Devils Own ( A Steam Punk and Mystic Tale ) 1.9

1.9.

Kassius felt the punch of the tormentor into his left ribs. He had already suffered fracture ribs there, and the tormentor knew it. He had been tortured while his toes were barely touching the flooring with his body hung like a meat lump. They had been torturing him for days while in the night they leave him to curse at the next sunrise. And each day, Lord Tannen would sit there and watch the beatings. His right wrist was a stump; the doctor had declared that they could not do anything for his hand.

On that day, he had marched into the torture cell with every intention of killing the assassin, but there was one other there. Lord Tannen was to speak when the other one hushed him up. The hooded one and Lord Tanned walked out together.

“So who is that?” Kassius mumbled through his bloodied lips. He had not seen anyone beside the Lord and the tormentors. One of his training was to know who was seen in the scene as they could all matter in the task.

“Your concern would be who you would meet in Hell?” The tormentor was dramatic with his reply and then enforced it with a blow on the chest with the club.

“Aargh!” Kassius screamed out. His masters had told him to scream out when in pain, as it would release the chemical in his body to ease the pain.

“Scream on, Assassin.” The torturer smiled at his handiwork. He had been doing it for some years then, and his victims all either confessed or die for failing to do it. The torturer was swing the club when he heard the shout.

“He will die!” The voice of Lord Tannen was heard in the back ground. Kassius peeked through his swollen eye lids and the saw the Lord arguing with the other hooded one in a red long tunic.

“The assassin must not die.” The hooded one spoke out. “His fate would be the choice of the Elders. You cannot kill him.”

“I begged forgiveness, Lord …..” Lord Tannen held back his voice from identifying the hooded one. He bowed to the hooded one. “But he had removed my right hand. I demand compensation.”

“You would be paid.” The hooded man and then he turned to walk away. He stopped and then spoke out. “Do not try the wrath of the Ancient One. I would suggest you imprisoned him and make sure he is fed. The Ancient One would let you know when he is ready.”

With that Kassius was dragged to the hole in the ground. He was thrown in there, and fed but Lord Tannen was ever vengeful. He had the assassin fed with small predators like wild cats or serpents. The assassin would fight for his food. The masters told him that when imprisoned, they were to stay nourished. During his training he was taught to feed on anything edible from roots to the insects or anything that the body can feed on. There was one other thing he was taught; “the body yield nourishment and also the tools for your escape.”

He fed on the flesh and kept the bones. Or anything that he could use.