This torture chamber exists deep within the king's castle. Making him suffer by burning Invictus' wife and daughter was not enough for the king. He wants to punish the miserable Invictus even more by slowly killing him in the process of starvation and mental stress.
When the quite long chanting was done, Damian and Corazon firmly held Invictus, even though the man lost all the strength to struggle and fight back.
Seeing his wife and daughter burned to ashes right before his eyes took away his will to carry on with his life. In his mind, he was already a dead man, waiting for everything to just come to an end.
"This will only sting for a bit, Invictus."
Human magic cores are located inside their right chest, acting as their second heart, so once the magic heart is destroyed, the worst possible outcome of this is death. It is a common occurrence for those that lost their magic cores, however, there were cases where others became crippled until it has become a practice in human society serving as severe punishment.
Vinyl's magic-sharpened hand pierced through Invictus' flesh to his ribcage, which led to having his magic core split in half, and the hand went
through his back.
Invictus felt a surge of excruciating pain, his whole body was trembling, and an excessive amount of blood began pouring out of his ears, nose, mouth, and even his eyes. He was losing so much blood and was in extreme agony, yelling his pain as the cleric among the group consistently heals him to prevent severe blood loss.
The reason why Vinyl coated his hand with magic particles was to prevent Invictus' death. Because once the magic core is destroyed, all of that person's mana inside their body will slowly disintegrate.
Therefore, prevention of the person's death will be attained once mana is transferred to the body to maintain the decomposition of cells that require mana.
However, it does not restore one's magic core or let the person use magic after it's done. Mana will only remain inside to sustain the magic-dependent cells.
"Uwah!"
Forcefully, Vinyl pulled out his hand, and the crippling process was done. Invictus lost consciousness afterward, and they threw him in the carriage whilst the four members of the group remained to clean and destroy the house given to Invictus as a gift.
"We will see you guys in the inn we are staying at."
"Yeah..."
The carriage parted, and a huge fire started engulfing the flower fields, the garden, and the whole house after being set aflame.
Being a few meters away from the burning house, they could feel the heat wave coming their way. They set up a barrier resistant to fire and stood there as they watched the whole place turn to ashes.
Through the dark alleys of the capital trotted the horse as fast as it could. Its hooves stamp loudly on the bricked path, resonating with each other as the people inside the carriage silently look after the unconscious Invictus.
"The king was right. None of this was Invictus' fault. The one he should
blame was his own bloodline and for encountering Uria."
The only female, Cleoantra, comes from the unique race of human ants.
With the characteristics of the tiny hardworking species, Cleoantra,
possessed the abilities of an ant with her exoskeleton and sheer strength.
However, she clearly does not have that many limbs, for she is normal in that specific feature. The only appearance she adopted from her race was the antennae protruding on her head like two cute long ahoges twitching whenever she sensed changes in emotions.
Not so long after that, they reached the king's castle. They were dropped off at the huge metal doors guarded by knights and in the watchtower.
The guards were told beforehand to let Cleoantra and the others inside the castle, so they easily entered, and headed straight to where The Oubliette was located underneath the castle.
Upon reaching the trap door leading down to the dungeon where Invictus will be thrown and will be forced to spend his life as he gradually dies, Cleoantra and the other three catch a whiff of the sickening smell coming from the depths of The Oubliette.
The smell was horrendously nasty. A mixture of dead carcasses and human waste resides at the bottom of the said torture chamber.
"Look at him," Cleoantra pointed out the tears coming out of Invictus' shut eyes, "he must be dreaming about his family."
They did not feel any remorse towards Uria and Austria. They have seen worse than that, and witnessing countless cruelties in the past made them immune to feeling any kind of pity or empathy towards people.
"For some reason, I feel like what we did will surely haunt us in the future."
"Huh? Don't be stupid!"
"Stop arguing, you two. Let's just finish this already and meet with the others."
Cleoantra opened the trap door leading to the place where Invictus will spend his days in agony and starvation whilst slowly perishing away.
As they were preparing to throw him down on The Oubliette, Invictus regained consciousness.
"Hmm?"
"Good thing you woke up, Invictus," said Cleoantra with her tweaking the man's hair, raising his face up whilst lying on his stomach. "It is just about the time we say our farewells to each other. We had a great time fighting alongside you. Really, we enjoyed that. You were just foolish enough to think that the moments we shared together brought us closer to each other, which was not true. It was all in your mind. Even if we are on the same page, a part of you, your bloodline, separates us from each other. That's why we couldn't be friends. Sorry, not sorry."
And so, Invictus was left inside The Oubliette to rot away and be forgotten forever... However, he will rise from the deepest pit of hell and take everything back from the people who trampled and ruined all that he achieved.
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Invictus woke up, standing inside The Oubliette with his legs aching and wet from all the waste thrown down.On his feet, he could feel hard objects around him as he tried to stand still. His legs were starting to feel numb and the disgust in his skin was knee-deep. He could not even climb up his way to the trap door nor bend his knees to sit down."I've heard of this dungeon before. This is where the king put the people he despises the most. He would let them suffer both mentally and physically as one won't be able to sleep as they please or even sit down.What I could feel on my feet must be the remains of those that rot away."The smell was so strongly vile. It stays inside his nostrils. Inhaling through his nose has this slightly painful sensation as though he was breathing specks of dust.And if he tries to breathe through his mouth, the smell would be stuck in his throat, and he will end up coughing virulently.No matter how accustomed one is to this kind of foul smell, the fact
"A-Austria? Is that you?"Wherever he turns his head, all he could see was darkness. Darkness extended further than how far his eyes could see."My baby, where are you?"Invictus' lower half was submerged in the dark matter he was standing in. He won't barge no matter how much he struggled. Crawling his way out was futile too."I'm right here," Austria exclaimed in the dark void."Where? I can't see you! Please, please take my hand if you can see me. Please, my baby, please!"If Invictus has to cut his arm off and hold it with another just to reach longer than he can actually do, he would do it without hesitation just to hold his daughter once more.Tears began flowing down his face and thousands of emotions flooded his mind and heart when he felt Austria's tiny fingers hold his."Oh, my baby, will you hold me? Please, I beg of you."But that was how as far as the strange encounter goes. He had woken up when the king's servants dumped another liquid waste in The Oubliette, raising the
Invictus felt a sting on his arm. With the help of the faint light coming from the torch above him, he saw the marks of his teeth on his skin. He mistakenly took a bite of himself, thinking it was a chunk of meaty beef.Moreover, he noticed that his hands were wet. When he took a quick look at his hands, there was dirt and it felt greasy."Did I—?!"Immediately, his stomach began aching excruciatingly. He was hallucinating and he had unconsciously drunk the liquid waste. Right now, Invictus was suffering from abdominal cramps as he was excessively gagging."I need to throw up!"Grievous as it might feel, Invictus had no choice but to release everything that he had unconsciously consumed while hallucinating.Eventually, after roughly poking his throat with his middle finger to force himself to spew all of that waste he drank, Invictus vomited not just the liquid waste but also accompanied by blood.His body was deteriorating and his condition just got worse than it already is.Whilst h
In the middle of Invictus' hallucinations, came upon him another strange scenario. He had met with the goddess of space and time as they stayed afloat across planets and stars.His first thought about the scenario was him having hallucinations again. He tried biting himself, but he did not wake up. Invictus just felt pain, an excruciating one since he bit himself as hard as he could."If you are real and not some made-up image of my mind, how come you didn't meet me inside The Oubliette?"Invictus knows what he was asking the goddess and still goes on with the dumb and annoying question."I'm sure you're aware of your current situation inside that waste dump, right? It's too gross in there. Also, I am claustrophobic."Their conversation continued for several minutes until the goddess herself became bored of the chitty chattering."Ahh, how boring!" She suddenly snickered, interrupting Invictus' storytelling."It was you that wanted me to tell you a story. It's not my problem that it w
A sudden stream of torturing emotions flooded his mind. His heart feels all that sharp pain pricking his chest every time he is admonished for his mistakes.All he could do now is regret putting his trust in the people that neveraccepted him and his bloodline."Sorry, sorry, sorry! Hal, sorry... Forgive me! You must know how much I wanted to help both of you! So, please... Please forgive me!""If you are really sorry, you will leave this hellish place. You would do anything you can to attain vengeance for us!"Her voice was getting louder and rougher as the conversation went on. Uria's mental strike on Invictus, all the indirect blaming, and passive-aggressive remarks were slowly breaking him into pieces.This is what Invictus gets for punishing himself. His mind was actually playing tricks on him while he suffered a mental breakdown from being unable to do anything.Right now, he was experiencing the second stage of starvation. A person's liver metabolizes fatty acids into ketone bo
An oubliette (from French meaning to forget) or bottle dungeon is a basement room that is accessible only from a hatch or hole (an angstloch) in a high ceiling. Victims in oubliettes were often left to starve and dehydrate to death, making the practice akin to—and some say an actual variety of—immurement. (Wikipedia)And it has been two weeks ever since Invictus was thrown into the said bottle dungeon to die and be forgotten. It has also been a week since Invictus received partial immortality from the goddess of time and space.So far, after Invictus made up his mind and decided to eat his own flesh just to survive the death pulling him down to the ground. He was clinging to a tiny single strand of life that is keeping him alive.At first, Invictus did not like the taste of his own flesh, for it tasted horrible after chewing on the gristly meat a few times and then swallowing it down, forcing his throat to push down his own part.As horrible and sickening as it may seem, Invictus clun
And to Aeriel's utter shock when she had a closer look at Invictus' legs. It was pitch black, drenched in greasy liquid."Lord Invictus, oh my-! What have they done to you?"Invictus was still sinisterly laughing whilst Aeriel was freaking out for her life at the condition her lord was in. Worriedly, she brought out a spare of clothes she had in a small bag."I don't have a pair of boots for you to wear, Lord Invictus. But, I have some clothes here."His lower half was dark, and his upper body was in its worst possible condition. Varicose veins were way past their worst state, but Invictus' joints impossibly didn't lock themselves."Wahaha... Thank you, Aeriel," Invictus said all of a sudden after hysterically laughing for a few minutes. "Of all the people I know, I did not expect you to risk your life just to free me. Thanks to you, I am given the chance to take everything that they have!"From guffawing, teary-eyed to emitting such a terrifying bloodlust with a serious expression on
On the bed was the viscount, wearing only his robe with his back leaning on the board. A wide offensively disgusting grin formed on his face upon laying his eyes on Aeriel."I'll take my leave now, sire. If you—""Yes, yes, yes. Just go away already and close the door." He shooed his advisor away as he jumped out of the king-size bed.The advisor bowed his head before going away, thus leaving the viscount and Aeriel alone in the room.Terror clouded her head, showing it in her face, which the viscount loves to see."Look at you, Aeriel. Even though you are always out there in the fields, bathing under the sunlight, hands full of callouses, have little food to eat,your beauty never fades away."The viscount knelt on one knee, picking up her not-so-soft hand, andbegan pecking on it with his ass-like lips."Don't touch me, you pig!"Aeriel pulled her hand back and kicked the viscount right on his crotch."Owww!!!"How quick his hands clutch on his groin after getting kicked. Theviscou