Unusual World 100 Unexpected Turn Part 2

"I am completely at peace with myself and what I have done. There is nothing you can say or do that can possibly hurt me". Eliot spoke to his torturers plainly and with emotionless eyes. They weren't the eyes of a lier, They were the eyes of someone who has seen countless people die, someone who has ended countless lives himself and was ready to die all the same.

Edgar and Creeg recognized those eyes there are no shortage of people on Theotera who have gone through unimaginable trials. Like the loss of a friend or loved one taken from them by the forces of nature, time, an enemy or by their own hands. There are even those who have drenched entire worlds in blood, but there are few who have come to terms with it all and found true pieces like Eliot.

"Oh, if that's true then do you mind if I have a try". An enchanting voice coming from all around started Edgar and Creeg when the woman's voice reached their ears. They both sensed no other presence approach the room yet, someone had clearly appeared.

"Who is there? speak!" Creeg uttered as he extended his field of perception to find where the voice came from.

"Who are you to make demands of me?" Creeg's words had offended the owner of the voice whom he could not find. As punishment for his offense, the owner of the voice turned half of Creeg's organs into moths.

Creeg felt the painful change happening inside of him as the moths rampaged inside of him forcing his body to bloat. Creeg released multiple different cries of pain coming from over 100 different mouths. His body continued to expand until all the moths inside Creeg's body came shooting out of his mouths.

The blood covered moths filled the room then began to converge taking the shape of a humanoid figure. Creeg had already flopped to the ground coughing large amounts of his blood, but he wasn't dead. Nor would he ever dare sully presence of the person before him with his death.

With every ounce of strength Creeg had left in his body he forced himself to prostrate before the great being in front of him. Edgar quickly followed suit before he received a punishment similar to Creeg.

Filled with equal amounts of admiration as fear Edgar and Creeg spoke in unison as they uttered the name, rank, and t.i.tle of the person before them.
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"May all know of your incomparable might, matchless beauty, and untold legends that they will write about you Rank 6 Myra Garza Matriarch of Moths. We are unworthy to be in your presence or look upon your form. Strike us down now for any offense we have committed".

Edgar and Creeg bowed down as low as they could they were even ready to dig a hole to prostrate even lower to appease Myra. Creeg had forced himself to stop coughing, he knew he had played with death enough to last a lifetime any further disrespect and he would truly meet a fate worse than death.

While Edgar and Creeg were busy groveling on the floor Eliot couldn't stop himself from laughing. "You f.u.c.king cowards both of you are to pathetic to watch".

Eliot had nothing but detest for Edgar and Creeg after what they had done. To prostrate before someone simply because there stronger is sickening in his eyes.

Eliot s.h.i.+fting his eyes over started to stare down the large cl.u.s.ter of moths shaped like a human walking in front of him.

"So, your one of the strongest people this world has and you want to take a shot at breaking me go ahead".

The cl.u.s.ter of moths stopped in front of Eliot then said, "not break, subdue. What I want is your will fragment".

Eliot could only laugh the insane words uttered by Myra. "You want my will fragment that's never going to happen. I may not be from this world, but I did my research a will fragment can only be given willingly it in the name. With it, you would have full control over me and you can decide whenever I die even where I go after death.

Losing your will fragment is without a doubt worse than death. There is no way I'm ever going to do that so, just hypnotize me force me under your submission with a soul brand, or use me as ingredients in your experiments because that's the only way you're going to get me to do what you want".

Myra listened to what Eliot told her then simply said "ok" before she turned around and ordered Edgar and Creeg to leave the room. Edgar stood up as quick as he could then promptly left the room Creeg, on the other hand, found it difficult to stand. If it wasn't for the terrifying vitality rank 2 magi possessed he would already be dead.

Unable to stand Creeg crawled away out the door leaving behind a long trail of blood as he did leading out the door. Despite being alone with the demi-G.o.d and knowing what was coming Eliot wasn't scared. While he didn't get to do much his ambitions had long since been satisfied whatever came next he would still be happy.

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Time pa.s.sed by slowly as Edgar and Creeg waited outside the torture chamber for Myra. A long time pa.s.sed until the door to the torture chamber finally opened. When signs that door was about to open showed Edgar and Creeg were prepared to prostrate themselves once more, but what they saw was only Eliot coming out of the room.

He once again had his skin and wore his suit in his signature color purple. The green hair on top of his head was well combed back, Eliot looked nothing like the miserable state he was once in.

Edgar and Creeg's gaze only fell behind Eliot only when they found no trace of Myra did their eyes land on Eliot.

"So, he's under our control now" stated Edgar as he looked over at Creeg.

"It appears so, judging by how he's staring at us blankly he'll only move after we give him commands".

Edgar let out a long sigh then said, "that's good, you know we're incredibly lucky I've never seen a rank 6 before. I actually thought I would never get to see one much less our second in command Myra.

"I know, why did she even come here anyway? She told us nothing before she left".

"I don't know there could be all kinds of reason"

Creeg grumbled a bit before looking at his wound, "Edgar you set up our new puppet I have to take care of my wounds".

Edgar and Creeg were about to separate when suddenly Eliot spoke giving his former captures a big shock.

"Prostrate your selves", when those words left Eliot's lips Edgar and Creeg felt as though a mountain had fallen on top of them. The tried to resist with all they had the ground beneath their feet even gave away to the sheer amount of force they use to keep upright, but their resistance was futile. They both ended up in the dirt with their faces planted in the ground while Eliot lorded over them from above.

"Now that you both are in a listening position let me explain what is going on. That woman Myra whatever the rest of her name is has made me her acting representative. Meaning I am her eyes, ears, and essentially just her making me until who knows when your boss along with everyone else she has power over. Now for the reason as to why she was here since it appears you have some concerns about that.

Myra was here because many powerful existences have set their eyes on this place because of that big event 2 years ago. Also to inform everyone to pack up and prepare to leave just in case owners.h.i.+p of Delmar City switches to the elves because of the clan war that's about to happen. Now with all that settled let's get down to the real business at hand".

Edgar and Creeg were still struggling on the ground when Eliot lifted them both up by their necks and proceeded to drag them back to the torture chamber.

"You two have got to learn how to torture someone it's not just about inflicting pain it is a form of art. I'm going to show you some tricks from my world I hope you learn something from them".

Edgar and Creeg struggling in Eliot's arms, but couldn't escape his iron grip. As they were brought inside the torture chamber an inescapable sense of fear crept upon them. Their magic had been sealed away by Eliot's words they felt as though they were no different than ordinary humans. As Eliot made them both share the same chair of needles he once sat on which was still coated in Eliot's blood.

The torture room that was once filled with endless laughter once again had chilled screams come out of it. Those pa.s.sing who knew of the struggle Edgar and Creeg faced while torturing their captive could only congratulate them on their success of finally making him whimper and moan for days without end.