Author: Sigh forgive my cruel mind.

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As we looked at the person standing before us, we were left hesitant on what to do. It appears the remaining daughter of the Lord is mercilessly beating an incapacitated Bolier with the his own member. She appears to have signs of being tortured, but her once beautiful features can still be seen through her injuries. Bolier’s habits may have found their way to even include family. Scar tissue reveals that it may have been long term.

The only reason I know she is related to the lord is due to her having the same hereditary trait of the family. Her unnaturally dark crimson hair and deep blue eyes are a common trademark among the family. She seemed to have mercilessly tortured Bolier in all types of ways, but the injuries show she is not used to using a blade with how uneven the cuts were.

If I were to guess, she most likely got the drop on him when he was distracted by the situation and did what any torture victim would want to do to the one inflicting pain on them. Bolier looked ready to die at any moment as his blood flowed.

The girl noticed me and my group and stared at us with caution. Me not knowing how to react simply shrugged my shoulders and asked her where the Lord and Persian would most likely be. Her eyes analyzed us as she tried to understand our motives, seemingly finding what she wanted she pointing to the east wing. As we began to leave her she asked a simple question.

“What’s your real objective?” (Girl)

I gave a momentary pause as I answered. “To purge the world of this disgusting place and move on with our lives.” (Kuro)

Shiro and Puerial paid no heed to the girl any further and looked at around vigilantly as they gave satisfactory glances toward my direction. It wasn’t really a lie, this family was in the way of me leaving peacefully. For the current me to leave the city would be simple, but the Lord’s bounty would follow me around. Thus to get on with our lives, ending the problem at the root is needed.

As I turned away and proceeded down the hall, the girl just casually started to follow leaving Bolier to die in agony. Well as long as she doesn’t get in the way, I don't really care what she does.

An extravagant double door appeared down the hall with a large possibility of it being the Lord’s bedroom. When we drew near, noticeable cry’s for help were heard from a less decorated double door to the left of the hall. A glance at the girl following my group revealed she had some lingering resentment for this room.

Without hesitation I kicked the doors open, who knows what was on the handle, and gazed in horror at the scene. Blood everywhere with wooden torture devices with assortments of tools lay all over the room.

I felt my skin crawl in anger...as me and my group looked upon the 3 victims. Of the three 2 are young woman and the third in her late 20's, probably, with various injuries all over their bodies. Many of the injuries are made to leave lasting damage, but the worst thing is that I know two of them.

Tammy and Beth are both tied to torture devices and are crying for help. I felt my vision go red, but there was nothing I can do since Bolier is already dead.

What happened to Khan, didn’t all three of them leave to the nearest city? I decided to push this thought to the back of my mind, their injuries needed to be treated. Shiro and Puerial were already trying to free them as tears streamed down their faces.

I can’t blame them, friends are hard to get in this world, and seeing their once smiling faces in this state makes my heart ache. My rage was left unable to be sated. As we laid the three down on the floor I quickly cast [Healing Ray]. Their conditions seemed to stabilize but the road to recovery will be a long one, not just physically but mentally. They gazed toward me and their eyes screamed for vengeance. I don't know what Bolier inflicted on them but they will have their clarity.

“Mom” (Girl)

The girl that was following us seemed to be the daughter of the third victim. I finally noticed the slave collars places on the three and quickly remove them. I wondered why the girl didn’t have one but left the question unasked. There is too much going on for needless talk. It took some time but the three at the very least were healed enough for minor movement.

It will be difficult to carry them out while dealing with the Lord, but I won't abandon them.

Looking around I made a makeshift stretcher with these torture devices, minus the dangerous parts, to carry the three. I wouldn't usually help people I don't know to such a degree without reason, but I felt a bit of my own experience when I gazed at the young girl. So the third victim was also placed on the stretcher. At the very least I can bring her mother to safety.

It was a bit heavy but carrying the three victims wasn’t too hard, they already passed out.

Shiro and Puerial both carried a heavy hate in their eyes as their tears fell. I will have to make sure they don't lose what makes them good. Amare and the novels I read often warned about being twisted by these things.

“Don't worry, this family will suffer and these three will be fine after I treat them further. If you really hate this, then get stronger. But don't ever forget why you seek strength, I don't want to see your smiles fade away.” (Kuro) I said this with downcast eyes, as I worry about the future. These girls may no longer be the same, and Khan’s situation is unknown.

The girls look at me sincerely and smile. Even the younger girl following us seems to gaze at me with shock, were before her eyes contained suspicion. She may have developed a hatred for the opposite gender.

Our pace was slowed, but it was manageable. We finally approached the extravagant double doored room and I again kicked the doors open.

Persian was in the back of the room looting a vault that was behind a bookcase, such an original hiding place. The Lord lay in his bed yelling at his son for assistance but is openly ignored. I have long since noticed the guards have abandoned the place, fleeing to preserve their lives. A look out the window shows the fire has finally reached this building, but we still have time to escape after killing these two.

The only real threat they posed was their purchased strength and fortress like home. Take them away and you get a bunch of weak garbage. Their is no value in keeping them alive.

Shiro pounced Persian and immediately broke his arm, making him drop the gold and jewels he was stuffing into a sack. She dragged him toward our group and the Lord grew silent as he finally noticed us. As before to rat Puerial and Shiro did some colorful forms of quick torture to award Persian with a cruel death. Of course for proper effect we left him alive enough to suffer as his life ebbs away.

After our attention focused back toward the injured Lord he finally seemed to regain his voice.

“D-Don't you dare come close, I AM THE LORD! YOU WILL DO AS I SAY!” (Frantic Lord)

Ignoring his words we walked closer.

“I-I HAVE MONEY...LOTS OF IT...YOU CAN HAVE IT IF YOU SPARE ME!.” (Dumb-ass Lord)

We spared him no words, and proceeded to re-injure him. Each strike meant to cause the most pain. He screams and cries for help left unanswered, while Shiro seemed to get bored and collected the money from the vault. I’ll be sure to count it later, it will be useful for the future.

After a few minutes I too grew tired and simply cut his throat to end it. His death will mark the end of this filthy family.

We walked further into the room toward the doors were he kept his concubine slaves. When we enter we saw what should of been the Lord’s personal guards raping the woman in the room. Their eyes were already dead, the familiar gaze showed the possibility of them regaining their light to be impossible.

As a show of mercy, after the guards were slain I asked them a simple question.

“Do you want to live?” (Kuro)

I knew what the reply would be, but the hope for a different answer made me ask. With clear and lifeless voices they all replied with a simple “No.”

I destroyed their collars and placed the guards blades before them and left toward the secret passage at the other side of the room. In the next life I hope they find happiness.

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The passageway was long and dark after we descended from the secret stairs and into a tunnel. No one said a word and the only noise made was the sound of our shoes and the wooden stretcher dragging across the floor with the three torture victims still sleeping. When we finally saw the exit we were tired and ready for sleep. This place was a few miles out from the city,

My thoughts often recalled everything that happened. After extensive research I know there is no dungeons in the manor since the Lord used the Guards holdings for containing prisoners.

We already freed those prisoners as part of the force making distractions and escaping with the former slaves. Khan was not among that group. Wherever he is, I hope he is okay.

We rested at the exit of the tunnel and I took the time to continue healing the three victims as well as the rest of the group.

This was a really long night, Shiro and Puerial have already fallen asleep using my lap as a pillow. The young girl who’s name I still don't know is caressing her mother with a worried look.

I decided to take first watch regardless of how weary I felt as everyone fell into deep slumber.

As I gazed at their sleeping figures I can’t help but think about how much effort the Lord and his family put into trying to have such a superior image among the other noble’s, while having such disgusting habits behind closed doors.

How many other’s are the same.

How many will I have to kill.

And how many desolate eyes will I see in the future.

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A/N: Thank you for reading the chapter.

had to do laundry and think up how to depict the things in the house.

I know its pretty bad in some parts, but I did tag the tragedy genre and such.