"So, ready to talk yet?" Zion asked, pulling off the fingers of the incubus.
It had been an hour, and the succubus refused to give up any information. So, Zion kept torturing the incubus.
Lilith’s room now had a large pool of blood that encompassed one side of the room. Body parts were sitting in a pile off to the side: toes, legs, eyes, tongue, teeth, ears, a tail, and the most recent body part, fingers.
Although his eyes were gone, you could tell the incubus wanted the pain to end. He didn’t even get to bleed to death as Zion healed him enough so that he would feel all the pain, but not die.
Even the succubus felt sorry for her companion, but her loyalties lay with Azmorath, not the incubus. She would probably be rewarded for not speaking, giving out crucial information, and staying strong.
"You know, I have a friend, his name is Joren. He got tortured for like six months or something. Told me everything that happened to him, and this one time, we caught this bastard and he tortured him the way he had been. I picked up on a few things here and there. Too bad he’s gone now, left the world. It’s probably Reining over the Heavens or something like that right now."
Zion then looked back down at the Succubus.
"My point is, I can do this all day, and you haven’t even seen half of what I’m capable of. Your friend is almost dead, and when he dies, who do you think I’ll be moving to next? The fucking chair? No, it’s you. So start talking."
She gulped, but remained vigilant. "I’m on a schedule."
"And I was supposed to report back a while ago. I only had twenty minutes to assassinate you while Lilith was away."
"You’re point?" Zion asked
Zion looked at the succubus, staring into her eyes as she looked back, her eyes slightly shaking with fear, but overall not showing any signs of backing down.
"You’re really annoying, you know that?"
"I hope you fucking die you son of a bit-"
Zion sliced off her head and turned his attention to the window as five individuals entered the room.
"And here I am, not bringing anything to the party. Do y’all take offerings? I have two right here. Well, one and a half."
Three of the people who arrived were native to the area: two succubi and one incubus. The other two were definitely from somewhere else.
One of them was a man who was tall, muscular, and had snow-white hair. If Zion’s memory served him correctly, Alice told him that Royal Vampires have red hair, while Noble ones have white hair. So that guy was clearly a vampire.
Finally, the last person didn’t even look like a person. They were tall as well, but instead of looking, well, normal, they looked like a squid on a human body. Tentacles near the chin area wiggled around, their mouth was hidden, and their eyes were yellow with back slit pupils.
"Gross. You look like cthulhu fucked a demon and you’re the product of it. Disgusting. I bet your mom doesn’t even say that you’re handsome." Zion said with a disgusted look.
"My mother’s dead!" The squid man shouted.
"Good, I bet she was tired of seeing your ugly ass."
"FILTHY HUMAN!" The squid man charged at him.
"And let the Squid Games begin!" Zion easily dodged, punching the squid-man in the stomach.
But he couldn’t let his guard down just yet.
The others charged at him, each of them eager to kill him for some reason that he didn’t know.
Avoiding them was easy. At most, they were at the level of a Grand Demon, and Zion was stronger than that level, as he was now an apostle of Erebosa.
The vampire was the first to make contact. His claws were sharp enough to cut through the toughest of metals, but he was no match for Zion.
With each swing of his arm, Zion counted or parried the attack, counterattacking with his own precise strikes at the vampire’s vital points.
"You know, the first demon I faced was a vampire," Zion said, casually avoiding the demon’s strikes.
"And he was easily defeated once I used holy power." His hands glowed golden, and he lunged at the vampire.
He tried to make a barrier out of blood, but Zion easily tore through, grabbing the man’s head and crushing it with his strength.
"I also know that unless you’re heart is destroyed, you’ll come back to life." So Zion attempted to stop on the Vampire’s chest, but a tentacle stopped him from doing so.
"Get this slimy tentacle off of me!" He kicked his leg forward, the squid flying toward Zion as his tentacle was wrapped around his foot. Then, before he could even register what happened next, Zion punched his face completely off, his spine ripping out of his body in the process.
The other demons shuddered in fear.
"M-Master Azmorath was right, he’s no normal slave!"
"That’s because I’m not a slave at all, sweet stuff. Too bad you’re an enemy, I wanted to know what it would be like to fuck a succubus." Zion grabbed the succubi’s throat, his speed faster than what the others could comprehend.
"Y-You wouldn’t hit a lady, would you?" She asked, her airway tightening. "What man would do such a thing?"
"Haha, you see, that’s where you messed up. I’m not a man, I’m a crazy son of a bitch, and these hands are equal opportunity ass whoopers!" He crushed her neck, throwing the limp body towards her kin.
"Bastard!" The vampire came down with force, a blood club in his hand.
Zion was prepared, though, and grabbed the club without moving an inch from where he was. "Yeah, that’s it!"
The blood club shattered, and Zion’s hand darted into the Vampire’s body, piercing through his heart.
"Maybe if you were Anastasia, then you would have stood a chance. But you’re just some lame ass irrelevant vampire with no name. I’m sure no one will miss you." His eyes glowed red, and Zion shot beams of mana out of them, blowing up the vampire’s head.
"And then there were two." He turned around to face the succubus and incubus.
"Now, we’re back at square one."