Ethereal Inferno

Prologue

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AN: So guys, I re read this story after a year and realises the way the characters are, how they behave, what they say, and some parts of their personality dosent really match the aesthetic and setting of the story. + it's really cringe so. I wanted to ask yk to bear with me yk the cringe and all for like 19 chapters.

Thursday, 31st October, 2024
Present

Erica's POV:
It was late at night. Around 11:37 PM to be exact. I got a call from Harriet saying we've captured one of the suspects at our main base an hour away from the palace located deep in the woods in a restricted area.

I snuck my way to the Royal Gardens, telling my personal guards to not be with me for the rest of the night, where one of my best friend/driver would be waiting for me. "This way, your highness." He said as we hurriedly ran to the car. The engine started and we drove into the night.

I sat in the back seat as I called Harriet to inform her that we're on our way. After the call, Max, my best friend broke the silence asking a question. "Your highness, may I-"   "Max, I told you not to call me that. Just call me by my name."  I cut at his words. "Ok Erica. So, how did you manage to wiggle out of the party?"

"Oh. I put my trust in Josh to handle it. It would be fine if their queen left for some time, yes? Also the ball's ending soon." I answered. "Mhm. What about the guards at the gate of the garden?"   "I just told them that Jaxon was monitoring from the control room and they should enjoy tonight." I replied as he gave me a nod.

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We reached the base at exactly 12:40AM. After the security checking, I strutted down the hallway in my cherry red dress and oh my- I felt powerful as hell. Oh wait. I am.

The last security checking was in the red house. Torture room to be exact, where Harriet kept the suspect tied up in a chair in the middle of a dimly lit room. I sat in my chair in the shadows, opposite to the suspect, crossing my leg.

The suspect looked tired and exhausted as he could not keep his head straight. "Did you get anything out of him yet?" I asked Harriet with a stoic tone. "No. Even tried ripping out his toenails but he didn't mutter a single word." She replied. "Hm. A tough one." I uttered.

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"Who...are you?" The suspect spoke, clearly struggling to breathe as he gasped for air in between his words. "Shouldn't I be the one asking you that?" I replied. He couldn't see me well as his eyes were barely open and the shadow was probably blinding to him. "You bitch. You dare reply back to a man like that? You all won't be able to get out anything from me." He spat as he said those words. He spat. Next to my feet.

Silence filled the room for a few seconds "Is your little ego hurt?" I said, letting out a small "ha".   "You fucking hoe. Once I get out of this, the things I would do to you will be unspeakable. I will find you and rape you and when you die, I would continue to do so you little slut."

He said with a laugh. My entire team got defensive as they tried to pull out their guns but I signalled them to not. "Is this thing serious? Please...you cannot do anything with that cat tip of yours." I laughed. He was losing patience. Exactly what I wanted.

"You motherfucker! Who the fuck do you think you are? And what the fuck are you going to do to me? My mafia is probably bigger than your organization and the law forces won't be able to do shit. What are you gonna do huh? Take me to the Royal court? Take me to the king and queen? Well bad day. They don't do anything but just fuck around." He said.

Watching his anger erupt was all satisfactory, but I seriously needed to get something out of him. So I stood up and walked towards him slowly, my heels making clicking noise. As I stepped into the light, I saw his facial expressions. Ugliness to pure terror. "They don't do anything you say?" That "man" couldn't get his words out.

"Y-.. Your h-highness.... " He stuttered. As I got closer to him, he faced the ground but I pulled his chin up with my gloved hands. "My eyes are up here." I said as I put on my serious tone. "Now tell me, what are you all planning on? And why were there kids in your base?"

I questioned. "You won't get it out of me." He replied with a threatening tone. This man had no fear in his voice, I'll give him that but that won't last long. "Hm. Harriet darling, get me the perfume and the blowtorch please!" I chimed.

TW: Torture scenes ahead

I turned on the blowtorch and let it near his skin but not that close to the point it burns. "I'm asking again. What was your boss planning on doing? Why were there kids in your base?" Interrogated I, but he spat on me. Bad move. I let the flame caress his skin on his shoulder as he cried out loud.

He still was hesitant to speak so I had no other choice but to do this. I removed my rayon gloves as I grabbed the perfume in one hand and blowtorch on the other and sprayed on the perfume to the flame of the blowtorch right on his manhood, burning the fibre of the cloth.

He released the most horrifying cry as his sensitive skin started to burn away, leaving an uncomfortable smell. Blood flowed from the burnt skin as he finally gave in. "Fine! I'll say it! Please stop!" Taking breaths and sobbing in between, he continued. "We were.. Planning on filming.. " Ok.

I knew where this was going and it started to increase the rate of my pulse.
"Boss likes.. Minors. We-" I cut off his words with a punch right through his balls, bursting it open as blood and semen starting flowing. He screamed and cried but there was no mercy this time.

"Burn him with the blowtorch and perfume. Then, smash his brainless head open. Do it however you wish." I ordered Harriet as she started doing so. Walking out the room, he smelled like burnt pork roast yet a hint of cherry and coffee. I love that perfume.

I went to the washroom to wash my hands full of disgusting waste and walked back into the car with Max driving it. "So. Who's next?" He asked. "Typhon will weep tears of blood." I stated as I put on my red gloves.

Ps: omg guys- this is my first ever chapter and I feel like it's good. What do you think? Guys it might be a little cringe but bear with me for some chapters🙏