Chapter 231: Can I Borrow Your Handsomeness?
The moment he uttered those words, both Isaac and Rufus felt horrible, ominous premonitions twist inside their chests.
Rufus finally managed to scramble to his feet, his voice timid and scared, barely more than a whisper.
"W-What...what do you mean by that? What do you mean we won’t exist?"
Luca turned his head slowly, and the smile that spread across his face was not a smile at all. It was a promise. A threat. A death sentence.
"You’re both grown men, you should already know what I mean."
Isaac and Rufus exchanged a look of pure, unadulterated terror.
They had used those same words earlier, threatening Esme with her fate. And now the Hero was throwing them back in their faces.
They realised that the plan was over. The revenge was over. Everything was over!
Fear for their lives overpowered everything else. They snapped out of their daze and burst through the bedroom door, screaming in raw panic as they fled down the stairs.
"Run! Run! Get away from the demon!"
Their faces were masks of pure horror as they scrambled out of the house desperately to escape Luca.
But just as they turned the corner on the stairs, they were shocked to see Luca standing there already, as if he had been waiting for them the entire time with that same calm, terrifying smile on his face.
"Where do you think you’re going?"
Before either could react, Luca raised his leg and delivered a single, powerful kick.
Boom!
They crashed straight through the wooden railing that bordered the tree’s stairs and plummeted to the ground below. Both men landed with sickening impacts, letting out miserable screams.
"AHH! MY BACK! MY BACK!"
Multiple fractures spiderwebbed across their bodies in an instant. Rufus even had a single bone sticking out grotesquely from his hand, and he could no longer feel his other arm at all.
Yet terror drove him forward; he forced himself upright and began running at full, limping speed, desperate to get away from Luca.
Isaac wanted to do the same, he wanted to run away at all costs. But he couldn’t.
He had landed in the most brutal way possible and could no longer feel his legs.
He lay sprawled on his back, blood trickling from his mouth, struggling even to breathe as slow, deliberate footsteps approached him. Each one seemed to make his heart shiver, marking the approach of death itself.
Finally, Luca walked over and stood above him, a gleam in his eyes like he had seen a sweet treat that he was going to savour.
The moment Isaac saw that devilish face, he panicked completely.
"Please! Please let me go! I...I apologize! What I did was wrong! I’ll accept it! I’ll change after this! You have to let me go, please! I beg of you!"
Luca didn’t even bother responding to Isaac’s desperate pleas. Instead, he chuckled—a low, dark sound that made Isaac’s blood run cold.
"You know, I heard everything you said to Esme earlier."
Luca tilted his head, his eyes gleaming with something between amusement and disgust.
"And I have to admit, you have quite a unique fetish. A bone-breaking fetish? Even with all my experience, I’ve never thought about doing something like that to anyone."
Isaac’s body trembled uncontrollably. He tried to crawl backward, but his legs wouldn’t respond.
"But at the same time, I’m curious." Luca’s smile widened. "I’m a man who likes to explore different things. Even if I don’t think it’s my style, I want to test it out. See if it’s really as pleasurable as you made it sound."
Isaac realized exactly what was coming. His lips trembled in panic, and he immediately raised his one somewhat functional hand, screaming hoarsely.
"No, don’t! Please—!"
Unfortunately for him, Luca did not even pause to consider the plea. He simply raised his hand and brought it down in a single, devastating smash straight onto Isaac’s knees.
CRACK!
The impact was not a mere break or fracture.
It was a brutal, hydraulic-press-like destruction, shattering the bones into countless jagged pieces on the spot!
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"
Isaac’s miserable scream tore through the night, raw and agonized, echoing off the surrounding trees and bridges.
Yet Luca did not seem bothered by the sound at all.
If anything, it was music to his ears, sweet and satisfying after all the pent-up frustration he had been holding inside because of these male elves.
And he wanted to hear more of it. So he raised his leg and brought it down hard on Isaac’s other knee as well.
CRACK!
"ARGHHHHH!!!!"
Another miserable scream ripped free, louder and more broken than the first. Luca simply stood there, smiling softly, savoring every second of it.
But he did not stop at the knees. He pulled back slightly, then began stamping down methodically, first on the ankles, then the calves, crushing bone after bone with deliberate, unhurried force.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
"RRRAAAAGHH—HNNGH!"
One by one the limbs gave way, bones snapping and piercing through flesh, turning muscle into bloody mush.
Soon one entire leg was completely gone, reduced to oblivion, nothing but a ruined, unrecognizable mass.
"Ahh—! Ahhhh—! Arghhh—!"
Isaac foamed at the mouth from the sheer agony, his mind reeling because he had never imagined pain could reach such excruciating heights.
He had thought getting shot with an arrow was horrible, but this...this was beyond anything he had ever endured.
But Luca was not satisfied yet. He moved to the other leg, starting again at the feet, the ankles, the calves, the knees, and finally the thighs—
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
—crushing everything methodically while Isaac’s screams grew hoarse and desperate.
"NOOOO!! AHH! HAHHHH—! ARGHHH—!"
"Wow, Isaac." Luca chuckled. "You were truly ahead of me. I have to give you credit, this really does feel quite pleasurable."
He tilted his head, listening to Isaac’s ragged breathing.
"The sound of your bones cracking sends shivers through my body. And your screams? So melodious. I want to hear more of them."
To prove his point, he raised his leg once more and slammed it down onto Isaac’s arms.
CRACK!
First the hands vanished in a wet crunch, then the forearms, the elbows, and finally the upper arms, each strike methodical and merciless.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Isaac thrashed and screamed through blood and tears.
"IT HURTS! IT HURTS SO MUCH! PLEASE, I BEG YOU, STOP! IT HURTS, I BEG YOU!"
He cried out for his mother, for anyone, voice cracking.
"MOTHER! MOTHER, HELP ME OUT! HELP ME! SOMEONE HELP ME!"
Surprisingly, a bunch of elves did come running.
The commotion and Isaac’s agonized screams had carried far enough that they gathered on the ground below and along the bridges, still dressed in their nightdresses since they had been sleeping only moments ago.
At first they were confused, shocked by the bloody sight unfolding before them, Isaac looking as if he had been run over by a bulldozer.
But then they glanced up through the window and saw Esme standing there, shivering and looking utterly frightful.
The pieces clicked together instantly. Confusion and concern melted away, replaced by cold, judging gazes.
No matter how much Isaac shouted and begged, not a single elf showed him any pity. They understood exactly what had happened.
Of course, Leona, Nyx, Lulu, and Luna had also arrived by now. Seeing the scene, Nyx could not help but smile like she was witnessing a glorious dream finally come true, her beautiful face lit with pure satisfaction.
At the same time, she quickly made Fefe look away and covered the little girl’s ears, though she herself continued to enjoy the sight without a hint of remorse.
The rest of the family watched with cold expressions as well, realizing precisely why Luca had left them earlier.
They were glad he had, or else what would have happened to Esme was unimaginable.
Meanwhile, Isaac himself was a completely broken mess. His legs and arms were crushed beyond recognition, blood continuously pouring from his mouth, yet he was still somehow alive.
His eyes, bright with desperate hope even now, begged Luca silently to save him, to help him out.
Luca, however, simply looked down at him as if pondering something deeply. Finally he spoke, voice calm and almost appreciative.
"I do have to say, Isaac, you truly are quite a handsome individual. Even though you’re obviously a villain, I can’t help but admire your looks. You male elves truly are quite handsome after all."
The unexpected compliment surprised everyone listening, but it all made horrifying sense when Luca continued.
"In fact..."
He gently caressed Isaac’s cheek, exactly the way Isaac had wanted to touch Esme earlier.
"You’re so handsome that it makes me so jealous, and I want all of those beautiful aspects of yours."
"Your long ears...your perfect nose...this smooth skin."
He leaned in closer with an evil smile.
"Would you mind giving me those, Isaac? Just lend them to me for a little while."
Isaac shivered violently and shook his head, voice barely a whisper. "No...No, don’t..."
But Luca’s hand was already moving. He grabbed onto Isaac’s ear.
The crowd, realizing what was about to happen, immediately looked away.
An elf’s ear was extremely sensitive, and they knew the pain that was coming. Nyx, however, bit her lip in anticipation, eyes shining.
Just as Isaac tried to scream "Stop!", Luca pulled his hand away with a wet, bloody rip.
TEAR!
"GAHHHH—HRRK!!!!"
Isaac’s scream tore through the air.
"AH! IT HURTS! IT HURTS! MY EAR! MY EAR! YOU TORE MY FUCKING EAR OFF! AHHHHH!"
Luca examined the torn ear thoughtfully, then reached for the other one.
"There’s only one ear right now, but I need two ears."
He ripped the second one off as well, eliciting another miserable scream. He then held both ears up beside his own head as if trying them on.
"What do you think, Isaac? Do I look like an elf right now?" He glanced toward the crowd. "Leona gave me a beautiful pair of ears a moment ago, but a true ear is much better and looks more realistic."
"Don’t I look like an elf right now?"
Isaac wanted to scream that he looked more like a demon than any elf, but the words would not form.
Luca tossed the ears aside casually as he casually said,
"I also want all your other parts as well...Like this nose of yours."
He grabbed Isaac’s nose and pulled it clean off, drawing another agonized scream as Isaac’s body thrashed wildly.
"NNNNGGHH—AAAAAA!"
"Then these luscious lips as well. They do seem quite soft."
He tore the lips away next.
"HRRRK—AAAAAAGH!"
Isaac’s teeth were now bared grotesquely into the open air. The crowd could not handle it anymore. Many turned away, some beginning to feel sick.
But Luca did not stop. He kept going, pulling and tearing piece after piece.
"I want this...I want this as well...I want that..."
Cheeks were ripped away.
"WWWW-RRRRAAAAAAA!"
A piece of scalp torn open to reveal skull.
"GYAAAAA—H-HHH!!!!"
Then larger sections of skin from the chest until the rib cage glistened wetly beneath.
"UUUUU-GGGGHHHH-AAAA!"
"I want this...I want this...I want it all..."
Finally Isaac was a complete mess, missing ears, nose, lips, and chunks of flesh across his body.
The only thing properly intact was his eyes, though they were dim and glassy now as he hovered on the verge of death.
He almost looked like he wanted it to end quickly, unable to bear the immense pain any longer.
Unfortunately, Luca had no intention of giving him an easy death. He glanced down toward Isaac’s crotch with a mysterious look.
"What about down there? Do also have a weapon down there that I might be envious of?"