Multiple memories flow through the crimson-haired's mind, Henna's eyes glancing and glaring at the prisoner who is strung up like a puppet hanging from the trees whose branches gently sway in the night's breeze. The smell of food seems to make the prisoner stir from his sleep, Hong's poison wore off a few hours ago as Cale flips through a large and thick book while in his disguise as Olen. A man of a thin build stands beside the prisoner, only the greys of his eyes being visible from underneath his mask as every centimeter of his body is covered in an inky blackness making it look like he came from the depths of the darkness that surrounds them. The prisoner visibly shakes as he watches the gold masked man in front of him, the mask shines brilliantly in the man-made light from the candles that sit nearby. Hans holds a whip that has glass and spikes embedded within the bloodied leather that drags against the forest floor. Unknown to everyone but Hans, a cruel smirk is painted across his face as he stalks closer to his prey, however, Cale stops him as the prisoner gently whimpers at the sight of such a familiar whip.
"Now, tell me about who you work for. If you give us the information that we want, you will escape with only a few orders and with your life. If you don't, then-"
He chuckles darkly, his voice low and laced with bittersweetness that drips from his words as he crosses his legs elegantly while Ron stands nearby. The words are filled with a poisonous sweetness that makes it too good to be true, however, his tone lowers by an octave going into a deep and gravel-like baritone as he leans forward, closer to the poor unfortunate soul that landed in his grasp. His eyes, the eyes that are as grey as the cloudy sky that beckons a storm or as grey as the smoke from one's chimney, showcase no emotions towards the poor man that continues to shake under such a cold and cruel gaze that he is subjected to.
"-you will only die from the torture that you placed onto the creature that you believed was lesser than you."
A breeze blows by, causing the clouds that covered the moon to drift by letting the full moon's rays shine down onto the small group of creatures as it watches this cruelty. Oh, how cruel is it to see a human lay its hands on its kind in such a harmful way? However, no one knows the pain and suffering that the world and Gods forced him to undergo. This time, he will show them what he can do by throwing out all of his morals into the wind.
The sounds of the whip making contact with human flesh, tearing it apart as well as cloth, echo throughout the forest. A little dragon sits at a top of a nearby branch as he watches the scene. His little heart soars as he watches the human that gave him pain receive the pain of his own while begging and screaming. Soon, the man was talking, well aware of his situation as Hans picks up a piece of metal that was red hot as it was sitting in the campfire, it was a brander like one would use to brand their cattle. The man was withering against the tree with blood, sweat, snot, and tears running down his face like a waterfall.
Olen sits elegantly as he watches and takes notes, Ron hands him some food as his son Beacrox puts on white gloves, intending to join in on the little torture session being led by Hans. Soon two torturers tend to the poor soul as the dragon watches on. Cale, of course, knew of the little dragon watching, he could sense the little mighty being from miles away due to his kneen senses sharpened like a knife through all of his lives. He lets the little one watch, he was partially doing it for the little one anyway so why not let him watch?
The first light of the morning touches the tops of the trees as the excuse of a human being lays barely alive at his feet, long since taken down from his perch of the tree. Cale, now out of his disguise, stands up and stretches before moving to his tent where Hans lay resting, already cleaned from the blood that stained his clothes. Cale chuckles at the peaceful sight in front of him, who would have known that such an innocent-looking young man relentlessly tortured a man throughout the long night? Cale looks through the many pieces of information that they had gathered through their little heart-to-heart session.
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The Trash Comes Back for Revenge (Regresser! Cale)
AdventureKim Rok Soo never became Cale Henituse as Cale has regressed. Cale has lived through the war and has reverted to the past with the help of the God of Death who takes pity on him. In this life, Cale has taken the knowledge from his past life to this...
