CHAPTER 49

In an Abandoned Location.

Three men were in chairs tied up.

One of them had half his face broken with holes. His bones and his eyeballs could be seen ultimately. Stones were lodged into some parts of his bones, giving him immense pain.

Another with Dark Hair was mumbling for forgiveness again and again.

The last one could be seen staring at the Man in front of them. There was only hatred in his eyes.

Andrew stood in front of Yellow, Adrian, and Damon. Void Manifested around him as his rage grew to no end.

He looked at Adrian first as if the man had completely lost it. He was gone.

Andrew held his sword, placed it under Adrian's chin, and lifted it.

Regret, Sadness, Despair. He could see all these emotions fluctuating. With his mumbling, 'Sorry,' 'Forgive me,' 'I want to live,' and 'I will not do this,' Andrew knew that even if he let him live, Adrian would remain the same. With a swift motion, Adrian was decapitated.

Andrew was not going to show mercy to a man like Adrian. With how many families he ruined with his skills in Networking, Hacking, and Security, and how he emptied the Bank Accounts of people. How he took a moment of satisfaction with the power he had in his hands when he did what he did.

"Vortex…" (A/N: The Actual Ability is Vortex, not Devour… the only reason he said Devour the last time was because of his state and how he wanted to Devour everything in front of him.)

Yellow and Damon watched in horror as a Vortex of Black Mist appeared over Adrian's body and ruptured it into nothingness.

[Reflexes has increased to the Next Tier.]

The Vortex disappeared as Adrian's entire body disappeared.

Yellow, screaming in pain, stopped as he saw his fate would be the same.

Fear rose in Damon's eyes as well when he witnessed this.

Andrew did not want to use Void Resurrect on any one of them. He only used it on Jacob to know how it works.

"Yellow, Claudius Alexander, the Vice Director of CIA," A document came to Andrew's hand.

"Born on April 4th, 1959, Graduated from Cambridge University, Recruited into CIA for his exceptional Skills in Management, Organization, and Strategies. 91.34% of Success Rate calculated from all your missions… Youngest to become the Director of Operations… from there began your covert operations… The list of how many you have done that I hold itself will end everything you have built for yourself… You used your position and covert operations, which made you get the position of Vice Director of the Entire CIA in 5 years… You have been gunning to get the position of Director of CIA and become the Secretary of Defense under the President himself…"

"I wondered how you achieved all this, and then I began digging even more about these Covert Missions after what you made me and my team do in the mission… Drug Trafficking, Money Laundering, Intelligence Espionage, Killing fellow CIA Agents and the list keeps going… To get power in your hands, you did so many unforgivable things…"

Andrew took his tablet from his inventory.

He opened a mail and showed it to Yellow. Yellow's eyes widened as he saw the content of the mail. The attachments, the mail body, and the ones it is being sent to.

It was as if Lava was poured over him as he began sweating continuously. Andrew saw the tears forming under the eyeballs and falling through his broken jaw.

Unquestionable despair appeared on his face. Everything he had done was in the mail, along with the proofs as attachments.

"Ahh… Ee…"

He tried to speak, but all that came was pain.

Andrew hovered his hands on the send button. Yellow struggled to get free, but all he could manage was lose the balance of the chair and fall to the floor. Andrew pressed Send.

"Soon, we can see your story being talked about everywhere. People will lose faith, but that should happen as well. They have been living under the fact that everything is good and you guys keep peace… People see you guys as White and all the others as Black. This will open their eyes that what they see is not what they see… With your power, how many lives have you ruined… People will start their rallies for your end… Everyone will hunt you… But what nobody knows is that you will be dead… Your Family will always be haunted by what you did… You could say they never did anything wrong. The same was for mine, yet they are now buried under the ground… You did not let my family live, but I am letting yours, and yours will live in fear every day for the mistakes you made and for the horror you have brought upon them… They will hate you, curse you, and wish you will soon be found and be hanged for what you did as well…"

Every word of Andrew struck Yellow's Soul. The emotions he felt now would not be close to the combination of the lives he ruined.

Andrew watched Yellow and patiently waited. He would not be a Samaritan and let him live and pay for his crimes. He would not be a hero and let the villain live and atone.

'If I let him live, he will not find ways to atone for what he did. He will find ways to make me feel pain and despair… That's who he is…'

Jacob appeared behind Yellow.

"My Lord, it is ready," he bowed.

"Take him…" Andrew said.

Jacob lifted the chair that Yellow was in effortlessly. Andrew turned to Damon, who was looking at him with horror.

One thing Andrew knew was Damon's love to keep an image. Andrew, before coming here, wanted to kill Damon, but now Andrew wanted to see Damon's Image destroyed.

"Come, Damon, You have some time…" Andrew uttered coldly as he lifted Damon from the chair and threw him to the ground.

Damon's face was plastered to the ground. He tried to get up, but a hand on his back did not allow him to.

Andrew dragged Damon's body through the ground.

Damon groaned in pain as the mud and small stones on the ground pierced his face and neck.

Jacob, on the other hand, set Yellow in a position.

Andrew was in the distance, along with Damon under his foot.

He lifted Damon to see what was about to happen to Yellow.

Jacob went ahead a brought something.

He was holding a burning pot via a tool handler made explicitly for it.

Steam could be seen continuously coming from the pot.

Damon's eyes widened as Jacob slightly tilted the pot toward Yellow's left shoulder.

It was red-hot-burning liquid steel.

Jacob began pouring a bit of it onto Yellow's left shoulder.

A gruesome scene occurred as Yellow's left Shoulder felt the searing pain.

"AHHHHH!!" Pain assaulted him. He felt his shoulder being turned to a crisp. A roasted scent surrounded the air.

The Burning liquid flowed through his back and his left hand. Yellow was shaking uncontrollably in pain and screaming to let him go.

His voice was hoarse, and finding out what he was saying was difficult.

Jacob went in front of Yellow.

"I have always wanted to do this to you, Yellow. You ordered me as if I was your tool. But now, My Lord has granted me the chance to end your life. For that, I am eternally grateful."

There was a small quantity of the remaining steel liquid.

Jacob forcibly held Yellow's face. Yellow, who knew what was about to happen, closed his destroyed mouth.

"Are you an idiot?" He questioned as the whole right side of his face was of holes, and his right jaw could be seen clearly. Jacob was right in asking him, as Yellow had already lost his rationality because of his pain.

Jacob pointed the pot to the right side of his face. He saw the despair in Yellow's eyes as he poured the remaining steel liquid onto his holes and jaw.

Yellow could not even scream as the liquid burnt his skin, and as it poured through the holes and his jaw, he felt his teeth burnt to a crisp, his jaw becoming a liquid. As the liquid began going through his throat, he felt the worse pain ever. His food pipe burnt, and the liquid burnt every single part of his internal body as it flowed through. A redness began forming in his stomach, and soon the outside of his stomach melted.

Damon watched everything in horror.

He saw Yellow's whole body, inside and out, being burnt and destroyed.

And eventually, within the next seconds, he saw the life of Yellow leaving. Yellow died.

"Time of Death, 3:45 AM"

A/N: 1481 Words.

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