Chapter 987: Tortured by Blood
"ARRRGHHHHH!"
The scream tore through the chamber, echoing off the high vaulted ceilings like a chorus of the damned.
Aurelion convulsed in the iron chair. Every joint of his was bound in cruel cuffs that silenced spells and dulled mana. Though not that this weakling could ever fight back.
His fingers twitched. Blood dripped from his elbows. Skin curled at the edges of his arms like torn parchment, peeled by a delicate yet utterly merciless hand.
And that hand... belonged to none other than his daughter.
Jasmine stood before him with her back straight, her dress decorated by the same blood that soaked the floor. A single scalpel could be seen in her fingers. She hummed an old merchant’s lullaby under her breath in ceremony.
Behind her, Quinlan reclined in a plush armchair. In this moment, he was looking a lot like a dark king watching justice unfold. One leg crossed over the other. A crystal glass of chilled wine balanced on the armrest. Around him, his girls lounged in similar comfort, as if it were a family gathering.
The Ascendants had been sent away, alongside Feng, deemed a bit too youthful for what Quinlan knew would surely come.
Jasmine was a wonderful, lovely woman with a kind heart, but she was sure as hell not an angel of mercy. She wanted her father to suffer the worst possible fate, and far be it from Quinlan to say otherwise. He helped set up everything so his beloved woman could do everything her heart desired.
Thus, only his wives were present, alongside Iris, Lyra, and Kaelira.
The mood, despite the screams echoing off stone walls, was... jovial.
"Wow..." Serika murmured in a low tone, eyes calmly following the scalpel as it traced a slow line down Aurelion’s thigh. She sipped her wine, unbothered. "I must say... Jasmine is giving me quite the memorable first impression."