Malicious Delight

How was Damian able to adapt in this messy world so fast? How was he able to see his stepmother getting fucked? Because he was a voyeur? Because he had a cuck fetish?

No. It was because he had already seen many shits. He had gone through many shits in his eighteen years of life back on Earth. One of the feelings and experiences he loathed the most was the feeling of powerlessness.

Now a young man of his same age was making him feel this. His whole body started to tremble as he struggled to move, his bright orange eyes glaring at this bastard.

"Oh?" Tim raised his eyebrows and clenched his fists, waving it in front of Damian as if a signal of the incoming punch. But before he could do that, the door behind him opened, and a voice entered the room. "What the hell is going on?"

It was Jack. He had noticed an unusual aura inside the room. Something magical. So he came to check in. When he saw Damian, his face changed. He stepped forward but then noticed the stiffness in Damian's body.

Then to his surprise, Tim growled, "Fuck!" and ran like his life was dependent on it, jumping outside the window. Jack could have stopped him but he was a bit confused.

Carefully observing Damian's state, he let out a curse. "Fuck, why am so idiotic?!"

A mana circle appeared on his forehead. It was similar to that of Tim's but more complete and detailed. He tapped at Damian's forehead. As he did, Damian could move again.

Damian clenched his fists tightly and cried out in an urgent voice, "Jack, stop that despicable bastard Tim! He may harm Isabella!"

Before Jack could fully comprehend Damian's words, a piercing scream of horror echoed through the hall, shattering the air. "What the fuck?!"

Damian's heart raced as he swiftly dashed outside, his eyes widening in sheer terror at the scene unfolding before him.

Tim stood there, his face twisted with a maniacal grin, his hand transformed into a deadly claw piercing through Isabella's body.

Isabella's face contorted with shock and agony, blood gushing from her mouth as her body convulsed uncontrollably.

Tim withdrew his hand from her stomach, causing a gruesome spray of blood to splatter the surroundings. Isabella slumped to the ground, her frail form immersed in a pool of crimson, her body trembling in spasms.

Damian looked at the scene with wide eyes, his body stiff in terror… of something unknown trying to consume him whole. The fear of losing himself as he slowly looked at Tim's face. He roared in a guttural voice.

Even louder was the anger filled growl of the man beside him. "Tim, what the hell did you do?!"

Even before others could react, Jack rushed towards the proud looking Tim. He punched on his chest sending him flying away with blood spurting out of his mouth. With a bang the wall exploded and Tim's condition was unknown.

Jack turned to the men and said, "Don't let Jacob escape and go fetch that bastard." His face flushed red in fury.

Jacob, Tim's father shouted. "Jack please it's…" But was cut short by the men around him.

Jack ordered. "Quickly call my wife and tell her it's an emergency."

The men nodded and quickly moved.

Jack then turned to Isabella and bent down beside her. He muttered, "I am sorry Isabella. It's because of my stupid slow brain." A glow appeared on his hand as he slowly pressed on her open wound. He softly said, "Just hang on a little more. My wife will soon arrive and save you."

Ignoring the sticky blood that stained his clothes and body, Damian slowly knelt beside Isabella. Her once vibrant blue eyes met his, her trembling hand reaching out to touch his face.

Without a word, Damian lowered himself, allowing her touch to brush against his face before her hand fell limply.

Staring at Isabella's face, Damian's eyes filled with a vacant emptiness. In that moment, he saw the aged visage of his grandmother, lying in the same way. It was the way she had left the world, a gaping hole in her stomach, her hand desperately reaching out to him.

Isabella, too, met the same fate? Just like that?

A spasm coursed through Damian's body, his eyes rolling back before he collapsed, ****..

Meanwhile, in the depths of an obscure darkness, an ominous presence stirred. It paused, a chilling orange eye gradually opening, revealing the gaze of a malevolent demon.

"Hehehe. Finally, I can awaken," the voice of evil whispered with malicious delight.