Please please before reading this chapter read the warning this chapter has gore, torture, and death if you are not comfortable with brutal torture and don't proceed.

Zavian was forced to sit on a chair before cold water was thrown at him.

He was forcefully tied to the chair before the Duke, and the empress walked into the cell

Zavian's blood ran cold once he saw them. "you killed my brother."

The Duke smiled coldly,"no, he died because of you."

Zavian struggled against the chair and tried to get off but couldn't, and the Duke continued, "if only he didn't care so much about you he wouldn't have had such a tragic end and see even his body is being fed to the dogs, I used to beat him so much but he still wouldn't give up on you.

I even killed the person he loved and still, he didn't let any harm come to you. What a pity."

My heart ached as I listened to all these things, "why are you doing this to me !!!WHY??"

"Because you killed the woman, I loved the most," the Duke said," even before you were born I had told her to abort you since you were always the reason she was sick, but she chose to give you birth even after knowing that you are a disaster"

Empress spoke next, "today we shall put you to some good use. A person like you who is favored by the goddess will become something which will benefit the Empire."

A chill ran down Zavian's spine as he heard her, "what is that supposed to mean?"

Duke raised a hand forward and patted Zavian's head before saying, "my dear son, we will convert you into a holy object, an object so powerful that can bring someone back from death."

Empress spoke next," an object so strong that you can conquer the world with its help."

"And in order for that to happen you have to willingly give up your life," a third voice which belonged to the Saintess echoed in the room," thus every day in this cell will be the day worse than death for you."

Duke smiled,"and it will continue till you beg for death. Your soul shall be used to create the object"

"While your bones" empress said, "will become a good weapon."

Zavian's heart was beating very fast as he heard the bone-chilling words of these people. He struggled to get out of the chains, but it was of no use

Duke picked up a dagger while the empress and Saintess watched, even the knight Elijah whose wrist was missing joined, "Now we will begin"

And soon the prison was filled with painful screams of Zavian as one by one his fingernails were ripped off then his fingers were broken before being cut off and fed to him.

Zavian cried, yelled, and begged, but no one stopped. They only laughed, he was constantly beaten by the whips so much that his skin also started to come off.

That was the first day of torture, he wasn't given any proper food after that he was only given rotten food as he was forced to sit in the same place for hours without any sunlight.

The next few days went the same way repeated torture, and pain slowly made him go mad.

Today the empress, who was in a bad mood, yelled,"just beg and die don't you get that?" She then picked up a bit dagger and stabbed Zavian's one eye with it making him yell with pain.

Every drop of blood he shed was collected and wasn't allowed to go to waste while he sat in that same dirty place for days.

Even the guards would sometimes make fun of him or beat him.

Currently, he was in immense pain sitting in that same darkroom with the voice of his breathing audible and nothing else, his one eye was gone and his fingers were cut off as well.

His legs were broken and he couldn't feel them anymore. His stomach ached and he felt hungry and thirsty.

Maybe he should give up.

Just when he was thinking like that, he heard the door open and fast footsteps approached him, he couldn't see who it was but he knew they were here to torture him, that was until he felt that chains cut and a clothe wrapped around his dirty, wounded body and he was lifted up delicately in someone's arms.

He heard soft sobbing noises as well before a familiar smell invaded his nose, "Your highness?"

"Be quiet."

"You will get into trouble if you save me."

"Shut up worry about yourself more idiot." Yug's voice was shivering.

"I apologize. I am dirty and smell horrible. You will get dirty like this."

Zavian heard a sniffling voice before a weak shivering voice spoke, "I am sorry, I couldn't come fast."

"It's okay since you are here now."

No one said anything after that Yug helped Zavian to sit on his horse, and Yug drove the horse as fast as he could.

"You know Zavian, I don't wish to rule this empire of blind people anymore."

"I wish to ruin this empire, and all these people who in the name of being innocent, are free to curse and kill anyone."

Zavian didn't say anything, he just nodded. Yug's warmth gave him comfort but that didn't last anymore since they were soon attacked by other people.

Yug's horse was shot first, and they both fell to the ground. Yug quickly picked up Zavian and tried to run towards the forest but a group of civilians stopped them.

"SEE THAT THE SON OF A TRAITOR IS HELPING A TRAITOR!!!"the yelled.

"THEY SHOULD BE KILLED KILL THEM"

Yug and Zavian were surrounded. Yug attacked a few people and didn't care whether they lived or died and ran towards the forest until he was shot with an arrow in the foot.

The two fell to the ground after that Yug couldn't walk anymore so he took out his dagger and gave it to Zavian." I am pretty sure you don't want to go back there, and you are not safe in this kingdom anymore.

So take this knife and free yourself because I can't do it"

Yug smiled and looked at Zavian, who was slowly looking back at him and crying tears of blood," I am sorry your highness because of me you..."

Yug didn't say anything he just hugged Zavian, "I am glad to have a friend like you Zavian, I wish we could spend some more time together. I wanted to know more about you but I couldn't. I hope you end up somewhere good, Zavian.

Goodbye."

With that Yug ran towards the crowd of so-called 'innocents' beforehand was captured by them and beaten to pulp with sticks rods and everything the crowd could grab before oil was poured on him.

He gave Zavian one last smile and Zavian cried and cried as he watched the third prince being burned to his death.

When he saw people coming toward him, Zavian aligned the dagger in his heart before pushing it all the way into his chest.

"Hail goddess Ankh..."

Those were his last words before his body went limp.