Odyssey of the Night

A bloody night

It was a quiet night. The truth has been uncovered, yet the Archduke slept soundly. His overconfidence would never prepare for what happens next. 

A mysterious silhouette could be seen, entering this bedroom to quickly glitch the Archduke to an unknown room underground, taking itself with it. As the kidnapping succeeded, the ominous person reveals themselves to be Avien Herishi. 

The room (to which they teleported) had white walls, which seemed dark grey due to the dim lighting. Every step, breath and other noises are echoing through this room, indicating how large and reflective it is. On Aviens side was a table filled with different torturing devices. Scalpels, knifes of different sizes,a lighter, poisons and other things alike. There was also a coat, mask and surgery gloves. The knight has carefully glitched Dashiell Crellot into a chair while simultaneously having tied a magic resistant rope around him. 

Avien would put on the coat, during which the Archduke finally came to his senses and woke up. "You bitch. I knew there was something up with you. GET ME OUT OF THESE FUCKING TIES YOU FUCK TARD", Dashiell yelled bluntly. Avien calmly would pull his arm through the sleeves before stating: "I know what you did. Now you must pay for your sins." 

His hands would slowly put on the gloves, each finger slowly entering the destined hole. After both hands are covered by the plastic the Archduke would just look confused, not knowing 'what the fuck he's talking about' and what's going to happen next. Duct tape was taken away from the table, being opened and smacked on the lips of Dashiell (slapping him at the same time lmayo). This wasn't your average daily duct tape. It was one that could barely be taken off by anyone because of its stickiness. Herishi took his time to let the tape get tighter and put on a mask for the meanwhile. "I really detest you, 'sir'. Be thankful that I'll only be doing this much." As he took off the tape, most of the skin came off too. 

And yet, the Archduke still had a nag to continue the insults. "AARRRGGHH. How dare a useless peasant like you cause this much hazard!". Avien tilted his head, still with a neutral expression, stating:" You had this coming your way." Yellow eyes would dilate up as Dashiell would start coughing up blood. His muscles would tighten up and vessels start popping, causing adrenaline to push a 'fight or flight' response onto him. He violently shacked on the chair, trying to escape with no avail. As a last resort he was screaming, the sound echoing through the room like it was an opera house.

 A smirk would form on Herishi's face as he took the lighter and walked up to Crellot. He starts to burn the word 'traitor' on the front of the duke, whispering in his ear: "Look where your addiction leads you, hurting you instantly instead of slowly now." After saying those words his smile would widen, showing a purely sadistic side of him. This went on until he looked at the watch on his wrist. Annoyed he would take a healing potion and forcefully shove it down the archduke's throat. 

"The fuck do you want from me you braindead bastard.", the Archduke snarky remarked. 

"Who allowed you to talk.", Avien said while looking down on him.

 Before Dashiell could reply he got a gut-wrenching pain in the stomach. It got filled with air. As the archdukes' moans would start again, Avien was taking the scalpel from the table. He'd get down to Crellots face and start carving. "See, now you won't have to move a muscle to have your stupid grin. But let's widen it, shall we?" He would carve deeper and longer lines, until even a frown would look like a psychotic smile. Though, it did have some complications since Dashiell wouldn't stop moving and throwing insults. Alas, he brought more pain into himself, so it was accepted.

"Sir, may you shut up?", Herishi said while pushing the Archdukes rib so hard it cracked. He then went on his last trick: malfunctioning organs. 

In the same moment Avirn threw the chair into the white wall, he was using his abilities to make Crellots stomach fluids travel to his lungs, ultimately making both organs malfunction. That went on for a while, as Avien was preparing other things. Yet again he looked at his watch and timed when Dashiell would die but decided to give him one last shock. The last healing potion was forced down the fallen Archdukes throat, sliding down for one last blessing before his long-awaited death. 

His heart was pounding, as the knight put a gun under his chin. "I only have one question. Why did you betray your very own empire (you hypocrite)?". He didn't answer. Herishi 'loaded' the gun. "Answer, or you shall die in my hands or be forced be tortured endlessly (until you cannot fathom the concept of time anymore)." The Archduke reluctantly replied: "Power and money." Avien would nonchalantly pull the trigger, revealing that it never had ammunition in the first place. Crellots had an expression that made Avien chuckle.

 "Look at your face, so scared. So afraid. Yet so inconsiderate of everyone else. Tasting your own medicine isn't great now, is it? Let's end it all then.", he said while taking the scalpel and cutting his eyes out. As Dashiell screamed in agony Herishi would just continue, slicing the ears next. Each finger, every toe, slowly and painfully chopped off. Until there weren't any small body parts left anymore. He went to the table to switch from scalpel to knife. Making the division of body parts easier, he continued until the Archduke has fully died of blood loss. The white room was coloured into all shades of red. Avien put all the body parts in a filthy plastic bag. "Yeah, you're going right where you belong to."

Avien Herishi, the murderer of Dashiell Crellots, carrying his corps in a heavy bag that's simultaneously filled with trash. You would pity the man if he was innocent, but you don't murder people without reason.

 The knight glitched to a remote area to not be instantly found. Luckily the area is filled with rocks, meaning no wildfires. Avien would throw the bag onto the ground with as much force and hatred as he had for Crellots. He'd quickly get the lighter out and throw it on the bag, burning the fallen Archduke so that his ashes can never be found in the wind. The smell of rotten corpse and smoke running through the air brought joy to Avien but it eventually ended. When the corpse was fully gone and the fire was completely out, Herishi decided that it was time to return home. 

As he got back to the blood-filled room, he took off his rope. Avien was happy that 'none of his filthy blood' came on him. Letting out your anger like that is therapeutic, really. After the rope sleeves got off his arms, he would begin taking off the gloves. One by one, removing every finger, reminiscing the deed he committed. When those were off, he would throw them on the table. Aviens fingers would meet his ears, slowly removing the mask. Another fire would start as he's burning the blood-filled clothes, glitching out of the room after. 

Tonight, a certain someone will have the most blessed dream you could imagine.