Chapter 643: Second Hand Vengeance
Before I even realized he had moved, Kahlen rematerialized a few steps forward, arm casually outstretched. A mass of crimson flesh pulsed in his hand, dangling several thick veins and spraying blood in all directions. The slaver stumbled, staring in disbelief at the gaping hole in his chest where his heart should be.
Kahlen’s hand closed in a fist, crushing the man’s heart. I covered my mouth as a bloody paste squished between his fingers, eyes wide with horror. Bile churned in my throat, but I couldn’t look away, transfixed by the awful scene.
"You may now scream," the demon said with a toothy grin.
A slaver started to scream, but his eyes rolled back in his head, and he dropped like a sack of bricks. Kahlen waved his hand, and a sword streaked forward, impaling another man’s stomach. It tore free with a wet squelch, spilling his guts in a cascade of gore. The man screamed as he clawed at the wound, desperately holding his intestines in as his lifeblood flowed between his fingers.
Another sword moved, and another last his legs mid-thigh. He fell sideways, too stunned to scream, as blood poured from the stumps. One of his legs dropped, thumping on his flailing torso, while the other remained standing.
The slavers’ leader finally regained his senses, clutching the ledger to his chest. With a terrified scream, he tore past the unconscious slaver in a dead sprint. Kahlen watched him go with a predatory grin, casually walking toward the last one standing. The man backed up until he struck a cage, rusty blade trembling in his hands.
"S-stay back!" he whimpered.
Kahlen drew a slow breath and let it out in a long, satisfied exhale. He reached forward and grabbed the man by his neck, lifting him a foot off the ground.
"Please! Don’t kill me!" the slaver screamed.
The demon’s grip tightened, cutting off protests. The man kicked and fought, desperately pounding on the demon’s wrist, but he may as well have been fighting a mountain. There was a sharp crack, and then he went limp. His tongue lolled out, his eyes white, but all that came out was a breathy gurgle.
He fell from the demon with a heavy thump, body spasming erratically. His eyes twitched, but he barely managed a weak groan.