Chapter 367: No Exit
In the shadows, Alistair who watched the scene wanted to rush forward, but he was instantly yanked back due to the chain around his neck. He couldn’t free himself from the clutches of the chain unless Marius did it himself—his soul was helplessly bound to Marius since he died in the lunatics hands, but watching the horrible scene unfold, he couldn’t just stay put and watch Marius hurt the people he cared about.
"HEY!! Let her go you fucking bastard!!" He spat, screaming at the top of his lungs in hopes that it would attract Marius’s unwavering attention, and to his relief, it successfully did.
The demon’s clawed hand seized mid-air, evidently startled by the unexpected voice, and he slowly turned his head to see Alistair standing at a corner, his neck bound to a thick chain, and that made Marius’s eyes flicker with amusement.
"I honestly forgot about you." Marius withdrew his hand, stopping the assault he inflicted on poor Viney, and he approached Alistair whose teeth gritted in rage.
"It completely slipped my mind," he chuckled surprisingly, "I think it must be the effect from this body, cause I can barely sustain my impatience, and suddenly you’re here. Unfortunately you are useless and tied, and what better ways to torture you than making you watch as I cut through her stomach and bring out the child nestled inside her womb."
"Don’t you dare lay your filthy hands on her, I’m warning you!!" Alistair threatened, stepping closer, "if you do anything to her I’ll—"
"You’ll what?!!" And he grabbed Alistair by the throat, slamming him to the wall, "what will you do? You have no power here, your soul belongs to me and I can do whatever I please with it! So what can you possibly do to save her?" he grinned, enjoying how easy it was to own him like a puppet.
"I always knew you’d be fun to have around."
"You think you’ve won, haven’t you?" Alistair stuttered a laugh, "you think because you own my soul I’ll be afraid of you. You’re terribly mistaken, cause you’re nothing but shit to me!"
"A smart mouth you’ve got, why don’t we get rid of that first." Something sinister flashed in Marius’s eyes, and he palmed Alistair’s lips. When he withdrew his hands, there was absolutely nothing there. The part where Alistair’s lips should have been were gone, as if it was erased, and all Alistair could do was glare with untold hatred, rage, and fear.
The sight paralyzed Carmela who subconsciously felt her own lips. She didn’t think such a thing was possible, and a chill ran down her spine at the mere thought of Marius doing it to her. She only agreed to this because she wanted to own Samantha’s body, she wanted to have the power that lady possessed, but there was this dreadful feeling gnawing at her consciousness, and that bothered her immensely.