Realm of Holocene, a Game of Thrones-esque world with fewer politics and more creatures. Mystical and Believable.
Aden El-Rahm, a young sellsword with a -cool, calm, and confident- demeanor who holds a debauchery secret, finds himself facing a fate...
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They got Ugly Don in the dimmed interrogation room. The room was located next to the jail. It was damp and only had one little ventilation hole. five people were surrounding a chained burly man sitting in the middle of the room. Four men of crown enforcers as large as Ugly Don with fists and clothes stained by blood, not their blood but Ugly Don's blood.
by the time the inquiror arrived, Ugly Don was already beaten up and tortured like never before. his nails were pulled out and some of his fingers were already decapitated. his open wounds were soaked in acid to make him suffer more.
"No, please. Spare me..she ..*cough*, I don't know who is she, they always wear hood whenever we meet. this one is pretty, I swear. I can tell. she addressed herself as lady white."
"what else?" the interrogator asked in a calm voice. it seems like he is a master at this art. He reached for a plier on the side table where Ugly Don sat. Ugly Don looked intimidated just by the Inquiror gesture. the Inquiror knew better that people like him couldn't be spooked by loud voices but everyone eventually broke to the pain.
"Let me remember," The ugly murderer tried to stall, taking his time to catch some breath until two of the huge interrogators stepped forward. "Oh, I remember now. She has a beauty spot on her left cheek. I swear that's all I know."
"Beauty spot on the left cheek?" Inquisitor Albert stated flatly as he scrutinized the battered criminal before him. "Right, throw him in the cells."
"No!" Ugly Don pleaded, his voice little more than a rasp as the four hulking Crown Enforcers dragged him away. "Just kill me already," he whispered, eyes hollow.
Albert smirked coldly. "Relax, after your public trial you'll be castrated and thrown into the Valley to live out your wretched existence."
Don's face drained of what little color remained as he shook his head slowly in abject horror. "No...please don't...not the Valley..."
The man had endured unimaginable tortures at the Inquiror's hands, his spirit and body now equally broken wrecks.
"Look at you, begging like all your pretty little victims did before you snuffed out their light," Albert sneered as the enforcers hauled Ugly Don from the chamber. "Ironic, isn't it?"
Lalisa, the Inquisitor's keen-eyed apprentice, had observed the entire interrogation in the silent appraisal of her mentor's techniques. "White-hooded lady, highborn, beauty spot, comely features...we can start narrowing down our list of suspects."
Albert stroked his chin contemplatively. "Lady Light comes to mind first among the city's upper echelons."
"What do we know about her?" Lalisa prompted.
"Well, we know she called off her engagement to Timothy of House Windrun at the last minute to instead marry Lord Tyburn."
The apprentice scoffed derisively. "Talk about monkey-branching."
