Each one of their own has their unique trauma that happened in their lives.
It was fate that made sure each living being experienced at least one painful trauma.
One trauma that left a scar throughout their lifespan until death took them.
Heck—even those who lived their lives free of any kind of problem, would still be promised a trauma coming their way. Death would someday take their loved ones, it was an unavoidable process, and they would see to it that one day the promise of trauma is fulfilled.
To live is to suffer, to survive is to find meaning behind the suffering, Kyran knows that much.
However, for Bevryth, that painful trauma was right now.
Because of her grave mistakes and poor choices, her family was now suffering in her stead.
She could do nothing as she was crucified, forced to watch this painful moment.
A particularly hurting scream came from her second sister who screamed her name—hoping that Bevryth could somehow, alleviate the pain she was suffering. But there was nothing she could do, her second sister was begging the impossible.
Listening to this painful torment, the urge to cover her ears was massive.
Bevryth really wanted to close her ears and open only when this torture ended.
But she couldn't do that, not in the position she was in right now.
Like a waterfall, the blood of her family members flowed down the thick ice spikes.
It drizzled down their entire length and pooled on the ground.
One arc of blood from her uncle even splurted across the distance—reaching all the way to the two ice spikes, crucifying her right now. Bevryth could only sob and plead—relentlessly begging for Kyran to stop all of this.
She was already crying her heart out.
At one point, with the torture unbearable, Bevryth didn't retaliate anymore.
Her eyes turned vacant and fragile, her body losing strength, leaving her to dangle weakly by her hands. Drained of willpower, she began descending slowly, as the weight of her body put pressure, enlarging the holes in her hands.
Came to the point where her entire hands were ripped and she fell down to the ground.
As she crashed, she was still not responding—her mind was broken.
Even if her mind was somehow not broken, it was teetering on the edge of being broken.
Kyran looked at this and nodded—his meticulous planning had bore fruit, as Bevryth lost her mind already. She couldn't endure the trauma she was forced to confront, and now, she was nothing but an empty shell of her former, arrogant self.
Heading over towards her, Kyran crouched down and grabbed her by the hair.
Pulling her hair to look at her face, he inspected her to see if she was really broken closely.
It would be bad if she was faking this play.
But Kyran found that she was indeed broken, she had already gone numb to all things.
Letting her go once again, Kyran nodded firmly, his eyes filled with reverence, "With this... I'm now reborn. I will never become a burden for Rex again—this is nothing but the first perfectly done task I did, the beginning of my repayment for all wrongs I did in the past"
"A simple method oftentimes is the most effective" He added, looking at Bevryth proudly.
Nothing fancy was done here.
Kyran didn't use a bane of the Dark Elves like he used black linzite on the Vampire back then.
It was straight-up torture, forcing Bevryth to watch her family members suffer.
Since it was now over with Bevryth not moving from her spot—even though she was well and awake, Kyran decided it was time to end this. However, before he did, he cast a glance at the Dark Elf nearby, Valthor, "What do you mean earlier by telling her to be truthful?"
Valthor, who watched as his spouse was being broken, couldn't hear what Kyran was saying.
His crying eyes were fixed on the unmoving Bevryth paces away from him.
Realizing that Valthor was not focusing on him, Kyran stung him with a small ice spike.
Only then that Valthor grunt and realize Kyran was talking to him.
"Are you afraid of me?" Kyran asked with a slightly sad undertone.
Realizing that she had taken a step back unconsciously, Naela widened her eyes before she quickly responded, trying to cover her act earlier, "N- No, I'm not afraid of you, it's just that I was re-"
"Don't lie," Before she could finish Kyran intervened. "It's okay..."
Not minding Naela, Kyran turned to the seven remaining ice spikes and brought them down.
Making a waving motion with his hand, the ice coffins were opened.
Both Valthor, and Naela were surprised to find that the other Aldri Family members had their eyes turned black, and when the ice confines were opened, that blackness disappeared and they all came to their senses.
All of them looked around in shock before coming out of the ice coffins in total confusion.
It was a shocking sight as they were screaming in utter pain before.
Despite sustaining injuries, all of them were mortal wounds, something they could endure.
Some of them even seemed to be well and fine as if nothing happened.
"W- What's the meaning of this...?" Valthor muttered in confusion, seeing they all were fine.
However, Kyran only turned away in response.
He already asked Gistella before to make something to induce nightmares.
Since she was an Undead once—this was a piece of cake for her, as the ingredients, were all inside the Humming Damned Forest. She created ten vials of poison enchanted with her own power enhanced with some components to achieve that effect.
He prepared this to break Bevryth's mind.
From the start, he didn't plan on killing the entire Aldri Family, he only acted like he would.
Using those vials of poison, he put the other family members in a nightmare.
It was the cause of their scream, forced to face their fears.
Even with the stabs from the ice spikes, none of them could feel it, they were in a nightmare.
Out of all of them, only Bevryth's sister died as Kyran needs to make a point at that moment.
Compared to what everybody believed, he didn't kill them.
Kyran crossed his arms with his side facing the others.
"I aimed only to break Bevryth's mind, I didn't plan on killing all of you here," He said, his gaze sweeping over Valthor, and the other Aldri Family members. "But don't misunderstand, you're not, off the hook. I am willing to give you all a chance to set things right, but first, get on your knees"
Not wasting a single second, all of them went to kneel before Kyran.
Like obedient dogs, they obeyed his words instantly.
Seeing that they were all obedient now, especially after hearing that they were going to be given a chance, Kyran smiled. He then took a dagger lying on the side and went to Bevryth who was still motionless.
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Kyran rolled Bevryth's body with his foot to face up before tilting his head.
Only then that he suddenly stab the dagger into Bevryth's abdomen and rip it open.
Splash!
Blood began to flow out in a constant stream as Bevryth lay motionless, undisturbed.
At the sight of this, the entire Aldri Family widened their eyes.
But even then, they still remained in their spots despite wanting to help Bevryth badly.
"W- What are you doing?" Valthor asked again, his body shaking visibly.
Upon hearing this, Kyran glanced over to him and smiled, "A chance to make things right..."
"Since Bevryth is no longer able to make the decision for the family, all of you would need to make the decision. Make the right decision, it's entirely up to you to make this night only one bad night, or your last bad night" He added, raspingly.