Several disappearances and unexplained events have been registered shorty after the commercialization of an ancient statue linked to some legends from a mysterious place called "Reich der Finsternis" in eastern Germany, there is no know route leadin...
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The moment of truth
Terror seized Liz at the sight of Ulrike's maniacal grin, blood-stained teeth glistening as she sneered.
"Put down that weapon, or I'll slit this piece of shit's throat wide open," Ulrike growled, pressing the dagger harder against Bernard's neck. He trembled as he felt the blade nearly pierce his skin. Without breaking her twisted gaze, Ulrike leaned closer to Bernard, her voice dropping to a venomous whisper.
"You know..." she murmured, almost sweetly, "I don't understand why Mother complains." She traced her sharp nails near his face, his trembling growing more pronounced as he struggled to avoid her eyes. "I adore your skin color," she cooed, nearly digging a nail under his chin while her dagger slowly drifted lower. "But I wonder..." She paused, her words lingering as Bernard fought to remain conscious, while Liz sensed that the worst was yet to come. "...What color your guts are?"
The last word came out as a shriek as Ulrike pressed the blade against Bernard's stomach, ready to disembowel him in front of everyone.
"STOP!" Liz shouted desperately, lowering her weapon and begging for his life. Slowly, Ulrike withdrew the dagger, though not without making Bernard suffer in the process.
As Liz hesitated, Chris seized the moment, grabbing her from behind and locking her in a vise-like grip. Ludwig watched on, savoring the terror etched on Bernard's face as Ulrike's nails pressed dangerously close to his jugular.
"What's wrong, dear?" Ulrike asked sweetly, caressing his cheeks with feigned tenderness. "Are you afraid?" She tilted her head as if genuinely concerned, but Bernard only squeezed his eyes shut, feeling utterly helpless. "I asked you... if you are afraid," she repeated, this time with a snarl, brandishing the dagger threateningly.
Bernard, pinned and powerless, nodded weakly, a shiver running down his spine. Ulrike let out a chilling laugh and whispered in his ear:
"Well... WELL, YOU SHOULD BE!" she shrieked suddenly, shifting from a sinister whisper to a blood-curdling scream. Bernard crumpled to his knees, howling as Ulrike's claws dug cruelly into his shoulder. "BECAUSE WE HATE OUTSIDERS! FILTH LIKE YOU SHOULD BE DRIVEN FROM OUR LAND... IN PIECES!"
With a final cry of fury, Ulrike struck him viciously across the face, sending him sprawling to the floor. He struggled back to his feet, pain coursing through his body, scratches marring his cheeks. The crazed girl stood over him, a deranged smile plastered on her face.
"Curious... your blood is the same color as everyone else's," she mocked, licking her blood-stained fingers. "I love it!" she crowed, tossing the dagger into the air and catching it with unnerving precision.
An uneasy silence settled over the room as Bernard lay motionless on the ground, the wounds on his face burning. Liz, still trapped in Chris's unyielding grasp, thought about kicking his heel to break free but knew she couldn't abandon her partner. Just then, a slow clap echoed from the main entrance. Liz craned her neck to see Mr. Holzmann entering the hall, accompanied by his radiant wife, who looked as elegant and regal as ever. In that instant, Liz regretted not being crushed by the Bonebreaker back in the dungeons.
