Reborn To Be The Imperial Consort [BL]-Chapter 81: Thalassotélos — XVII

Warning: Semi-graphic torture (not really much), mild gore (if at all), minorrr character death

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How fucking infuriating.

The ten-tailed fox raised his head, chin tilted up as he looked at the male with his eyes narrowed. The burning hatred in his eyes, the scathing fury, the animalistic urge to wrap his hand around the dragon’s neck and just snap it.

All of it condensed into one single emotion.

Cold, chilling anger.

"Not even going to stand to greet me?" He asked coldly, blood like crimson eyes flashing with an underlying feral light in them. "Or have you forgotten everything you did to me, dragon?"

The said dragon moved, shifting on his marvelous throne as he looked down at the ten-tailed fox in his eyes, the cold contempt in them unhidden.

"How could I forget whatever I have done to you and whatever you have done for me?" He smiled wryly, showing no fear in face of the ten-tailed fox’s cold fury. "Life is unfair, is it not, fox?"

He had the audacity to smirk.

The ten-tailed fox spirit saw red. His hands clenched on his sides, the strength of his hold so much that his knuckles turned white and blue veins rose all over his hands.

"No remorse, no guilt and no shame." He commented coldly, a short humourless laugh leaving his lips. "This is what you are and I’ll make sure this is how you die."

Without warning, the ten-tailed fox’s hands moved and before the clan leader of dragons could react, the ceiling of the place collapsed, turning to cinders as a large ball of flames came barrelling in, ramming on him right where he sat.

The ten-tailed fox sneered, crimson eyes narrowing as he flicked his hand as flames materialised in his hand, the pyre swiftly taking the shape of a great sword.

He lunged forward, leaping into the air as the fire in his hand extinguished to give way to a sword made of metals instead.

He slashed down, Qi poured into the attack as it cut through the air and crashed into the dragon.

The dragon moved in the blink of an eye, parrying the attack as he grinned at the ten-tailed fox.

"Ah, I don’t recall you being so hostile to me, Bai—"

"Shut up." The ten-tailed fox snarled, swinging his sword at him, the attack landed on the dragon’s chest, knocking him back as blood spurted out. "Do not take my name with your filthy tongue of serpent, dragon!"

The dragon pulled himself out of the debris he’d been knocked into, an amused and mocking smile on his lips. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

"You’re still angry at me, fox."

The ten-tailed fox refused to respond as he jumped towards him, instantly bridging the distance between them as he threw out a kick at him.

The dragon caught his leg and smiled as he threw him away.

"Enough. You cannot kill me."

The ten-tailed fox spun in the air, landing on his feet as he used the great sword as a support, on his knees as he raised his head and gave the dragon a smirk.

"Oh, but I can."

The dragon felt a chill crawl down his spine as he moved. But it was too late.

From behind him, the clone of the ten-tailed fox had long since stabbed him through the heart, the blade passing to his front as he looked down, stiffly.

The ten-tailed fox laughed, viciously twisting the sword as he plunged it deeper the wet squelch of his flesh being torn loud as he watched, blood dripping down the metal.

"Ah." He said, blinking in surprise as he raised his head once more. "You got me, Bai H—"

The fallen fox deity strode to him, seizing him by the face as he sneered, long amber hair curtaining his face.

"Shut your mouth."

His grip tightened as he pulled the dragon’s jaw down while his clone broke the latter’s hands. With a sickening crack, he broke the dragon’s jaw and then put his hand into his mouth, his fingers digging.

The claws fingers explored his mouth as he held the wet muscle with a disgusted look on his face before pulling it out, followed by a stream of warm blood that stained his hand.

The dragon choked, face pale with pain as he struggled against the merciless claws.

The ten-tailed fox’s face twisted into a dark smirk as he looked down at him. "I’m not even going to eat this tongue of yours. There is too much honey laced venom on it." He crooned, tossing away the torn out and blood tongue as he rubbed his cheek, smearing the blood on it as he hummed, hand sliding down. "Nor your heart. There’s malice greater than mine in it. You’re not even worth feasting on."

The dragon struggled futilely against him, craning his neck back and away from his touch, all the pride, the nonchalance and the arrogance gone, turned to dust.

"What happened?" The ten-tailed fox asked, bringing his own face closer as he looked down at him, eyes hooded as he caressed his slack jaw. "Does my touch disgust you so much? Have you forgotten the times you did the same, touching, teasing. Using me?"

The dragon — unlike himself — whimpered at his words, shaking his head desperately.

"Good."

The fallen fox deity pulled back, eyes filled with contempt as he snorted coldly, fingers clawing down to his chest as he dug his fingers into the dragon’s chest and clenched them, an audible crunch sounding from his movements.

The dragon screamed, wordlessly.

The fallen deity smiled widely, his claws digging deeper through the hard muscles as he hummed cheerful until his fingers reached the beating muscle.

His heart.

With a smile, his gaze flickered to the dragon, silently contemplating his next course of action as he pulled his hand out.

"You deserve worse, a quick death is mercy on you. And I don’t know mercy."

Instead, he slammed his hand on the dragon’s head, clenching his fingers around his skull as he dug into his scalp, his hand engulfed in flames.

The same flames that travelled downwards, burning a road through the dragon’s body until the entirely of him was up in flames.

Taking a step back as fatigue set in, the ten-tailed fox raised his hand to his face, smearing the blood on his visage as he let out a groan of satisfaction.

"What is mercy?"