Diabolus: The Lost Phoenix

Chapter Fifteen

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS VIOLENCE

KAI WOODS

I watch the weapons for a while now, placed on the table like soldiers, waiting for their turn to go to the battlefield and show their talent. But it's always so hard to choose who goes first. The other ideas come to me as soon as I start the fun, but it's always the hardest to choose the first one. Which makes the first impression.

I've done this so many times, but it always feels like the first.

"We need something to cheer you up, right, Leonardo?"

With one flick I turn the music system on to fill the room with loud orchestral music, Four Seasons by Vivaldi. I never listen to this kind of music when I'm alone with myself, but at this moment, it's the biggest pleasure to listen to something like this. The cuts should match the rhythm. To make it as memorable as possible.

"That's better."

The first thing I grab is a syringe with Belladonna which Aaron left for me, along with other poisons and liquids for me to use. Something that will cause pain. Something that will burn his skin. Something that will kill him in an instant. But I don't want him to die, not yet. It's my least favorite part of the game; it's the ending, which means someone wins and someone loses, and the game is over. And I don't want it to be over. I want him to feel the pain that he caused to Beverly.

And even more.

I slowly turn around to Leonardo, still chained to the wooden chair in the middle of the room. And Beverly, standing in front of him, watching him carefully, arms crossed by her chest. She seems so calm, the serious face expression makes her look like she's looking at a painting in the museum. But deep inside her, I know everything burns. Explodes. The anger and the pain, to a man that brought so much pain into her life.

But one thing that I haven't realized is that he brought me. He was the one who introduced me to Beverly, if I could say so. If he didn't appeared in her life, I probably would never met Beverly. The love of my life. Deep inside me, I can't regret that those things happened. Because it brought me love.

But who knows. People that are meant for each other find their way to love, at last.

"You can't do this to me, Beverly, you're different. You're not like him. Please."

"Shut your fucking mouth."

"I'm so sorry for everything that I did. But I know you can't kill me. You're a good person."

"I said shut up."

"Please, Beverly, let me go..."

Beverly's palm slams into his face with a sound of a clap, louder than a music playing, when all the patience disappears from her body. His cheek paints in red, in a burning pain on his face as he turns away and realizes there's no way out of here.

"I said shut the fuck up."

"Come on, we need to be gentle with our guest."

I walk down straight at him, my footsteps matching the rhythm as I feel his fear growing; the thing I like the most. When they're afraid. When they beg for mercy. And when they get nothing but pain. stick the needle of the syringe in his neck, slowly pouring the liquid into his system, being as gentle as I can. Watching his eyes widen and his skin cover with little drops of cold sweat. Oh, how much I will enjoy this. None of the people that I've killed deserved it as much as Leonardo does. And I'm going to enjoy every drop of blood, every sound he'll let out. And when I'm done, I will enjoy letting Beverly set herself free. Because that is what she needs. What we all need.