Chapter 1834 Demonic Torture P1

Chapter 1834 Demonic Torture P1

A few days later.

Shaai Sena decided to visit her newlywed husband, who hadn't left the prison cell since entering to interrogate the spies.

It seemed as if he had married her solely for access to the spies, which kinda bothered her even though she wouldn't admit it.

After completing all the formalities and submitting the covenant of marriage to the coven by himself, he essentially locked himself up with the spies.

Initially, Shaai felt freed from Eren's control over her.

Living with him felt like living life on the edge. He was unpredictable, mysterious, and frightening—often all three at the same time. And this was when she was senior to him in terms of the Ranking Status. She couldn't imagine how terrifying he would be if and when he entered the S-Rank.

However, perhaps due to the synergistic effects of the covenant of marriage between their souls, Shaai felt connected to Jolly and, by extension, to Eren. She started to appreciate the air of mystery around him.

After Eren isolated himself from the spies, Shaai missed the feeling of living on the edge. So, she decided to meet him during his "work hours" like a good and caring wife.

Steps. Steps. Steps.

Shaai's footsteps reverberated in the corridor as she walked, her hips swaying in a mesmerizing manner. She had decked herself in a nice ensemble, not too revealing yet not too modest. Sensing Eren's presence in the deeper part of the prison, she strolled, curious to see the progress he had made within a few days.

"Aaaaaaargh! You... You sick fuck... I already told you I want to talk. Why.... aaargh.... Why aren't you letting me?"

Shaai froze in her tracks upon hearing a distant voice from a prisoner in a pained tone, making her believe that Eren was prioritizing torture methods over obtaining the truth.

'Hmph! This guy... I thought he wanted to interrogate the spies. Is he just playing with them? This... it just feels as if a big bad cat is playing with the captured mice?'

However, the flies, influenced by Eren's demonic control, paid no heed to Zameer's resistance, overwhelming his A-Ranked physique with numerical advantage and rapid breeding.

The flies kept on dying inside his body to make way for their new generation, which was more adapted than its predecessors to tackle the mana resistance erected by Zameer's body.

The sounds of flies buzzing filled the prison cell, and the smell of pus and other bodily fluids emanating from Zameer's seven orifices and countless beehive-like holes made it even more difficult for anyone to look at him.

In her lifetime, Shaai had seen countless corpses dissected in various forms.

She had observed them decompose, exuding a foul smell and painting a very grim picture of the fallen Practitioners' fate when they were bested by their foes.

Whether the Practitioners were from the divine or demonic side, the treatment of death they received was all the same. One could say that she had come to understand the inevitability of death in a Practitioner's life.

However, what she saw in front of her at this point made her take a few steps back in horror and disgust. She hadn't seen a more repulsive image of a dying Practitioner than she was witnessing now.

In some corner of her heart, she even felt pity for Zameer, having endured so much trauma.

"I... I am ready to talk. Again. Ask.... Just ask me what you want to know. Please... Please make it stop."

Zameer tried to speak to Shaai after sensing her presence, pleading with her to free him from his misery.

His right cheek had been riddled with beehive-like holes, and even his left eye socket housed a bunch of flies.

When he spoke, his voice sounded unnatural because even his vocal cords had been attacked by the demonic flies from the inside out. He wouldn't have survived this brutal torture method Eren had unleashed on him if he weren't an A-Ranked body cultivator.

Or perhaps... the reason Eren had put Zameer through such a form of torture was because he believed that the latter could endure it.