Chapter 5 Anger

• Yurich
• A child without love, a man without morals, and a life based on carnage is in this diabolical friend in which I am always being shaped, when something good or beautiful appears I have a perverse taste in touching. Unlike Midas does not become gleaming like gold but distorts into ashes heaped at my feet, destroying any goodness is easy, breaking beauty is as natural as dawn.
• Your innocent eyes cry out for the wickedness I carry with me, so why would you deny it?
• I analyze every trace of the beautiful face the dark threads falling so perfectly, a princess being poisoned by the belief of protection to the kind of heart. My little nymph sighs between the bed sheets. I inspire the delicate perfume completely obsessed with the vision of an unreachable paradise for a demon but at my fingertips, I would not let it escape.
• After I left that room I was quick to organize everything to get out of the hospital as soon as possible, a war was brewing within my territory, and standing on a stretcher besides being dangerous would just be the excuse for a coward, something I am not. It’s amazing how I feel this need to check on her, the bruise on her lips and the purple mark on her arm will be a good warning to the traitor who imagines to have weakened me and to the fools who believe they can touch the devil’s Aphrodite.
• I put the small hand back to the side of his body and leave from inside my suite, Dobriev leaning against the wall lifts his gaze understanding very well what I want, and sits quietly following me through the corridors of the mansion until we reach the room. Next to the fireplace are the five soldiers, their looks mixed between respect and fear quickly drift to the floor.
• Perversity is an old known rising through the veins and inflaming the soul in need of blood, the devil is in the details and it is in them that the smell of incompetence attracts the worst.
• "A single order". - I break the silence by analyzing them. - "Bring the doctor".
• I can feel the way hesitation builds up for the negative you must keep in your mouth to get out of here alive. My left arm releases a pigarro making the men raise their eyes, the tattoos running under the suits and in Gryan with the tattoos covering the head wirelessly.
• "What happened, Gryan? "- I resolve to question him.
• His green eyes quickly find me, without fear, without hesitation and this is a point in favor of man.
• "We acted as instructed, at the exact time she left the hospital and followed her down the deserted street." - He pauses wetting his lips, pondering the words.- "The problem was her".
• I raise my brow as I listen to Nureyev’s laugh, my brother wearing only a regatta displaying the stars on his shoulders with all the pride and impetus.
• "Tell us Gryan, what kind of problems a woman with a few pounds overweight, may have caused to trained men in the harshest winter".
• My hands closed automatically with fury at the incompetence of men, I felt the taste of blood in my mouth without even realizing that I was closing my teeth in the tongue by being aware that the son of a bitch laid eyes on my Aphrodite is a challenge to little sanity that I use to keep at the moment without killing everyone. I find her questioning look the insanity inside the irises identical to mine, moving quickly in the orbits stopping just to notice the damage done, making the macabre smile take over the entire face.
• "To say she resisted is an understatement".
• "Should I believe that my men are not well trained?" - I cut the answer.
• I watched with delight as they swallowed hard.
• "Which one of you caused that bruise on her forehead?".
• I decided to change the course of the conversation and bring things to a field in which I could handle better, the punishments for those guilty of her injuries. Four of them took steps back before my voice was more guttural than usual leaving only one of the soldiers responsible for collecting money, I felt the lip pulled when I noticed the purple color just below the eyes making it clear that I took more than one hit.
• "Your name" is what it is.
• "Anatoli, my lord".
• "Sounds like an Italian name to me, was that the way your mother found to disrespect the organization?".
• I did not wait for him to answer the question of my counselor, I advanced making the man bend with a knee in the abdomen, raising the left hand, and forcing the neck down. The sound of the bone breaking was like a song to my ears, the fury blinding every logical thought, I pulled the blade stuck in the belt and a quick motion reached a point in the abdomen that would not kill him but would hurt a lot in the coming days.
• I lifted the body wishing to cut more, when it incites the worst of a man's need to be ready to receive all the perversity of hell, I watch carefully the others turning the bloody blade between the fingers.
• "Which one of you pulled her by the arm?"
• This time Gryan holds the man pushing him forward with another who I recognize to be one of the soldiers of the headquarters of the organization. My brother’s psychotic laugh isn’t even annoying when I’m about to get more blood spilled on the living room rug.
• "Put his hand on the table"
• They quickly obey as the idiot trembles asking for some mercy. I don’t know that word. I feel the smile forming on my lips as I see her fingers arranged on the small glass table. With the same knife, I pull the nail from the smaller finger, then cut it into three pieces making the man vomit on the floor. Not satisfied I cut the second finger smiling openly as I listened to his cries and cries.
• But it’s another cry that catches my attention, I look up and find her eyes fixed on my heinous act, terrified I can feel how perplexed she is imagining being inside a nightmare.
• His irregular breathing exposed all fear as he stepped back, measuring the distance between the entrance to the room and the entrance door to the house. I give her a firm look, the worst thing she can do at the moment is run from me, but that’s exactly what she does and that’s what makes the beast boast about wanting to play with the prey. Lyana still does not understand, but her fate was condemned the moment I entered that hospital, when she decided to talk to me only hit the last nail in the coffin itself. She’s destined to be mine no matter what.