Torment

Alistair moved closer,

And suddenly his right mechanical arm swoops down like a kingfisher and lifts the man high up, his metal hand choking the man.

The surrounding prisoners or slaves watched in horror, the children were huddling close to each other and weeping while the adults either watched like deers in the headlights or, simply looking down at the ground to avoid seeing such a thing.

"Repeat what you said," Alistair said again, smile fading away as he narrows his eyes. His metallic fingers channeled Netheric Energy upto the man's throat, causing him to cry out in pain from the immense heat and pain the Nether caused.

"D.." The man croaked, struggling like a fish out of water. His eyes were red and twitching from the pain as his lungs felt like they'd explode.

"Yes?" Alistair said calmly, tilting his head slightly to the right and raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, and look at me when I talk to you." He said calmly, rolling his eyes. He reached out with his other mechanical arm and grapped the man's hair and pulled his hair down so he'd be looking at Alistair.

"Better," Alistair smiled faintly, one of pure sadistic pleasure.

"Now, tell me what you said." He said again, sending another wave of Netheric Energy over the man's throat.

The man cried out again, lashing out and kicking Alistair with his dangling feet and hitting Alistair's mechanical arms with his hands hard enough for his hands to almost break.

"Tsk, such insolence." Alistair sighed, shaking his head.

"You're not even worthy of a quick death." Alistair said as he channeled his Netheric Energy through the man's body, slowly..

His skin burned, veins appearing against the skin, turning black and red. The man's eyes rolled up in pain, black and red cracks spread throughout the man's body as he cried out in agony,

One minute.. His head lashed around..

Two minutes.. He couldn't move any part of his body except the eyes and speak, "Pl-"

His words fell on deaf ears.

Three minutes.. His crying and ineligible speach had died out, replaced by the gurgling of his blood in his own throat as bits of flesh gurgled out with blood from his mouth and hit Alistair's mechanical arm.

Alistair tossed the corpse away like a ragdoll, swiftly tearing away a piece of cloth from the man's body so to wipe the filth off his mechanical hand.

The soldiers quickly carried th corpse away and tossed it into another makeshift grave, not covering this one.

"That's what happens," He says calmly, turning away and heading back to the ruined building where he once again went to the second floor and sat there.

"Hm, dishing out justice?" Voxxe said through the comms, voice calm and collected.

"These people just give me a headache sometimes, why must they always want violence when I'm merciful?" Alistair said calmly, chuckle and smiling, clearly unaffected by the death of the man though, at this point he's practically a weapon and as you know, he likes his job.

"Yes, they're stupid. Ungrateful even." Voxxe said calmly, sighing softly and slowly afterwards. "Truly ungrateful bastards." He added.

The sobs of the prisoners had subsided by now, replaced by sniffling.

"Oh, and also, when will I be returning?" Alistair asjed calmly, dangling his feet off the ledge of the building.

The soliders resumed their talking in the distance though,it was more formal now.

"Tomorrow morning if everything goes well and according to plan." Voxxe said, voice more thoughtful.

The moonlight casted long shadows across the land, illuminating the bloodied ruins of Winstet.

"You sound skeptical." Alistair said, perhaps catching point on.

"That's because I am, we've received reports of more Rebel movements." Voxxe broke the news, sighing.

Alistair chuckled, "Hm, more bloodshed. Wonderful!" He said..Not sarcastically. He clapped his hands, chuckling.

"Oh you.." Voxxe sighed before also breaking off into chuckling.

Then, Voxxe sighed and Alistair's chuckling had turned into humming.

"Well, we've detected movement approximately 75 Kilometres away from Winstet." Voxxe said, voice more professional.

"I see, any nearby allied forces?"

Voxxe remained silent for a split second longer than usual, "Yes,"

He paused again, unlikely for him, though it was only for a split second.

"Lord Deone Valiste of House Wythrain." He finally said.

"Ah, Deone." Alistair said, humming approvingly. The defence overseer is a person who is responsible for checking Alistair's job and thus, decides praises or, punishments for him. Upto now, Alistair's work is nothing but perfect despite his tendency of overkill or, collateral damage.

"He's out here to fully secure the surrounding areas in a 600 KM radius. He would've probably told you to join him. He's now around 50 KMs away from Winstet and is rapidly approaching in a Listret Lis-27 VTOL."