NOVEL WEB ~9~
Marco started to cough violently as she started to wake up. As she tried to open her eyes, she was surrounded by darkness. She tried her best not to panic and remember her training. She couldn't believe she had let her emotions get the best of her. She is usually calm and collected. But watching her best friend getting killed like that would send anybody off the deep end.
Still... There were many situations that Marco has dealt with as a Daemon Knight where she has indeed kept her cool.
It was a complete loss since she could see in the dark, thanks to acquiring such abilities through her dark arts. It appeared that she was in a cobblestone prison.
The walls were weak as screams echoed throughout the prison. It would drive anybody insane. She hoped they didn't take anybody else, but that was a moot point. Seeing the bloodstains that have been stained, possibly over the weeks and months of others being captive here, told the story that she wasn't going to make it out of here alive.
Marco could break out, but what good would that do? She would only get so far and cause much trouble for many captive others. She couldn't be selfish, and she lay in wait.
Marco still wore her clothing, so she discovered she had recently been in captivity. But walking in feeling herself in the darkness with no boots.
At least they should have kept my boots, she thought.
Her accommodations in that prison would be short-lived as her captors unlocked the prison and stormed in with flashlights. There were two of them, and they grabbed her by each arm as they dragged her out of prison.
Being dragged through the hallway, she could see the carnage in the corner of her eye as many women were brutally raped by many men and women alike. In one instance, she saw a younger man being tortured similarly, but he was operated on without anesthetic or anesthesia. Macabre enough, someone was taking notes and video footage of the operation.
“Jealous?” One of the captors whispers to her.
This was a piss poor attempt to scare her as she thought of it as homework. Who knows? Maybe she might do the same thing to everyone responsible. Or even worse.
But it would have to wait; she must know who the demon meat market's warden is. According to her research, the Third Revelation gave the term 'demon meat market' for places that kidnap, torture, sexually assault and kill nephalems. Every demon meat market is operated over the dark web and funded by the wealthy.
It was no surprise that when she entered the Grand Hall, she saw the Holy Mother sitting on her throne, wearing her death mask of Dante Alighieri, wearing a white and yellow robe, symbolizing her as an active God.
She was flanked by four other individuals dressed in robes as well. Marco pretended to be dazed and confused as she took a good look at them from afar. She recognized all of them by their mugshots: Father Raphael and Father Brutus were sitting at Holy Mother’s left while Lord Caliber and Lady Firefly were sitting at her right.
Father Raphael is an androgynous-looking boy who is fancily dressed. He had blueish-purple eyes and long purple hair in a long-braided ponytail. Beautiful beyond all compare, he states that his hair ornaments seem like something a princess would wear. Father Raphael is strikingly handsome and purposefully dresses "like a girl" because he likes cute things.
Father Brutus is a colossal, statue-like man described as a "black giant" due to his massive muscular size. He gives the impression of a monster, instantly marked as the Berserker of the Third Revelation. But underneath it all lies a cold and calculative killer who was indeed a one-man army.
Lady Firefly pretty much dresses up as her favorite anime character. Particularly, she dresses up as her favorite pocket monster called "Gardevoir.” She even has a headpiece covering her whole head and face to make her look like that character.
Lord Caliber is a dignified man with golden hair standing up like a blazing flame. His face is described as handsome, and his eyes, crimson like blood, are visibly not those of a human and give off a mysterious radiance that makes people wither. He is known to have several red tattoos on his body that are usually hidden underneath his robe and act as enhancements for his magic.
All four of them are crazy as hell. Sexual sadists, serial killers, master manipulators... But not as crazy as the Holy Mother, who, at this point, remained a mystery. Decisions, decisions... Who am I going to break first? Marco thought.