shuzzon wasn’t the least bit aware that the headless women wanted their vengeance against him.

I took a gander at the counter which hosted the majority of my body parts. The holy sword that was resting close by was giving off faint traces of visible air possessing an orange tint. The ghostly mist was attracted to my main body, some of its mysterious nature even flowed into my severed head. I believed this mist was what kept me undying. My soul and body essence were constantly being rejuvenated by the holy sword. Due to this phenomenon, the thousands of harnessed brave souls dwelling inside of the blade’s sharpness was depleting rapidly. I could tell that it desperately wanted to feed by the weird burning sensation flickering in my Eye of Ghost.

Whenever the holy sword was agitated, the bloodthirsty puddle which encompassed the ground would always portray lots of ripples accompanied by a bubbling factor that occasionally exuded scented steam.