Chapter 115: The Final Deliverance
Chapter 115: The Final Deliverance
After killing the father, Kahn bitchslapped the son and knocked him out.
Eren was the main cause and also the main perpetrator of the whole public ra*e of Albestros’s daughter Cynthia and the tragic death of his son Gerald who died while being unable to save his elder sister who was tormented and toyed with in front of thousands of people and at the end, she committed suicide by biting her tongue and chocking on her own blood.
This time however, since he was carrying somebody with him under watchful gazes, Kahn used the same stealth artifact the three assassins did to cast an invisibility barrier around them in 3 meter radius. His extensions picked up the unconscious Eren and put the dead father’s body in his space ring.
He treaded carefully without making any sound using the Silence skill, one of the Archer exclusive skills which completely removed the sound of footsteps when they were doing reconnaissance.
Not long time after, he finally entered the same storage room whence he came out from by following Bartholomew. After he exited the passageway, he closed off the exit with the giant boulder.
Now it was time for the Final Deliverance.
Kahn took Eren to the same warehouse and tied him up on the chair. But this time, he wasn’t going to kill him inside this desolate place. Rather.. He had plans.
Kahn met Albestros and informed him about the final clan heir.
“Do you have them ready?” he asked the blacksmith.
“Yes.. But are you sure about this? There will be people watching it. They will definitely try to interfere.” reminded the old blacksmith.
“Don’t worry about me. Just be there on time.” spoke Kahn and took torture devices that he had asked Albestros to make, inside his space ring and left the warehouse.
At this moment, it was nearly 4 AM in the morning. Still 2 hours left till the dawn and as he expected.. More than 500 spectators were situated around the central square of Flavot city. The square where the heinous crime happened four years ago and where he was hanging the clan heirs to make a statement.
There were some spies from the other three noble clans to inform their forces in case Azrael showed up and hundreds of soldiers were hiding in various buildings.
And nearly a thousand people looking from the roofs of dozens of buildings, balconies and windows. As if they had heard a calling.. All of them were waiting for but one man to show up.
The one man who ignited the once smothered flames of rage and courage in thousands of peoples inhabiting this city who had been subjected to injustice by the dozens of nobles clans in one way or another throughout all these years.
Azrael was no longer just a vigilante or a cold-blooded murderer who killed criminals. He also became their voice..
He had become the voice of the voiceless.
In this silent square, where only the sound of cold breeze passing could be heard, a figure suddenly started walking with loud footsteps.
This figure was clad in dark grey robes and had a hood around his head.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
Every single footstep of this man could be heard by the thousands of people who were eagerly waiting for him. Even the city security forces and the noble clan spies hadn’t expected this and all they could do was hide amongst the crowd.
From behind this man, four black tendrils were carrying up Eren Volstov, the heir of the strongest clan in the city. And the main offender of that crime all those years ago.
Azrael walked on top of the platform that held a big and wide wooden pole. To those who were present in the square four years ago.. This wooden pole held significance in their memory.
This was the same platform where Gerald was tied to and later tortured to death back then.
Kahn’s metal-like extensions placed Eren who was awake but gagged now, his space ring delivered 3 pieces of equipment.
A metal rod with iron nails coming out of it. A big board with hundreds of metal spikes coming out of one end. And lastly, a bowl full of saltwater.
After he stopped at this platform, hundreds of people started coming out of these buildings and slowly, started encircling the platform as they watched the one man who had declared a war against the powerful clans was finally going to complete his promise.
At this moment, the Volstov clan didn’t even know that their clan head and one of their elders were killed and the clan heir was brought to the square. To them, these 3 people were still talking and discussing in a secure location and probably waiting for Azrael to show up.
Soon, the crowd amassed to thousands and even the security guards and the noble clan spies were afraid to go against this crowd as they had already brought their makeshift weapons such as knives, pitchforks, hammers and anything sharp they could find with them. And now were encircling and working as Azrael’s own shield.
The reason why these many people came here in the first place was because Kahn had paid the Snakekin, who usually did things for Kahn as his intel provider and news spreader and told him to spread rumors that Azrael was going to show up early in the morning in next 2 days. And he asked everyone who suffered at the ends of the nobles and the rich of the city, should come to make a final stand and bring anything that could help them fight for their beliefs.
Kahn had already resolved to finish off the clan heir soon but luckily managed to finish the job on the 3rd night. These people were waiting for him yesterday morning as well, only now did he show up.
A platoon of hundreds of soldiers suddenly came out of buildings and encircled this group of citizens that were protecting Azrael.
The man and woman in front of them were none other than Captain Nordak & Lieutenant Beatrice.
“Surrender yourself Azrael!! Any resistance and we will kill you!” shouted captain Nordak.
A majestic and domineering aura suddenly filled the entire square.. The crowd was barely affected by it but the soldiers and anyone who emitted any murderous intent towards him were frozen on the spot.
This was War Dominance at Kahn’s full capacity and during the dark when it was 3 times denser and heavy due to his title.
An ancient and ghastly voice filled the entire square and reached every corner of it.
“Four years ago.. The only thing all you security guards did was just watch when an innocent girl was rap*d right in this square in front of thousands. So just shut up and do it again. Any bold moves and I’ll forget that you’re just following orders!” commanded Azrael as his tyrannical and wrathful tone sent chills in the spines of all the soldiers. His aura was of a Peak Grandmaster Rank fighter as well. Giving them a foreboding of death if they chose to stop or attack him.
Azrael then tied up the saltwater bowl on top of the wooden pole and made a small hole in the bottom. He then put the wooden board that was made in the way to fit on the wooden pole.
He picked up Eren and stripped off all his clothes in front of over a thousand onlookers. His hands were and legs were tied with a rope and the top rope was now hung on a hanger that was coming out of the wooden pole.
“Uhhmm!” muffled Eren as his back hit the pointy metal spikes and pierced his back. Blood started leaking out and the 32 year old blonde man started jerking his body off haphazardly in pain, only to fall back on the board full of spikes again.
Azrael finally pulled the gag out of Eren’s mouth.
“Arrrrgghhhhhh!!” wailed Eren in pain and his wail full of agony filled the entire solemn square.
“You fucking commoner bastard! Do you know who you are messing wit.. Argggghjjj!!” shouted Eren in an enraged tone as he was getting pierced through again and again. His back bleeding like a river from many holes.
“My clan will fucking wipe out your families you motherfucker! Let me go!” shouted Eren again. Unlike the other clan heirs, he wasn’t begging for mercy, rather he was adamantly using his clan and their strength to curse Azrael and scare the onlookers.
“What the fuck are you doing you shitheads! Free me!!”
This clan heir still hadn’t accepted the fact that his fate was actually in the hands of the man in front of him and still thought he would be spared if he threatened people around him using the clan’s name.
Swoosh!
Before Eren could even notice.. A swift slash was made with a sharp dagger and something that was wriggling dropped on the ground.
“AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!” screamed Eren in agony and his body jerked in pain, just to get stabbed in the back again.
His very proof of being a man was cut down by Azrael in front of thousands of people who were either encircling them or watching from afar.
This was the biggest torment and humiliation he ever received in his entire life.
Dozens of curses and screams filled the entire square as even the normal citizens who just came to watch the show were gasping in shock after Azrael cut the man’s tower off.
“Do you think that’s enough for your punishment?” asked Azrael and picked up the metal rod with nails coming out of it and in front of thousands of onlookers comprised of humans, demi-humans and beastkins..
He put it inside the man’s backdoor!
A shrill cry and ear-deafening scream was heard by all the onlookers and even those who came to support Azrael felt their bodies shivering.
Azrael then grabbed the open end of the rod and started twisting it inside Eren’s rect*m.
His entire orifice started bleeding a fountain of blood. Azrael left the rod as it is as Eren’s body was being stabbed in the back and his backdoor was bleeding at the same time.
But since Eren couldn’t move his body at will, all he could do is jerk his body but fell back on the spikes again. He tried changing his side but then his gut was stabbed with the spikes.
This was no different than Eren lynching his own body with his movements.
The horrifying screams and cries of pain and agony filled the entire square.. Just the same way Cynthia once did. And now it was the turn for the man who inflicted that pain and agony upon her.
The torture carried on until Eren could no longer scream and had lost half the blood in his body.. Barely hanging onto the last thread of life.
Just like 4 years ago.. The entire square was dead silent and only filled with the pleads of someone begging for mercy and help.
The history was repeated.
The same square where Erwin, Levi, Reiner & Eren had rap*ed Cynthia back then.. Had now become the place of their death.
Eren.. Who now understood how it felt being toyed and tortured in front of thousands of people suddenly lost the light of his eyes..
Just then, his eyes landed on an elderly man under a brown cloak who was standing in the very center of the first line of citizens encircling this platform.
The man took his hood off and he finally revealed his face to Eren who had felt so much shame and agony for the first time in his life.
The old man smiled at Eren with eyes full of tears. But unlike his own, this old man’s tears were the tears of joy and fulfillment.
It was none other than Albestros who finally saw the main culprit of his children’s death suffering a fate far worse than death in the same place where the noble clan heirs once hung their dead bodies.
Finally.. His children had received the justice they deserved. And he could finally live his remaining days with peace.
To Eren however, this smile appeared as if the God of karma had finally judged his fate and meted out his punishment.
The noble clan heir could no longer suffer through this torment and bit down his own tongue with all his might. Even this pain felt far lesser than the one he was suffering through now.
Cough! Cough!
In front of thousands of onlookers.. The noble clan heir started choking on his own blood and after struggling for a minute.. He finally stopped moving. Dying in the same way Cynthia was forced to die.
“YAAARHHHH!! YESSSS!!!”
The next second as soon as his body stopped moving, the crowd released a battle cry and cheered in unison.
Those who once trampled upon the very commoners were now killed by one of them.
The majestic voice of Azrael resounded again.
“No matter which part of society you come from. No matter what standing you have in this society.. Our pride and self-respect are all we have. Never let anyone trampled upon it. Never fear to fight to protect it!” he spoke.
“From this day forth.. Azrael shall be no more. But I want you to remember.. That you don’t need someone like me to fight for you. The only person who should fight for your rights… is you!”
The grand figure of Azrael disappeared from the sight of thousands of people as his name was etched in the history of Flavot city and would be remembered for years to come. And the people of this city would forever remember..
Azrael.. the Judge, Jury & the Executioner.