Chapter 55 - Never-Repeating History

Warning guys: If you are a vivid imaginer or sėnsɨtɨvė to graphics violence then I request you to skip those paragraphs. I really tried not to stretch it more as I was actually hesitant to release this chapter.

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At a distance away from this cheerfulness and gaiety of Stygian's Palace. There was a hidden base from all eyes.

Stygian Palace itself was located in the outskirts region as this base was perfectly covered. Buried deep under the dense trees and bleak mountains, the base was highly protected and secure through radar jamming signals, that even by using the satellite image mapping for observing this base, still, it was somewhat impossible to detect, making those high definition images completely blur and smudged.

To verify this hidden base one has to enter this deadly haunting forest, only to die, natural death or to be a meal of meat-eaters.

Walking through the empty passage and in between the stainless steel like walls. Louis was horribly terrified as his eyes were covered with black pitch blindfold and ears stuffed with cotton balls. His shallow breaths and heart were hammering so loudly as it was the only sound he could hear in this whole darkness along with the creepy sound of silence.

Now, he deeply regrets to voice his request. Did he dig his own grave?

Why would meeting... the Prince of Underworld is so terrifying, as only God and the Prince knows his end fate?

On single gesture and, at any second Louis will be a lump of dead meat. Because this is not a normal way in which guests or partners were treated.

'Is this how a visitor was taken to meet the Prince when they said Prince values his presence? By making them defenseless and vulnerable? Or I am really going to die today?' Louis was so freaked out internally and felt pressured that he will pass out at any moment if this darkness and silence continued any longer.

Louis doesn't why but his senses were weakened and multiple chills ran throughout his body as something untouched yet magnetic was dragging his hand and guiding him in certain directions like a magnet drew an iron piece. What thing is it? He couldn't feel a human's presence around him.

Silent like an eagle, Onyx stood at a distance as her body and eyes were filled with coldness and an intent to kill arouse in her with the thought of 'the place', Prince hasn't left yet.

Does Prince have no other place to rest or other gifts to choose? Nutcrack... Undeniably, being a psychiatrist she's well aware he's a nutcrack. But it's her duty to follow his orders and fulfill his every personal or public demand and follow the protocols.

Treating their guests like hostages. No, it wasn't before. At least, not before the death of Former Crimelord, this unusual custom was made by their Crowned Prince.

Every single person that Prince wants to meet has to follow this protocol, no matter... who's that bigshot or celebrity he or she is. But there's rarely a few people Prince likes to meet often.

Learning from her past mistake, Onyx scrutinized the man carefully, if by any chance Louis has some sort of mental ability to map the road in his mind as a certain someone did once. Anyhow, even if he has, still he won't be successful.

Onyx had done a huge mistake in the past by underestimating that person and resulting their First Late Prince was executed brutally. So this time every person going to meet their new Prince was escorted by her personally.

After a while, Onyx gestured her men to take him inside and they released his blindfold and freed him entirely.

It took him a while adjusting to the bright fluorescent light in the room but the moment he saw where he was, his eyes widened in shock and terror. His breath stuck in his lungs at the sight of cruelly ripped off bodies with many loose stitches on their skin. Buried in a huge ice slab those dead bodies stood straight like zombies before him. His feet tremble in fear as he stammered backward in fright.

"Oh my God..." he breathed out the words as the remorse smell entered his nostrils, Louis bends down and puked out all the wine, he drank previously.

"Haha..."

Suddenly, the morgue room echoed with deadly laughter of a man giving Louis terrified creeps all over his body.

"So weak..." the man remarked slyly. Louis looked around terrified but he couldn't see him as man's voice rang throughout the room but felt as if he was sitting inside his mind and his laughter ringing his eardrums.

Just then a man standing behind Louis stepped forwards and led him to the bathroom as a cleaner immediately cleaned the dirt.

Outside the glass cubicle of dead bodies, Underworld's Prince was sitting warily with a smirk on his devilishly handsome face. His solid amber eyes having a strong yellowish copper tint, perfectly resembling a black cat with shimmering golden eyes was exceptionally rare to find.

Onyx entered his chamber and saw his smirk as she shook her head. "Not done yet? Just pick one..."

In that abnormally freezing and icy morgue room where a few dead bodies were tucked into transparent ice slabs and their collector Prince was still pondering on what to chose as a present.

He just smiled at her in response.

"Why do you have to see him here? I hate to come here. Hump..." Onyx puffed in irritation and expressed her newfound hatred for this room.

Prince said nonchalant manner, " I want to show him what we bought together, which was impossible for me to take without Louis's help. At least he should what a treasure we stole. And I thought you adore this room, Don't you?" his eyes never leaving the screen where a long string of numbers was displayed and the count was increasing constantly on the items of the list. Hence, he decided to pick the most priced item from his bucket list.

"Uh-Huh, I used to, before you bought her. You know I hate her more than anything." Onyx promptly said. Regardless of the fact, most numbers of men were killed by her. Except for the last dead body...

"Did she terrify you that much? " he asked her as his golden eyes narrowed sharply.

"No, she owed me her life. I wanted to kill her with my own hands and break her into millions of piece... same way she discarded my arm. "Onyx looked over her left hand which was an artificially fixed with many metal rods, screws, and pins as her bones were crushed into thousands of pieces.

"Onyx, she's dead now, and you did whatever, you can. Are you not satisfied with that," he titled his head back to the computer screen.

Onyx only glanced at the huge ice slab with a female dead body whose eyeballs were taken out leaving two black holes which once... had blazing fireballs in them. Above those two holes, there were loosely binding stitches visible to eyes on dead's forehead that was hardly sealing her skull crack through which Onyx has pulled out her raw brain to see what specialty it had, that she couldn't play with it through her hypnotism. that she healed so quickly from her torture as this woman was one of those few people, Onyx failed to hypnotized.

Suddenly, Onyx's lips raised in a sly smile seeing that angel face with fire like blazing eyes was rotten to death and there was no one to claim this dead body just like other bodies.

Onyx herself dissected 'her' body with her own hands, although Onyx wanted to do that when she was alive, still, 'her' death was more important than anything else for them.

Onyx could never forget how lethal was 'she'... yet always smiling.

For the first time in her life, Onyx failed to break someone spirit. No matter what cruel method she used, like mental torture, playing with 'her' most sėnsɨtɨvė and painful part of 'her' memories. Even physical tortures, beating 'her' to near death. If Onyx could, she would have killed 'her' at that time but she wasn't allowed to. And for the once she regretted to obey orders as she saw this dead girl walking out of hell, dragging her broken body... in front of her own eyes. Onyx couldn't do anything as she lay on the ground defeated and scattered with crushed bones. Once, 'She' escaped from her clutches...which was a never-repeating history.

" Venus Smith, you can never... rest in peace. Ever."