Chapter 284: We’ve Got A Location
In the opulent Chevalier Palace, Ivan stood with an air of cold authority as his captive warlock, mercilessly bound by his spike-filled chains, let out a cry of agony, whilst it reverberated through the dim-lit dungeon. The warlock’s endless cries made the rest of the guards on duty shudder in fear, unable to imagine themselves in the situation the warlock had been placed into, and it was expected, considering how brutal and unforgiving their Majesty had become since the disappearance of his wife.
All matters concerning the Kingdom had been suspended, and no one could bring themselves to object, because objecting, to Ivan’s belief, was similar to saying his wife was unimportant to the kingdom, and that alone can trigger his anger, which will lead to further brutal punishments.
Ivan’s crimson eyes, once warm, were now icy like a winter’s night, whilst reflecting the torment of losing his wife.
His only source of comfort had been taken away from him, but presently, he found solace in the screams of his enemies. Holding on to the other end of his spike-filled chain, he stopped pulling, giving the warlock a small sense of relief before pulling hard once more, the spikes digging relentlessly into the warlock’s skin.
He was stained with his own blood, his clothes tattered, lips bruised and bleeding, eyes bloodshot.
"I’m going to ask you this for the last time." Ivan’s voice, a low menacing growl, echoed through the cold stone walls as he demanded, "where is she?"
The chains tightened, causing a wince of pain from the captive. The warlock, disheveled and defiant, met Ivan’s gaze with a mixture of fear and defiance, whilst he spat,
"I will never betray my kind!" The warlock remained stubbornly undeterred, despite the torture he was presently undergoing, "I’ll reveal nothing to the likes of you, vampire! You’re nothing but a–"
"You will talk, or I’ll make you wish for Oblivion." Ivan’s patience wore thin at the warlock’s resistance, his fangs bared in frustration, and with a swift motion, he pulled at the chains, driving the spikes into the warlock’s skin, more deeper, whilst targeting all the weakest spot and leaving another cry of anguish to escape the warlock’s mouth.