Vile Evil Hides Under The Veil

A few days later.

Shaai Sena decided to visit her newlywed husband, who hadn't left the prison cell since entering to interrogate the spies.

It seemed as if he had married her solely for access to the spies, which kinda bothered her even though she wouldn't admit it.

After completing all the formalities and submitting the covenant of marriage to the coven by himself, he essentially locked himself up with the spies.

Initially, Shaai felt freed from Eren's control over her.

Living with him felt like living life on the edge. He was unpredictable, mysterious, and frightening—often all three at the same time. And this was when she was senior to him in terms of the Ranking Status. She couldn't imagine how terrifying he would be if and when he entered the S-Rank.

However, perhaps due to the synergistic effects of the covenant of marriage between their souls, Shaai felt connected to Jolly and, by extension, to Eren. She started to appreciate the air of mystery around him.

After Eren isolated himself from the spies, Shaai missed the feeling of living on the edge. So, she decided to meet him during his "work hours" like a good and caring wife.

Steps. Steps. Steps.

Shaai's footsteps reverberated in the corridor as she walked, her hips swaying in a mesmerizing manner. She had decked herself in a nice ensemble, not too revealing yet not too modest. Sensing Eren's presence in the deeper part of the prison, she strolled, curious to see the progress he had made within a few days.

"Aaaaaaargh! You… You sick fuck… I already told you I want to talk. Why…. aaargh…. Why aren't you letting me?"

Shaai froze in her tracks upon hearing a distant voice from a prisoner in a pained tone, making her believe that Eren was prioritizing torture methods over obtaining the truth.

'Hmph! This guy… I thought he wanted to interrogate the spies. Is he just playing with them? This… it just feels as if a big bad cat is playing with the captured mice?'

Shaai frowned but resumed her walk, intrigued by the methods Eren had employed to make them so desperate to talk.

As an S-Ranked entity and a grand elder witch from a demonic coven, she didn't believe there was anything she couldn't handle inside the prison.

'Ugh! What is this smell,' Shaai scrunched her nose in disgust when a putrid odor assaulted her nostrils.

Shaai turned her head to look at the prison cell beside her.

Lost in her own thoughts, she had walked past several cells without checking the condition of the prisoners inside. However, upon reflection, she realized that the behavior of the prisoners this time when she visited them was indeed odd.

Typically, these prisoners would scream, jeer, taunt, or plead for release. They would respond to her presence with verbal warnings, sounds from their shackles, or frustration expressed by hitting the iron bars.

Surprisingly, the prisoners remained quiet as she walked past them. Intrigued, she decided to extend her Spirit Sense and move closer to the prison cell emitting the putrid stench to understand what had occurred inside.

Incidentally, she checked on the first spy Eren had interrogated – Zameer Jaishan, the A-Ranked body cultivator who had been proud of his "uncrackable" physique under any duress the coven elders had put him under before Eren's arrival.

"This… What in the—" Shaai mumbled to herself as she observed the barely alive and hideously injured Zameer Jaishan.

She saw that genetically modified Skarvenstalker flies had invaded Zameer Jaishan's burly and muscular physique, using it as their breeding grounds.

His pro-testosterone, mana-rich muscles had become ideal nourishment for the demon flies, allowing them to establish a colony inside his body.

The flies flew in and out of Zameer's body through various mini pores and sizable holes. These holes resembled beehive nests scattered all over Zameer's body.

His body leaked pus, organic acid, and other bodily fluids through these pores in an attempt to resist the foreign invasion.

However, the flies, influenced by Eren's demonic control, paid no heed to Zameer's resistance, overwhelming his A-Ranked physique with numerical advantage and rapid breeding.

The flies kept on dying inside his body to make way for their new generation, which was more adapted than its predecessors to tackle the mana resistance erected by Zameer's body.

The sounds of flies buzzing filled the prison cell, and the smell of pus and other bodily fluids emanating from Zameer's seven orifices and countless beehive-like holes made it even more difficult for anyone to look at him.

In her lifetime, Shaai had seen countless corpses dissected in various forms.

She had observed them decompose, exuding a foul smell and painting a very grim picture of the fallen Practitioners' fate when they were bested by their foes.

Whether the Practitioners were from the divine or demonic side, the treatment of death they received was all the same. One could say that she had come to understand the inevitability of death in a Practitioner's life.

However, what she saw in front of her at this point made her take a few steps back in horror and disgust. She hadn't seen a more repulsive image of a dying Practitioner than she was witnessing now.

In some corner of her heart, she even felt pity for Zameer, having endured so much trauma.

"I… I am ready to talk. Again. Ask…. Just ask me what you want to know. Please… Please make it stop."

Zameer tried to speak to Shaai after sensing her presence, pleading with her to free him from his misery.

His right cheek had been riddled with beehive-like holes, and even his left eye socket housed a bunch of flies.

When he spoke, his voice sounded unnatural because even his vocal cords had been attacked by the demonic flies from the inside out. He wouldn't have survived this brutal torture method Eren had unleashed on him if he weren't an A-Ranked body cultivator.

Or perhaps… the reason Eren had put Zameer through such a form of torture was because he believed that the latter could endure it.