Betrayed, I Met The Demon Lord

Chapter 112 - Wrath

"YOU STUPID...!!" Magus growled, his voice a raw snarl as he brought his fist down and struck her across the face.

Amoria gasped, head snapping to the side, her cheek burning with pain. Blood trickled from her nose, staining her lips and the green grass beside her with a deep shade of red.

"Ahh..! P-Please... I-I'm sorry...!" she whimpered, trembling as tears mixed with the streak of blood running down her face.

But her words fell on deaf ears.

"FUCKING... BITCH!!" he roared, his fury unrelenting. His fist crashed into her face again, the sickening crunch of bone reverberating through the air. Her nose broke with a brutal snap.

And still, his rage hadn't burned out.

His fist rose again, trembling with wrath.

'Of course he's angry... I was so foolish.' she thought, dazed as the taste of iron filled her mouth. Her head lolled back, resting on the grass beneath her.

Her vision blurred. Blood dripped down her chin, pooling on the dirt below.

Another blow landed, splitting her lip this time. Her head whipped to the side, hair falling across her face. She didn't bother to brush it away.

"Magus... stop. She's had enough!" Marcy's voice rang out, soft, pleading—but hesitant. Submissive.

"She defied him," Lalyn said coldly, folding her arms. There was no pity in her voice, only quiet resignation. "She needs to learn."

"But—!"

Another fist struck Amoria. Harder this time.

Her head lolled again, the pain barely registering anymore, lost beneath the haze of confusion in her mind.

'Why...? Why did I tell Van...?'

She blinked through the blood dripping into her eyes, staring up at Magus's twisted expression—rage and betrayal carved into every line of his face.

'Magus told me not to. He warned me.'

Another strike. Her jaw cracked painfully, but she barely noticed.

'Why...? Why did I hurt him like that...? I don't even understand myself.'

"Fucking bitch... Dumb, fucking whore!" Magus growled, his voice dripping with venom as he sat heavily on Amoria's lap. Her face was swollen, bruises blooming across her skin where his fists had landed. Blood dripped from her split lip, staining her chin.

She could barely see through her half-shut eyes, but she could hear him. His voice cut through the haze like a blade.

"M-Magus... It... It's okay... Maybe—maybe he'll understand—" Marcy tried to speak, her voice trembling.

But Magus's roar silenced her.

"NO, HE FUCKING WON'T, YOU STUPID BITCH!" he bellowed, his voice echoing through the clearing. Marcy recoiled as if she'd been struck. Even Lalyn and the two assassins flinched at his outburst.

Magus stood, wiping the blood off his knuckles as he glared down at Amoria. His lips curled in disgust.

"Van wanted something genuine," he hissed, pacing like a caged animal. "And that retarded whore took it all away by telling him."

He spat on her, the glob of saliva hitting her cheek. She barely flinched.

Magus stopped pacing and crouched down in front of her, gripping her by the chin. His nails dug into her skin, forcing her to look up at him.