Desire for you - ALPHA ILAY
Chapter 8

ILAY

Leroy came crawling out of the next room. When he saw me, his fear was written large on his face. Just the sight of him was enough to make me even angrier. "YOU!" I shouted and ran towards him. He would pay for what he had done to Delilah and all the other women.

My height and width made me look almost twice as tall as Leroy. He, on the other hand, looked almost petty with his stooped posture.

"B-please, I did what you wanted on the black market..." he said in a shaky voice.

I looked at him, stunned, and shook my head. Did what you wanted... Oh Leroy, if I had known what was behind it, I would have given you hell in front of the whole audience...

"Tell me, Leroy... What do you like more? The mouth or the arse? What do you think?" I asked him in a calm tone, grabbing him by the collar at the same time and pressing him firmly against the wall. He smelled disgustingly of alcohol and looked as if he hadn't washed himself for weeks. His clothes were dirty too. Looking back, I regretted touching him. Maybe the guy had the plague?

My veins had turned pitch black on my face and my eyes had taken on a fiery red colour. My demon form gave me a sinister look that not every demon had. My father, on the other hand, was able to transform into the full monster you see in horror films, with the horns and the bits and bobs. I thought my version was better though.

"I don't know what you're talking about here... I really don't understand" He lied to me coldly.

Oh, you don't know? Why can't I believe this part, Leroy? We were all there when you wanted to sell it...

I actually smiled at him. The smile looked mean and nasty, not the kind of smile you should be happy about.

"Do you know what happens to people who lie, Leroy?" I squeezed his neck tightly so that he turned blue and let him struggle for air for a moment. He tried to strengthen himself through his demon, but I forced him to surrender to me. His demon was forced to follow me.

"In that regard, I will choose your mouth and you must listen to me very carefully now...", I had the brilliant idea! Have you ever eaten a cow's tongue? I can tell you, tongues taste very good when they are marinated and slowly roasted on a hot fire.

I thought for a second about whether I should actually do this. Hmm, I had nothing left to lose. He had lied, so it was justified. At least I wouldn't eat his filthy tongue... Just the sight of Leroy made me gag.

"You're going to run to the kitchen and get me your sharpest carving knife," I whispered in his ear and then looked him in the eye again.

I let go of him and he fell to the floor, gasping for breath and holding his neck. Apparently, Leroy was overwhelmed by the situation because his reaction time was quite slow. It could be quicker, couldn't it?

"Come on!" I instructed him as he tried to get to his feet again.

I ran after him into the kitchen. Everything here looked dirty. Considering he had quite a few whores, I didn't see anyone running around here with a mop. Burning this place will probably be the best thing for everyone involved.

"P-please, Prince ... have mercy on me!" he begged, his hands forced to search for a sharp knife. Even if he didn't want to, he had to do it. Nothing could stop me and no one could free him from his fate at that moment. I saw some women storm out of the kitchen when they realised that there was no cosy exchange going on here. This situation between me and Leroy was anything but cosy.

"Before I kill you Leroy, why don't you tell me where I can find Zamiel?" I leaned against the counter and watched him search for the knife.

"You'll be dead anyway and no one is worse than me... I think even Zamiel would agree," I bit my lower lip as my eyes glared dangerously at him. Once I was on my murderous trip, nothing could stop me.

"E-Er has a mansion in Lostland... Please, I'll tell you anything you want to know.... I will also do everything you ask of me! Spoil me, please!" Leroy begged like a little boy. Apparently he had wet his pants with fear, judging by the stain on his jeans.

He had probably found the sharpest knife. It was a chef's knife made of expensive stainless steel, designed to cut through meat and bone. You can imagine how sharp such a knife was. He held it out to me, trembling, and swallowed hard at the sight of the knife.

I looked at the knife and took it in my hand.

"Hmm, a nice knife, Leroy, did you buy this with your whores' money?" I asked him provocatively as he stood still in front of me. At least his body was motionless, judging by his face he was anything but calm.

"I want an answer, Leroy," I demanded of him, taking a closer look at the edge of the knife.

"Yes, I did..." he forced himself to say, watching me with his eyes.

"Lostland, so you said... Which judge is his father?" I asked him again. I would also take Zamiel to task. He wouldn't get off scot-free.

"Shawn Redington... His father is Judge Shawn Redington!" he repeated again, hoping to score points with me with this information. The only thing he could get from me was a quick death. Nothing more.

"Tongue out Leroy..." I demanded of him next, grinning at him. "For being a fucking liar, you're also a fucking friend, you don't betray your friends, Leroy."

"E-he's not a friend! I swear I don't know him, he was just a buyer!" Leroy tried to talk his way out of it. I had to laugh again "You looked very familiar with each other... I disagree, maybe Zamiel will tell me himself" I shrugged and waved the knife around "Tongue... Now..."

If I didn't know any better, he was about to pass out from panic.

"N-no... Please! I still have a wife and a child..." Tears fell down his face and he sobbed loudly. Oh... the usual... I can still remember Juliette and her grandmother very well. When I tore Juliette's heart out because of Catherine, I felt sorry for her grandmother too, but that was life... Her grandmother had to learn to deal with the fact that she would no longer be visited by Juliette. Leroy's wife would probably be more pleased not to have to meet him again. Having to share a bed with such a monster was simply disgusting.

"Your wife and child will be better off if you speak less and do as I say. TONGUE OUT!" I demanded again and waited for him to finally do what I told him to do.

"Your slaves are constantly being forced to do something they don't want to do, Leroy... Tell me, how does it feel when someone else has power over you and orders you to do things you don't really want to do?" Leroy, meanwhile, had stuck out his tongue and was trembling massively.

"That's for lying" I put the knife to the side of his tongue and pulled it through as if I were spreading butter.

Leroy started to scream and his tongue fell to the floor.

He tried to hold his mouth shut with his hands, but it was no use. Blood was pouring out of his mouth. The sight was brutal and anyone who had seen it would probably have been traumatised. I, on the other hand, wasn't too bothered by it. That was Leroy's own fault.

That was just the beginning of everything ... the next second I'd burn the whole place down and watch Leroy burn alive.

I was amazed that he was still conscious after such a massive cut, anyone else would have fainted by now.

Watching others suffer has become a hobby for me since the loss of Catherine.

Of course, I didn't kill for no reason ... With Leroy, I had every reason to do it. With him, I would have to look for a reason not to. He deserved to die, in fact, it was the easiest way for him to get out of this mess. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"YOU ASSHOLE!" Leroy tried to scream as he continued to hold his mouth shut. His whole top was now stained with blood pouring from his mouth.

"Now, now, Leroy... We want to stay decent. You have to realise that what's happening to you right now is well deserved. You brought all this on yourself. I'll make an example of you so that no one in Daemon-Heaven gets the idea of the slave trade." I raised my hands apologetically and grabbed his key, which was hanging from his waistband, and ran to the cellar I had seen in Delilah's memories.

It was indeed the cellar and several women had been trapped there. With a flick, the women had decent clothes on. I opened the door to each of them "I WANT YOU OUT OF HERE NOW!" I shouted to them.

They looked at each other uncertainly. "GET OUT OF HERE!" I shouted at them angrily, and they all ran up the stairs.

Rubin's employees looked confused as I came up the stairs, but I didn't give them much time to think. I let the building go up in flames as I strolled out comfortably.

There was shouting and crying, but I didn't care. I could at least get the prisoners out of there and that was the only thing that mattered to me at that moment.

The women I had freed stood around in shock and looked at each other. They also watched as the ruby crumbled to ashes.

"You are all free, you can report to the king, he will organise a place for you to stay," I said to them before disappearing into the distance.

I strolled leisurely through the gutters of Daemon-Heaven and decided to go to Heavens. Now I could treat myself to a bourbon.

I entered Heavens and the barman was already waving at me.

"Bourbon?" he asked me as he reached for the bottle and looked at me with a smile.

"A double, if you're so kind as to ask," I replied and sat down on a bar stool.

"That must have been a busy morning, boss," he remarked and put the glass down for me.

"Oh yes, it was..."

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