Bab 52: Feast on Your Flesh and Blood
Luca arrived at the alley where he left the black motorbike. When he came at the corner, he realized that someone was trying to thieve his motorbike… but was miserably failing.
Even after they tried to carry the bike, the motorbike was rooted in the shadows cast on the wall. There was no way to simply pull it from its place.
The hunter didn't have time to deal with a small-time thief. He only recorded a feed and sent it to Theresa. Even without words, Control knew what had to be done.
Afterward, he then cleared his throat.
The thief was startled, and he even turned behind him with a rather shocked face. Luca only spared him a glare… because the motorbike revved on its own.
It then stood on its two wheels and magically disengaged its side stand. Before the thief could react, the bike dashed forward like someone was driving it. When it went past Luca, the hunter grabbed a tendril it reached out and hopped on it, placing himself on the driver seat.
Before long, he could take over the control and leaned down as the bike traversed through the shadows. Next to him came the other hellhounds he would pass by as if checkpoints to where the thugs took their master.
"Just wait for me. I won't let you get harmed…"
…
As Noah wasn't a normal human with a normal body constitution, he ended waking up way earlier than he was expected to be. Moreover, he was awakened by the loud voice of a man.
When his eyes opened, he figured he was in a dark dining hall with a large unlit chandelier directly on top of him. He seemed to be bound to a table with chains holding on his wrists and ankles.
Sprawled on a tabletop while on his back, Noah could feel like he was some sort of food served to feed people.
What made matters worse was that he couldn't feel his clothes. What was in its place was… food.
Slices of meat and fruits were scattered all over his skin like he's in one of those borderline kinky restaurants where they served delicacies while using naked people as platters. The only difference was that he didn't think he'd stay as a platter.
His eyes traveled to the side, past the candles lighting the table alone, and saw a small trolley with a metal tray on it. On the tray were scalpels, metal artery tubes, and even bone saws—reflecting the warm light. Were they planning to cut him into pieces?
"Brothers! Let us feast on the bounty of the material and transcend into the beings of gods!"
The man finished his speech that Noah wasn't paying attention to. When he looked down at the food and their supposed offering, he was amused to see Noah was awake. The witch's dark eyes then looked back at him, and the speaker grinned.
"It seems that our offering is awake. Are you willing to experience the pain and be numb as you take us steps into immortality?"
Noah didn't say anything. His mouth was gagged by the rubber strap holding down his head to the table. Even if he could slightly move his head left to right, he couldn't lift it up. He only continued to glare at the speaker.
He only stared at that man in a black robe and a hood that fell short in hiding his face. It seemed that everyone else was wearing the same apparel, making them a cult in Noah's eyes. Then again, upon hearing him again just now, Noah realized that they were indeed a cult.
As for what kind, he was about to find out.
Someone then grabbed his chin from the side and forced Noah to face him. It was Stephen who was clearly confused as to why he was awake. That serum should be enough to knock him into next week. "You… you can't be…"
Before he could speak, the man who came earlier to see Stephen grabbed his hand off of the server. "Don't be insolent. Let the Master deal with him."
"Fear not, my brothers. What could such a little human do to us who are on a higher plane than him…?" The Master then walked to the other side and held on Noah's chin, his eyes then glowing red. "Or should I say… deeper?"
"Witch…" Noah mumbled through the rubber strap.
"Oh, you know what I am?" The Master reached out and received the hand-held bone saw from one of the brothers around him. "Then, you have an idea what was bound to happen, right?"
The Master used the saw to scrape the food off of Noah's chest down to his abdomen, making the teeth graze and scratch his skin. Then, he stopped and pressed the tip of the blade just a little off below the sternum, on that soft area above the diaphragm. Noah continued to glare at the Master… and so the latter pushed the tip into the skin.
Puncturing the skin was one thing, but damaging the partition helping the lungs breathe was causing Noah to lose air. However, even if the pain was rattling across his entire body, his mind was keeping his reactions subtle.
If he shook just a little sharper, the saw would damage more of his organs. Worse, he could cause it to pierce through his stomach.
Blood traveled to Noah's mouth, but he could only control his coughing as the blood and spit sprayed past the rubber strap.
"You should be very… honored… for you will be the offering to the greatest prince of Hell! May Beelzebub feast on your flesh and blood and be reborn!"
Bang!
Before the Master could punch the blade through Noah's abdomen, a gunshot echoed just meters away from them. A red hole appeared on the Master's glabella, and blood dripped from it. As he was a low-level witch, he died on the spot and collapsed to the ground.
Before he could drag the blade down and injure Noah some more, a big black figure hopped to the side and bit the saw to keep it stable.
"What?!" The brothers were in a panic. Someone fired at their Master and a strange dog came out of nowhere. When they saw the person who entered the room, they didn't have enough time to think of a counterattack.
Most of them could spin and sprint out of the way, but some had been caught by bullets piercing through their skulls. For those who had the bullets exit the bone, they dragged down the person behind them by letting their brother taste the same bullet that killed them.
The gun cocked again and again, but no casings bounced against the floor. There was only light sparking and traveling from the darkness.
A figure then walked into the table and turned to Noah. He sheathed his guns and held onto the blade the hellhound was biting to carefully slide it out of Noah's body.
Clang! The bone saw was thrown to the floor, and the hellhound left to chase those who attempted to run away.
"Are you okay? I'm sorry I'm late." Luca tugged at the chains holding Noah's left hand and figured he had to shoot it to free the witch. Bang! He got one off and ended up shooting all four of them. "Can you walk?"
"Where…?" Noah ripped the rubber strap holding his head and then vomited blood as he shot up to a sitting position. He didn't need to worry about healing the puncture as his hellhounds just fed on Schuler's guards that night.
"Fuck… I really hate throwing up. Anyway, where are we?"
"Some kind of a castle built for this cult." Luca helped him with tugging loose more belts holding him down. "We're levels down so we needed to find an elevator to escape. Else, we needed to dig."
Luca then cleared the food off of Noah's body, visibly seething as he discovered Noah's state under the food. How dare they strip him off of his clothes like that and even dared to cut him in pieces.
When Luca's eyes landed on the dead Master's face, he realized that this cult gathering wasn't finished yet.
That man wasn't the owner of the club, and there should be more of them that would prey on those who were even pushed to the brink of desperation. Luca didn't want to leave that as they were so he would probably ask Theresa to track down all possible cultists in the city.
Just thinking about this made Luca sigh at the amount of work SCC had to do just to protect the entire country and its people.
The hunter took off his coat and pressed it on Noah's, covering most of his bare skin. "Cover up. SCC will arrive in a bit. About the bodies…"
Right, Luca wondered why the Master's body was still there. Shouldn't have Caliga eaten it already? However, when he looked around, he realized Caliga was busy torturing one of the cultists he caught. It was the same middle-aged man who took Noah to this place.
Stephen Porter was paralyzed by what seemed to be the hellhound's saliva, He was being torn up into pieces as Caliga pawed and clawed at him again and again. So much rage, and yet the animal could manage to keep him alive to live through the pain.
"What's up with him?" Luca frowned at the black dog. He spoke as if he wouldn't hurt Stephen as well. However, such a gruesome torment would never befit any human being.
"Let's ask." Noah wore the coat and kept it close to start warming his body. Even if he could heal himself, his body would still run cold from the bleeding. He then walked up to the scene and glared down at the middle-aged man.
"B-Baby… help… me…"
Luca joined them just as the man reached out to clutch at the coat's edge and beg. Luca pulled out a gun from the holster and handed it to Noah. However, Noah only turned away and pulled on the coat to lose Stephen's grip. "I don't know how to use guns."
Caliga watched his master leave and decided not to spend time with this man some more. He then went to bite Stephen by the neck and shook him like a rag doll. Pak! The neck snapped, and the hellhound started to consume the dead.
Noah then looked around the dark dining hall. "Let's see if there's something we can use here."
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