Page 84 of Darkening Truth
Godfrey’s soul was in the worst condition that I have ever seen a soul, and I’ve dealt with people who have done truly horrific things.
Touching a person's soul is excruciatingly painful, pulling, twisting and slicing at it, while it is still attached to the person, can make them go insane, and permanently damage the soul.
Very few people know what I can do with a soul, and by that, I mean, Rival knows.
The guys know that I can do things that make me an extremely effective torturer, and that there is a darker part to my magic that feeds on this sort of thing, and I mean that in the literal sense. The darkness doesn’t need to be fed, that part of me doesn’t get hungry, but it does feed when I do things like this, and as a consequence, I become a lot stronger.
I like what I do, and that I’m good at it.
The guys know all of that, but they don’t know what I can do with souls. I have never found a secure enough place to tell them, one where I can ensure that I’m not going to be overheard. But more than that, I am already so different, being able to control all of the elements, I don’t want them to think that I’m too different. Of course, Rival thinks I’m being ridiculous.
He wouldn’t know about what I can do if it weren’t for the fact that I had to use the ability to save us both from our abuser.
Godfrey screams.
While I had been lost in my thoughts, my water magic that I had chilled to freezing temperatures and used to keep him in place had slowly been creeping higher up his legs and arms, causing a couple of his fingers to drop off.
It’s not enough, not for what I felt from him when he was spewing that vitriol at Farren.
That’s another advantage, or maybe disadvantage to the darker part of me, when it kicks online, I know what my target is feeling, it’s a great tool for torture, I know how to really mess with my prey’s head, and how deep the evil goes.
He loved hurting Farren. He thrived on it. He hated her with every fibre of his being and wished that he could have carried on hurting her for centuries to come. He was never going to let her escape. She was his obsession. He wanted to end her in the most brutal way that he could think of.
So, I’m going to hurt him.
I’m going to push him to the brink of insanity.
I’m going to make him beg for death, and I’m going to take him to the edge of it over and over again, without allowing him the relief, and when I do kill him, I’m going to play with his soul instead.
I’m also going to keep it until Hades, who I am assuming is on the way, arrives and can personally escort Godfrey back to the punishment side of the Underworld because I’m not risking him escaping.
Not again.
Not with the very real threat he poses to Farren.
For the next hour, that’s what I do. Using some of my finest and favourite techniques, I tear at him without letting him die.
“P-p-please, I’ll tell you whatever you want to know,” he stutters weakly, during a moment of stillness.
My gaze narrows, and I use my magic to pin him against the wall and slowly pierce his chest with my hand, grabbing hold of his soul and his heart at the same time. I’m not going to remove it, not yet.
I sigh.
“I suppose that I should ask you some questions,” I reply, allowing my disappointment to be known. “You should know that I will know when you’re lying,” I grin, aware of how unhinged it looks, since I’m covered in his blood. “And if you lie to me, you will be punished accordingly.”
Godfrey nods, his face marred by pain, “Anything. I’ll tell you anything.”
“Did the princes turn you into a Wraith?” I ask, I don’t want to start with the question we really want the answer to, just in case he does manage to survive this again.
“Yes. Crem did. He is creating an army using souls from both sides of the Underworld. It’s not his army, he is merely a commander,” he rambles.
“Whose army is it?” I ask.
“A God I don’t know, he has a scar on his hand,” he replies.
“What is the purpose of the army?”
“They’re going to take over the Underworld first. Once the Underworld is conquered, they are going to come for the rest of the realms,” he stutters.
