THE GENERAL'S DISGRACED HEIR

Luna tore through the goons with brutal precision, ripping heads, piercing hearts, and shattering bones. Each savage act was a tribute to her master's wish, exacting vengeance on every soul that had dared touch Vivian. David, his grip like iron, hoisted Gareth by the neck, forcing him to witness the carnage.

With a calculated strike, David's fist connected with Gareth's gut, jolting him from unconsciousness. Gareth's eyes widened in terror as he beheld the blood-soaked demon's dance.

The massacre took no more than twenty minutes, a span of sheer horror that left Gareth trembling and pissing his pants. David hurled him across the room, crashing into the tavern wall. "Luna," David called, his voice cold and commanding. The frenzied Fenrir responded instantly, "Yes, master."

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"Take Vivian to my bedchamber and return to me as soon as your done," he ordered, his icy gaze fixed on the quivering Gareth. "Understood," Luna replied, bowing slightly. She approached Vivian, who had never witnessed such madness and horror. Despite her fear, she knew the young master had come to save her.

Luna scooped Vivian up in a princess carry, and a black liquid enveloped them both, vanishing from sight.

Only the devil incarnate remained, alone with the condemned soul destined for the pits of hell.

David grabbed a wooden chair and dragged it slowly across the blood-soaked floor, the scraping sound echoing ominously in the silent room littered with corpses. He approached the quivering Gareth, who pleaded for his life, desperation dripping from every word. "Please, spare me," Gareth begged, his voice trembling.

"I'll do anything, I'll be a dog that serves you, please don't kill me." His eyes were swollen from tears, his body shaking like a leaf in a storm.

David, his face a mask of cold indifference, stopped in front of Gareth and sat down on the wooden chair. "Interesting," he mused, a cruel grin spreading across his lips, devoid of humor and full of malice. "A dog that tried to bite its master's hand is now begging for another chance." His icy gaze bored into Gareth's soul, igniting a flicker of hope only to snuff it out with a chilling declaration.

"Please, please, I'll do whatever you want," Gareth continued, clinging to false hope.

"Alright," David said with a sinister calmness, "but first..." His eyes narrowed, the cold fire in them burning into Gareth's very being. "Isn't your head a little too high?"

"Huh?" Gareth stammered, confused and terrified. The question hung in the air for a heartbeat before David brought his foot down on Gareth's head, smashing it into the floor. Gareth yelped in pain, his vision blurring as stars danced in his eyes.

"Now that's perfect," David taunted, his voice dripping with mockery. "We can continue."