Adriel arched a brow, his amusement clear. “You okay over there Desmond?”
“Goddamn peachy,” I stated dryly.
A movement had all of us looking towards the man hanging on the wall, who had started to shift and groan. A dangerous smile broke out on my face as Adriel’s magic instantly flooded the space. The principal’s eyes blinked open slowly, and I watched his face go from confused at his clear displacement, to anger at being in such a situation…. and then to fear. Absolutely terrified.
Adriel spoke, and I could tell by how the man was looking around rapidly and breathing hard that nightmares were playing out in front of him, oblivious to what was really going on.
“I’m going to try to get him to give up information before having to touch him so we can save the largest amount of time for our fun,” Adriel drawled with amusement.
I watched with a bit of amusement as the man began screaming and sobbing, his entire body trembling. But honestly, I felt nothing more than thinking that he was pathetic. Very pathetic.
“P-p-pplease,” the man sobbed, mumbling occasionally.
“What is his nightmare?” I asked curiously as Dean handed me a glass of bourbon.
“You don’t want to know,” Adriel said evenly. “Let’s just say his sick fascinations didn’t come from nowhere.”
“I d-dd-didn't mean to!” the man whimpered. “Please don’t. Please.” This would have been upsetting if I gave a fuck.
Also if the man hadn’t been planning to fucking rape my future Queen and the woman I was going to devote my entire life to. I watched, indifferent to the man’s panic as he pissed himself. Adriel pulled back his power, my magic spreading out to provide cover for us in the darkness of my smoke. Adriel walked over as the man’s eyes met his and a terrified scream came from his throat.
“Are you him?” he blubbered, his lip covered in drool. “Are you going to kill me?”
I nearly rolled my eyes. Humans were so frail it was disappointing. Adriel walked forward and stood in front of him with a clinical expression. I had to admit, Adriel could be fucking terrifying, at least in the way only elven magic could be. Trippy fucking shit and powers.
“You are a sick bastard,” Adriel sighed, despondent. “Who gave you the photos?”
“P-p-photos?” he whimpered, his eyes turning red and glazed.
“The ones of Lorcan Louvre.” Adriel drew out her name.
The principal shuddered as I felt my lips pull back in disgust, almost positive the fucker just came at the sound of her name. That was so fucked up. The man let out a strangled noise. “You know Lorcan? Where is she? I was supposed to keep an eye on her.”
“For who?” he asked curiously.
The principal started thrashing. “No, no, no. Where is she? I need her. Where is she? Where the fuck is she? I need her. If I don’t have her, if I don’t know where she is—”
The man let out a scream, guttural and dark, before his eyes started to roll to the back of his head, thrashing as if possessed. Adriel snapped and the man froze, his eyes glazing over as if in a dream, his expression almost appearing as if he was stoned.
“Draven,” Adriel sighed, “it’s not going to happen on my end. You may as well try to get a read on his memories.”
The angel approached the man as Dean began pacing again, clearly becoming impatient. I took a big drink, draining the glass, as Draven closed his eyes, pressing his fingers to the drugged out human.
There was silence for a few minutes, and I had hope that maybe he was finding something. But then something went wrong. Draven was suddenly thrown back as the human let out a cry that had his nose and ears bleeding. He began to convulse again, and Dean helped Draven up, all of us staring at whatever the fuck was going on with our prisoner.
Draven grunted. “It’s not any magic I have dealt with before. There is a complete block around his mind, like a cement fucking wall. If I pushed any further I could have killed him and still probably wouldn’t have gotten anywhere. I am almost positive it’s elven magic, but I can’t be sure… maybe whoever gave him those elven drugs did this to him?”
The room was silent as Dean finally spoke. “So he’s served his purpose?”
My smile grew.
Adriel nodded and sat down, pouring a drink for Draven and himself. “Yeah, fuck it. We’ll have to find another way to identify the source of the elven magic. I’ll be able to recognize the magic signature when we come across it, so this bastard is useless.”
“Pull back your magic,” I ordered as I stood and rolled up my sleeves. Dean walked up to the man and unchained him. He slumped to the floor. I could smell urine and a bunch of other shit on him. It was goddamn disgusting.
The man was limp as Draven pulled up a chair and we locked him to it by his arms, which we tied behind him. The man began to wake and looked up at me.
Dean wasted absolutely no time starting the show. A solid crack sounded as he easily dislocated the man’s shoulder in one sharp movement, making him scream goddamn bloody murder. I just stared at him, knowing that he’d had way more fucking pain planned for Lorcan. Pain I wanted to systematically force on him.
“We should break all his bones before even cutting him open,” I mused as Dean looked at me and offered a rare smile. I heard the man’s ribs crack.
Yeah… this was going to be fun.
“Adriel,” I turned towards him, “can you toss me the hammer and drill?”
“Using human tools?” my friend chuckled.
“Yeah. I want this to last as long as possible.”
Then I was going to bury myself so far inside of Lorcan she would always feel it.
The drill was heavy in my hand as I made sure the bit on it had sharp edges before pressing it right against his shoulder. He stared at me in terror as I pressed down and grinned as his blood sprayed everywhere, soaking me and immersing me in a symphony of his screams.
Music started to play, and I looked to Adriel, who just shrugged. “Don’t want the neighbors hearing.”
I wasn’t about to complain about Korn, but I did find it fucking amusing. I moved the drill over and powered it on, making him scream again as I watched the flesh easily rip beneath the tool. I was so entranced by the sight that I barely noticed Dean, who knelt down in front of him and began to drag a knife down and across his enlarged stomach. It wasn’t too deep, but I knew it hurt like a bitch because the man’s movements became erratic, convulsing and trying to escape.
The man was just becoming a sack of skin with broken bones, because every time he moved something, we broke it or cut it… he was just helping dig his own grave.
Suddenly, Draven’s magic swept past us and I saw the man freeze, everything from his neck down unable to move now. “Thanks!” I called out over the music as Dean continued his work, my path taking me towards the large wall of tools. I took a moment to consider my options, contemplating the best way to inflict the most pain before he passed out.
Chuckling, knowing it was apt as hell, I grabbed a lighter and walked towards him. He began to sob even more as I crouched down.
“Remember what you planned to do to her?” I asked softly. “You remember, right? Everything you had fucking planned?”
“I SWEAR—” His plea went on deaf ears as I lit the bottom of his pants. They instantly caught fire. Yeah. It seemed this fucker had a thing for burning the people he wanted to fuck, along with a bunch of other sick shit.