Howls and wails of pain filled the basement bedroom, indicating the excruciating pain a certain elven elder was going through right now- courtesy of Jack. He had even been kind enough to quickly set up a small formation that drew the surrounding mana to heighten the recovery rate and capabilities of whoever happened to find themselves within it. Unfortunately for the current occupant however, it seemed that said formation served as more of a curse than a boon. Funny that- Jack mused.

  The dance of a fist smashing into aged, yet still plump flesh, and near constant wails was interrupted ten or so minutes later, when Nivi finally came over. She had finished healing the unconscious elven boy who was still deep asleep, though no longer heavily drugged and abused.

  "Patched him up good I see." Jack spoke as he glanced at the sleeping boy.

  "Mhm. Cleaned his system from all those nasty drugs as well." Nivi nodded her head and added, anger and hatred even greater than before flaring in her eyes.

  "I've tenderized the bastard for you a bit. Do you want some special extra tools or are you good with that you already have on hand?"

  "I am good." Nivi replied, a slight uncertainty in her voice.

  'It's clear she hates him. Both for her own fate and the suffering this, and who knows how many other boys have experienced at the bastards hands. But her nature is not that of a monster. That's why she awoke as a healer.' Jack mused in his mind, ready to take over at any moment. He had gone through too many a life and death situations when he passed through the abyss, and as such he had lost his humanity along the way. It's hard to care about morals and stuff when everything and anything wants to eat, kill, torture, or even rape you. And in no set order either.

  Nivi pulled out a small, yet nasty looking dagger. It had a dark red handle, wrapped in a relatively smooth to the touch leather, ensuring the grip would be strong but at the same time pleasant to hold for extended periods of time. Its blade was jagged, seemingly made from heavily abused fang of a ridiculously large predator. It shone sickly green as well, as though warning all those facing it that even the slightest scratch could be lethal.

  In truth, it was far from reality. The dagger was indeed dangerous, but not quite in the same manner as it's heavily poisoned looks suggested. There was a status effect it would inflict with each would, though poison was not it. many would argue that is was likely worse though. Each cut sent a jolt of pain through your nervous system, resulting in an exaggerated reaction to even the slightest of scratches. Then, it also amplified ones sensitivity a notch as well, stacking each time another cut was made. Receive enough cuts and eventually even a simple breath on your skin by another human would feel like a kick to the chest that almost caves it in, stealing your breath and sending a jolt of pain through your mind.

  With unsteady steps Nivi walked forward and, with just as unsure a hand, she delivered the first cut to the bastard before her whos wails had begun to lessen. The cut itself was not all that deep, or anywhere near a vital artery, but the reaction was, nevertheless, instant and seemingly exaggerated. A squeal like wail escaped the old elven lord's mouth, even as his body spasmed, and contracted. Nivi retreated a couple of steps right that instant as one of her hands shot to cover her own face. Clearly, she was not cut out for this kind of cruelty. Even to those that deserved it. It was no wonder, at least in Jack's mind, that she had fallen into the trap her sister had set up for her. The world was almost never kind to those with gentle souls.

  Jack stepped up to Nivi and placed one hand on her shoulder, providing her with a steady wall to lean against. With the other hand he for the ominous dagger still in Niv's hands, and gently took it from her.

  "You are still angry and you still hate him, right?" he asked in a calm and steady voice.

  "Mhm." she jerked her head in affirmative.

  "And yet, you don't have it in you to went that pain, anger and hatred, do you?"

  Nivi weakly shook her head, a few tears spilling from her eyes at the despicable truth. She was getting angry with herself now too. It was so close- the chance to rid herself from even a sliver of the weight pushing down on her heart, and she couldn't take that last step.

  "Don't cry girl." Jack spoke up, moving the hand on her shoulder to the top of her head, gently patting her. "You are mine now. My maid for ever more. What kind of a master would I be if I did not take care of my own people. Don't look at what is about to happen either. Just listen and call out to me when you feel this bastard has suffered enough for what his role in your tragedy was."

  It was clear from his tone there was no compassion, or pitty within for the old, detestable elf. For the briefest of moments, Nivi even felt like there was a hint of enjoyment in Jack's voice. The desire to punish a scum such as the old elf. She still did as told, her body turning away from the first target of her revenge as the few tears that had gathered at the corners of her eyes rolled over her cheeks. Not the tears of mercy, but tears of self loathing. She was too weak. Too gentle still to execute her revenge with her own hands.

  "I told you Nivi. You are my maid forever more. And that gentle nature of yours if no inconvenience either. Stay as you are and let me take care of the bloody and cruel parts."

  "Mhm." Nivi jerked her head up and down, her back still turned towards Jack and the old elf who was still wheezing in pain from Nivi's first and only cut. More tears slowly crept to her eyes and slid down her cheeks. This time however, these were tears of happiness. In misfortune, she might have just met the greatest luck she could have ever dreamed of. Perhaps even beyond that.

  "Well. sucks to be you old man." Jack chuckled as he squatted before the still writhing and wheezing old elf. "Though let's be honest. You deserve everything that coming your way. Worse even, but hey, we only have so much time to spend on you."

  With the words delivered, Jack swung the dagger once, its blade biting relatively deep into the thigh of the old elf, restarting the suffering of the bastard. Wails and wheezes permeated the room, filling it with air of pain and suffering. Then, Jack's hand blurred for but a fleeting moment once again, delivering another slice, and then another one to the appendages of the old elf, drawing out more wails of pain, each hoarser and more desperate than the last.

  In less than three minutes, the old elf fainted, his mind fried from the overload of the pain that he was experiencing.

  "That was weak. Then again, I suppose I should not expect much from them. They are leading easy life here within their hidden city, and worse yet, none of them are second awakening either." Jack hummed as he looked at the crumpled and unconscious form of the old elf, laying in a puddle of his own blood and piss.

  "Feeling better Nivi?" Jack turned to his maid who was also looking at him at the same time and then nodding to his question. "Let's set up the stage then, shall we? We have a few more sacrifices to visit today." Jack added, performing a small yet sharp air slash with the dagger and disposing of any blood that might still linger on it. Then, Jack stored the dagger into one of his spatial storage tools and began transforming the bedroom into something from a nightmare.

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  He touched one of the walls and began to bend it to his will, his aspect of creation and destruction working in unison to remodel said wall. In mere moments it transformed into a half melted rubble, with dark lines criss crossing along its surface, creating a bit of an ominous feeling- as though some dark creature had melted it down and residual power had been left behind. It would dissipate relatively quickly, though it would stay long enough for enough elves to see it. Elves, who in turn would then spread the word of what they witnessed all across the city.

  Once done with one wall, Jack proceeded to do the same to another, creating an illusion that the creature had come in half phased and overshot before realizing the mistake and then turning back. Then, around the collapsed nody of the old efl more similar marks were made, indicating a struggle- a short and ultimately meaningless one, but a struggle regardless. And to add the finishing touches, the floor beneath the old elf seemingly came alive, raising the body of the unconscious bastard and impaling him, finally ending his life and leaving the body seemingly displayed like the sinner he was.

  "Not bad. Not bad at all." Jack nodded his head as he observed the result of his work, pleased with the overall result. Dark, ominous and clearly made by a powerful entity, with quite the twisted mind and desire for suffering.

  "Let's go then." Jack reached out and pulled Nivi to his side, his wings unfurling and preparing to take off. His stealth spell was activated next, cloaking their forms from all those who might notice them, replaced by the same, sinister appearance Nivi had been seen by the attendees of last night's ball. Then, Jack invoked the power of destruction, infusing a middle level spell, though also slightly modified, named Flame Construct: snake form- a spell that shaped flames into the desired form that then acted independently based on the casters orders- to melt through the ceiling and allow them to reach surface in next to no time whatsoever.The result was a rather spacious tunnel leading from the hidden basement all the way to the surface, exiting the ground just outside the property of the old elven scum. And thanks to Jack infusing the spell with his destruction attribute, said tunnel also seemed affected by dark and ominous powers.

  The sight on the surface was one to behold as Jack's flame serpent surfaced, seemingly devouring earth and jumping into the air as black, ominous flame sparks fell off of it's body as it ascended further, though luckily all flared out and disappeared mere moments later, never reaching any other, likely flammable object. The flame serpent itself also flared with a dark flash of light once when it was almost ten meters above ground and then, in a mere moment dissipated, leaving nothing but the whole it had dug behind.

  Obviously, such commotion quickly drew attention- both of the ordinary citizens finding themselves nearby as they were running their tasks or errands, and the law enforcement arm of the city. Thankfully, the average elven citizen, even the servants and the like, were just smart enough to stay at a distance and observe with interest. Unlike their human counterpart of whom a decent number would have thought otherwise and sneaked closer. Who knew, there might just be something shiny and not nailed to the ground to nab and then scurry away with it.

  Thank fuck for the elven conservatism, as just mere moments later, Nivi's disguised, monserified form shot upwards into the sky, seemingly disappearing into a quickly forming black vortex that did not last for long after the monster had crossed through. Long enough for the arriving city guard to notice however. And, true to their task, the guards descended into the tunnel soon after arrival. They did send one of their numbers to request backup however. Nobody knew if within the tunnel more surprises- ones that were alive and hostile as well- awaited.

  Jack and Nivi did not linger around to gather more information and how what they left behind would be perceived. They would hear all about it as they traveled from their next target to the one after that, or from the third to the fourth. Or if not all the previous ones, then they would no doubt hear about their activity when they finally returned to Nivi's familial home. Or through whispers within the mansion at the latest. They would make no less flash exits every time they left after all.

  And so they did. Under the veil of Jack's stealth spell, they safely and easily reached their second target's home- chosen by sheer proximity to elder Mesterions mansion. Unlike Mesterion however, this elder did not seem to have any, particularly vile pastime hobbies, leaving Jack at a bit of a loss. Nivi deserved to vent her anger, but just like Jack, she too was a bit at a loss. Mesterion had to be punished severely, both for what he had sentenced Nivi to- innocent as she was- and for the atrocities that the bastard had also perpetrated for who knows how long. This elven lord was less sinful.

  Still, a bit of a punishment was in order, and one that was still lethal in the end. That did open a different avenue of action for the duo however. Since they did not need an extended period of time to dish out well deserved round or two of righteous torture, they could make the execution more public. And so they did. They had to wait a bit for their second target- an elven lord whose name Jack just could not be bother to remember- to place himself in a position with quite a few eyes on him. Then, they sprung into action.

  Just like in the party, the first sight on Dark Nivi's arrival was announced with the black, swirling portal, out of which the entity 'wearing' Nivi's flesh slid through. With a savage, sinister smile on her face, she locked her black eyes on the elven lord, slowly raising her clawed hand and waving with her fingers quite coquettishly. It did not look as such from the side. The clawed fingers wiggling with ease were more a nightmare fuel than anything even remotely sensual.

  "Remember her?" the same, grating voice filled the room Dark Nivi and the elven lord, and their spectators of course, found themselves in as she pointed her other hand at her own flesh, acting like a trained and professional actress of modern times- it was one of several skills Nivi was taught extensively so she could please her future master.

  "It's fine" she dragged the word out" even if you do not. She did. Hi hi hi hi."Dark Nivi spread her arms wide, the dark claws elongating as she did so. Or so it seemed to all those observing from the side.

  Then, without much more fanfare, she darted towards the elven lord, who despite being caught of guard and clearly flustered, still managed to respond. In a desperate attempt, the elf raised his hands and mumbled a quick incantation, launching a half cooked spell towards the Dark Nivi. She was too fast for it to hand however, and with a quick and seemingly elegant sidestep she avoided it and then closed the remaining distance in another few moments.

  Her 'claws' pierced the elven lords body, causing the man to cough up blood. He had clearly suffered a grievous injury.

  "Enjoy your last few moments. Hi hi hi." Dark Nivi giggled as she theatrically withdrew her claws, allowing the elven lord to collapse to the ground, blood spilling from the holes left behind.

  "At least you can console yourself that your end, and this is your end, will be less excruciatingly painful than that, that Thing Meste-whatever."

  The Dark Nivi then giggled once more, sharply shaking her hands to the sides as to clean her claws from the blood still clinging to them. Then, she bounced and a short moment later she passed through the the swirling, dark portal and disappeared from the room, followed by the portal closing.

  The servants stood there, shocked as they stared at the place where the creature had just disappeared from, only shaken awake by a weak gasp from their lord and master. They quickly rushed over to his side then, with those that had any healing capabilities doing everything they could to stop the bleeding. Those that could do nothing rushed away in search of proper healers. The servants would not be able to keep the elven lord alive for long after all, and no way in hell could they actually heal such heavy injury.

  What none of them knew however, was that as Dark Nivi had said, the elven lords death was ensured. Those 'claws' that observers saw piercing said lord were laced with poison that, while not all that painful in regards to sheer pain, was particularly resistant against healing. The elven lord himself however, quickly realized that particular truth, and as the understanding of his imminent death dawned on him, he did the one thing any proper lord should. He called forth his steward and quickly delivered his last orders, as well as naming the successor of his family. He died some ten minutes after Dark Nivi had departed, with most of his more important affairs handed down. The successor named and with a regret of the numerous things he had likely done wrong nagging him in his last moments. If only he had been smarter, and chosen correctly.

  Jack Raja(?)

  Age- 27

  Species- human(?)

  Level- 50

  Class- Greater twin aspect of Creation and Destruction(Ex)

  Stats unassigned: +14

  Attributes:

  Strength- 39 (14+12+13(gear))

  Vitality- 38 (12+18+8(gear))

  Dexterity- 34 (15+11+8(gear))

  Intelligence-30(15+10+5(gear)

  Spirit- Spirit- 35 (20+15)

  Skills- Wisdom of Creation and destruction(EX), Choice of the creator(EX), Eyes of procurer(EX), Matter storage(EX+), Arukain language(C), Spark of inspiration(EX+), Origin of matter(EX+), Unbound by laws of the lessers(EX+), The end made manifest(EX+). Destroyers presence(unique legendary), It's all the same, really.(EX), Domain of Destruction(EX).

  Spells- Whatever the heck he needs.

  Titles(unlocked): The real Monster, Big Game Hunter, The brilliant rookie, The insane Solo. Monster debugger.The actor. Executioner. Survivor. Pioneer, Record breaker.The new champion supreme. Slavemaster, Eldritch garbage disposal(legendary).

  Gear: Two handed sword(t3)+ 5 str +5 vit: Armor 3str +3 vit +3 dex; Ring 1 - spatial storage, ring 2 +5int, ring 3 +5 str; amulet +5 dex.