Hell's Empire

Pain to Another ; Ch.24

HARRY'S POV

"Who is Lilian." I felt pity, her beloved sister, was now nothing but a word. A word she could never remember again. Her life was fading away here, it happens to everyone who comes to the underworld. They don't get a second chance and right away their memories are gone.
I felt guilty, because of my selfishness she had to forget about her life and herself. She had no choice.

I heard tiny sobs, fuck.
I placed my forehead against the door and smiled, I liked her pain. Yet the next moment I was breaking down, I can't. I couldn't, I need her, she was like a lightbulb in a dark room. I felt like a monster, or worse.
I couldn't take it, I barged through the door and looked around. Nothing, I stepped forward and faced down; her body was curled into a ball and she looked up at me sobbing.

"Please." My insides twisted with anger and pride knowing I hurt an angel, and knowing I couldn't hurt her to any further. I stared at her blankly. I wanted to tear her limb from limb and yet I wanted to hug her and tell her everything was okay.

I was indecisive, I need a release, I need her comfort, I need to take my demons out on her. I need her. I quickly sped out of that room and ran down the corridor, another creature stood guarding a door.

Perfect..

I marched towards the thing and made sure to keep his last stare in my mind. Terrified and shaking the creature yelped and screamed as I picked it up from the neck.
"Please." It shrieked, making me laugh.
I grabbed my knife from the inside of my coat and slowly dig it into its eye sockets.
"No! Stop Please!" Pathetic hollers for help were yelled out, nobody could help you.
I tore out the first eye then the second, admiring the empty black holes I've created. His beak opened and closed allowing more screaming to be done, I angered, "Oh shut up already." I shut his beak with my other hand; dropping my knife then quickly twisted my hand; cracking and crunching came from his beak as I spun it 360 degrees. His beak limped and little moans and whimpers escaped his throat.
I dropped the beast and backed away, my work was done and I found release. The residue of his blood stained my palms and I laughed at the sight of another victim.

Then I realized, if I wouldn't have left that room; Fawn could've been my victim.
I frowned at the creature, suffrage and pain written on his face, I smirked.

"Well done brother. Doesn't that feel nice?" Edwards voice filled my head, and I nodded. It felt amazing, knowing I could do it with my bare hand and a knife made me fill with pride. I loved the feeling, I needed more.

I walked back towards the creature, ready to torture him some more.