The room was filled with black flas—but they burned nothing. The heat of fear and despair hung heavier than fire itself.
Tina's eyes went wide, her beliefs shattering into shards. Her knees dug deep into the ground, trembling under the weight of death and the thought of her father's suffering.
She prayed aloud, her voice breaking: "Please… please don't kill ! I'm begging you… It's okay if you don't want to marry … It's okay if you don't want to give money… just… just let live! I'm begging you!"
Her trembling hands threw the bag of money toward Aazin. "Take it! I don't want it! Just leave alone… I want to live!"
Tears stread down her face, her scream tearing through the room.
And as she cried, as she begged and offered everything, Aazin's hunger for cruelty only grew.
His eyes widened, a mad, twisted smile spreading across his face."Yes… yes! Do it more… do it more!"
The darkness of the room pulsed with his sadistic pleasure, feeding off her fear.
Aazin clapped twice—clap… clap.
From the black flas beneath the bed, sothing stirred. It crawled out slowly, unnervingly, as if the darkness itself had given it life.
It was a body, half skeleton, half burned flesh, its shape unnatural, grotesque—sothing that could make even horror itself tremble.
Tina's mind raced. Her knees weakened, and a scream tore from her throat:"Aaaaaaahhh! Soone… save !"
She stumbled to her feet, slamming the door relentlessly—thad! Thad! Thad!—but the darkness held it firm.
The figure steadied itself, trembling but standing. Its hollow, burned eyes flickered up at Aazin.
"Command , my lord… ask for service…" it rasped, voice cracking with unnatural strain.
Aazin's voice echoed with strength and cruelty:"Tear her clothes."
Tina's heart raced as terror surged through her. She kicked, punched, and hamred at the door, but it was locked tight—held hostage by the darkness itself.
The creature obeyed instantly, moving toward Tina, its motions jerky and horrifying. She tried every ounce of her strength to flee, to open the door, but the shadows seed to bind her, thick and suffocating.
Tina's scream echoed through the room, terror pure and raw. She scrambled backward, trying to stay away from the creature, but it advanced relentlessly, its skeletal limbs scraping against the floor with unnatural precision.
Aazin watched, a sinister grin spreading across his face. The darkness in the room pulsed with his delight, feeding his power. "Do not resist… fear fuels strength," he said, voice low and deadly.
The flas flared higher, casting grotesque, flickering shadows across the walls, twisting Tina's fear into living shapes that danced around her.
She pressed herself against the far wall, shaking violently, as the creature paused, tilting its head unnaturally, as if savoring her fear.
The black flas writhed, responding to Aazin's will, consuming the room in a storm of shadows and whispers.
Tina's mind raced, but she refused to lose hope. Sowhere deep inside, a flicker of courage sparked. Even in this impossible darkness, she vowed:
She would survive, she would save her father, and she would not let this monster—or Aazin—win.
Aazin ordered - Tore her nose, her ears - I want to see her in pain, feed this devil ...
But that creature tore her nose, her ears, her soul. When faith beca sorrow, no god to be seen.
She pressed herself to the floor, every breath a struggle, her chest rising and falling in ragged gasps.
The creature's movents were relentless, its presence suffocating, feeding on her body, creating the last panic and despair. Tina's mind scread for a way out, for soone—anyone—to save her. The darkness around her seed endless, the black flas pulsing with a life of their own, wrapping her in a cage of horror.
Even in her terror, a spark of defiance flickered within her. She refused to surrender completely. She would survive, sohow. Sohow, she would find a way to escape.
Blood sprayed all across the floor, Tina's body moving finally, thrashing on the floor.
Tina had stopped moving, already losing so much of herself. Her eyelids fluttered slowly as the monster fed on her. Weakly, she whispered to herself,"Father… please… be alright. Soone… save my father… I am dying…"
Her gaze fell upon Aazin, sitting on the table with his legs crossed, smiling down at her. In a low, teasing voice, he said,"I love you… I will enjoy you… even after your death."
He waved lazily at her.
Tina gritted her teeth, a faint grin forming despite everything. With her last ounce of strength, she shouted,"I curse you! You will die a far more horrific death than mine! I curse you!"
For a brief mont, Aazin acted as if he were afraid, burying his eyes under his knees."No… no… please… don't curse … I'm sorry… I love you soooo mucchhhh…"
Then his laughter erupted, dark and rciless."Die! There is no one… no one who can kill . Vaiven is untouchable."
Tina died, bearing a pain no human could possibly endure.
Outside, thunder cracked—thudddd, thuddd, thuddd—and rain began pouring from the sky, as if the heavens themselves were crying for Tina's suffering.
Aazin's lips curled into a dark smile."Oooh… the clouds are crying for you… Such a great life," he whispered, laughing."Hahahah…" Follow current novᴇls on Nove1Fire
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anwhile, sowhere deep inside a dark room, a fortune mage studied a glowing, massive fortune ball hovering in the middle of a table.
An old man and a lady sat across from each other.
Aminda's eyes were filled with concern as she asked Rojo Dama, the old man, "Why do you seem so low?"
The old man's lips curved into a grim grin. "It's Vaiven… soone killed a lady, brutally, again."
Aminda's expression darkened with sorrow. "No one can stop their terror."
The old man shook his head slowly. "Not this ti. Soone is already there… soone who will bring justice. The Ash Phantom has returned. Destiny is guiding him."
Aminda's jaw dropped. "Really? Will he avenge all the tears?"
The old man's eyes glead. "Yes… The new Grand Era has begun."
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