Chapter 92: The Pen is Mightier Than a Sword

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Chapter 92: The Pen is Mightier Than a Sword

Chapter 92

The Pen is Mightier Than a Sword

AAAAAGGHHHH! Tebek screamed in horror and agony as a knife found its way into his gut.

Sylas twisted it abruptly, causing yet another rollout of wails and howls rooted in infernal misery. He held it tightly with one hand while using the other to grab Tebek by his hair and yank the mans head up, forcing the latter to look Sylas directly in the eyes. There seemed to be undisguised panic in that gaze, but Sylas hardly softened at the image--if anything, it was the opposite.

Who are you? Sylas asked.

I--I--I told, told y--AAAAGGGHHHHH!!!! when he saw that Tebek would give the same answer once more, Sylas slammed the mans head back into the stone wall, causing yet another set of teeth to roll out and blood to begin pouring once again.

You may think Ill eventually take it a step too far and end up killing you, Sylas mumbled in a tone and voice void of emotions. And that you will be freed. But... you wont. Every time, I get better at this. Better at stabbing you without killing you. Better at twisting the knife until your insides are burning. The first few times we did this dance, you never survived the first stab. Now... now I can keep you alive, little worm. For a long time. And that time will continue to grow longer. Eventually, I will become a proper torturer, and will make your life a living hell for so long you will have felt an eternity has passed.

... Tebek continued to shake and tremble, irises dancing about wildly.

Fine, Sylas cracked a devious smile, one that appeared abominable under the faint light of the torch. Ive already made a choice. May as well kill whats left of that voice in me, no?

Ugh, Sylas twisted the knife harder, killing the horrified man. A few moments later, he pulled the same knife across his throat.

You have died.

Save point Death has been initialized.

Sylas sat in front of the shaky body of Tebek, feasting on some ribs, while the latter stared in terror. Blood decorated the entire cell, walls, chains, and all, with the crackling of fire of the torch acting as the background ambiance to the horror it was witnessing.

Tebeks arms were bent backward, unnaturally, bones in them broken beyond healing. Both his feet were twisted the wrong way, and his legs seemed to have been made of clay in the way they were shaped. His entire body was full of holes, and there appeared to be no untouched part on it. And yet... he was breathing. He was alive.

... youre mad, Tebek said. Completely mad.

Perhaps, Sylas said, sighing and stretching. But... you are evil.

Hah. You think this isnt evil?

No, Sylas replied. Because you are not human.

Justify yourself--

Why would I need to justify myself for what I do to you? Sylas said, walking up to him once again. Trust me, there are many things in my life that I could justify myself for... but you ain't one of them son. In fact, what I've been doing to you these past couple of years... is as good a deed as feeding a starving child or two. Acts of cruelty can be good, just as acts of kindness can be evil. For instance, I am kindly letting you live, instead of ending your misery. Now, man, that is evil, my little marionette. So, how about you quicken your end and finally answer my question: who are you?

... hah. You are a dead man walking--may as well tell you, Tebek said. I am someone who you can never touch, fake messiah. A star shining more brightly than anything youve ever seen. And I have marked you for death.

... when I asked who are you, I meant your name. Your fucking name.

You arent worthy of my name.

Haah, Sylas sighed, lowering his head for a moment. Fine, whatever. Whats your purpose in coming here?

To purify this filthy place.

And that means... what exactly?

Raze it to the ground--just like we shall do to the rest of the Kingdom. I shall arrive in this forsaken place in seven days, with a personal Legion of Knights, and we shall bury you all so deep the Gods themselves will forget you ever existed!

Hm? What do you mean youll come here in seven days? Dont tell me this is one of those fancy 'this is just one of my clones' twist? Hoh. Looks like I'm right," Sylas said. "Unfortunate. So, if I'm picking up on everything--your goal was to usher the army of the Dead and, after stirring the Well's awakening--or, at least, knowing when it would awaken--broker a deal with that Merchant dude to usher even more dead into the Kingdoms borders.

...

"I don't get it, though," Sylas said, ignoring Tebek's shocked expression. "Even if you increased the number of dead by tenfold, they'd never make it. What was the plan? Use them as a distraction or something? Probably. Hah. You must be severely happy I'm going to die without being able to share this info, eh? Tsk, tsk, I'll have to do it at least once," Sylas chuckled. "Just come straight here and unload all this shit on you just to see your expression. Alright. Let's keep the conversation going. If the dead were the distraction... what was the main attack? No, wait, before that--how'd you know about the Well? How are you controlling the dead? Who's the Broker? Start spitting it out and I just might end your misery! No, wait, are you even miserable? Do clones even feel pain? Is it like a twin thing, maybe? Where some people swear up and down it's real but most just go 'go fuck yourself, why did you break into my room to tell me that?!'? I'm very interested in learning!"