Bring him down to her hell (2)

The prison officer's throat bobbed down in anxiety. The temptation to look back filled his mind. At the same time, the presence looming behind him gave off the blade of death lingering around his throat.

''Move one step and this little thing will pierce through the veins on your neck.''

Her words caught his glance downwards, and he sharply inhaled, noticing the glinting blade of a pocket knife an inch away from his neck.

How was this bitch with a knife?

''You wonder how I am with a knife?'' She voiced out his exact thoughts.

''Well, I think I stole this from someone.'' She mused as a thoughtful look crossing her features. ''Can't remember who though.'' While she was struggling to answer his question, the prison officer saw this moment as an opportunity to press the red button of the paralyzer on hanging on his belt.

Unfortunately for him, Chaos had been watching his every move, and she did not waste anytime into puncturing the sharp blade on his neck.

''I did warn you, didn't I?'' She shook her head with a small, regretful sigh. ''People say I'm cruel to my enemies, but I've always given those in their graves a chance to repent from their sins.'' Chaos squatted down to the struggling prison officer on the ground.

''It's sad how none have taken that chance. You're also the same, officer.'' Her dull gaze took in the sight of the red liquid streaming from his neck.

''Ha…Ha…'' The prison officer struggled to raise his hand towards his Chaos with blood gurgling out from his mouth. Whether it was for help or for another reason, Chaos blatantly watched him as though his trembling hand did not exist in her sight.

Even if the prison officer wanted to make a sound, he couldn't, as Chaos had neatly slit his neck, disabling him from making a sound. Blood pooled on the bare ground, and Chaos silently stared on as the prison officer gave off his breath with eyes wide in the pool of blood.

She closely regarded every twitchy movement of the body in silence until....

''I guess it's been a while.'' Chaos chuckled as her gaze glanced at down on her stained hands with the pocketknife.

The trembles she was feeling....the pulsating sensation in her body.....

To think killing someone after a long while would make her feel this way. The familiar rush of pleasure pumping in her blood, the thrills of excitement and fervor....feelings that reminded of her active days as Chaos, the crazy and dangerous criminal.

But…

The same as the prison officer, a large amount of blood spluttered from Chaos' mouth.

''My body is really at its limit…'' She muttered, looking not surprised at the sight of her own blood. No matter how great she had been as Chaos, it never changed that the human body had its own limit.

Utterly displeased, Chaos sat back on the bare floor and let go of the pocketknife. Although she couldn't enjoy the familiar thrills of killing someone to the very end. At least, she had gotten pleasantly entertained just before the sentence of her death.

As Chaos felt her body dropping sideways, her dull gaze caught the CCTV camera high up affixed to the wall. Its lens zoomed on the last smile that appeared on her bloody lips as she uttered her final words.

The prison officers on the other side silently watched as her lips moved without fear towards death.

''See you in my next life.''

Her world became dark after that.

*****

''The fourth young master will be the victor of the battle.''

''I heard the fourth young lady has failed at wielding a blade.''

''It is said she always faints at the sight of blood.''

''She was not successful in pre-test.''

''The fourth young lady might resemble his excellency and second young master, but she is very different from them.''

''It seems her funeral will be the first to be held among the young masters and young ladies.''

''The sixth madam is pitiable for having such a weak daughter.''

From a glass windows of the Langston main manor, maids in their black and white uniforms could be seen whispering among themselves. Each of them gathered around the windows to have a clear view of the commotion going on the battle grounds.

The day was the succession battle between the last-born children of the famed Langston family. It was a widely known event in the Amarian empire, especially to the nobility, but only people of the Langston family were permitted to attend such a gruesome event. No one, not even the maiden families of the Grand duke's six wives, could attend the event despite their marital relations to the Langston family as in-laws.

This has been the ancestral tradition of the Langston family since the founding Grand duke. Though many hearts bore displeasure against the Grand duke for not breaking the horrid tradition, they still did not have the guts to even pass the border of the Langston Grand-duchy. And so, how one would get the news of winners from several successions battles would be through rumors going around in the empire.

As one would have expected, the people present on the battle grounds were the elegant and beautiful six wives of the Grand duke each with their unique charms and demeanor, the eight children from the grand duke, and finally, the extinguished Grand duke of the Langston Grand duchy with the head butler of the main manor.

The members of the Langston family sat in their designated seat with their gazes fixed on the battle grounds below them. In there, two children of the grand duke in their respective training clothes stood out facing each other.

Well….one of the children, a boy, was standing with the demeanor of a champion, while the other child, a girl was collapsed on the ground barely showing any signs of life.

The boy stood with folded arms and a victorious smirk. His demeanor exuded a sense of arrogance and superiority, as if he had accomplished everything in life.

'The Langston family has no place for the weak.' He snorted with haughtiness as he walked towards the body on the ground.

As he was narrowing the distance, there was a conversation going between the six wives of the grand duke.

''It seems to be the victory of the fourth young master.'' A woman in the most luxurious gown out of all the six wives turned away from the scene and her amethyst eyes fell on the women right by her side. Though her gaze was focused on the woman seated before the last wife of the Grand duke. ''Congratulations, Fifth sister.''

''Thank you, your excellency.'' The woman referred as fifth sister returned with a beaming smile. Her pale green eyes twinkled in delight, and her demeanor of pride was spilling out of control, resembling that of the boy below.

The woman referred as your excellency was the first wife of the grand duke, the grand duchess. Disdain flickered in her eyes as she observed the woman's rosy cheeks flushed with success, as if that was the end of it all when it was just beginning.

'My Eegan can easily deal with your bastard son.' She snorted in her heart and faced the battle scene of the fourth young master and unconscious fourth young lady. 'I admit the fourth young master has potential, but it is best if he's deal with before growing into a threat for Eegan's position as the grand duke's heir.' The grand duchess calculated all this in her mind with a perfect elegant smile on her lips.

The other wives followed her action and congratulated the fifth wife of the Grand duke. Once again, the arrogance of the woman was spilling out of control. Her imaginary peacock's tail was high up in the sky and the sight was an eyesore to all the wives of the Grand duke apart from one wife.

The sixth wife.

She was the wife with the least outstanding appearance among the other wives of the grand duke. She was also considered the least threat by the other wives. Most of all, the sixth wife was the quiet and calm one out of all of them. Her warm brown eyes watched the small body still on the ground with a sense of disappointment fleeting across her features.

 'The child was useless.' She thought with calm eyes. There was no ripple in her emotions, as if the opponent of the boy was not her child.

''Sixth sister, there's no need to be sad. His excellency will definitely comfort you.''

Other wives could tell that the words of the fifth wife were mockery. The grand duke comforting one of them as their husband? None of the wives thought that was possible.

''…..'' The sixth wife did not move her gaze to the side. Her gaze remained forward, as if she heard nothing.

Though annoyed that someone lower than her status ignored her, the fifth wife still reigned her displeasure and moved her gaze back to her dear son. She thought there was no need for her to poke the sixth wife since the fourth young lady was now out of the succession battle.

However…..

At certain times, too much arrogance was not good unless one might shoot themselves in the foot.

And that exactly happened to the fifth wife as everyone watching battle watched how the 'dead' child struggled to get up on fours with a low groan.