Devil Slave (Satan system)-Chapter 1225: General Marian 2

Enel turned casually to Commander Marian standing nearby, his tone light and almost teasing. "So… are the werewolves planning to eat him, or is this just for show?"

Enel could already tell that this werewolf commander intended to threaten him. In order to scare him. After all, a meeting had been called and Enel was the reason for it.

She obviously wanted to teach him a lesson.

Her response was immediate and vehement. "Eat him? We’re werewolves, not savages!" She crossed her arms, glaring at him. "The cursed werewolves were once human too. That would be cannibalism."

Enel raised a brow, clearly amused by her indignation. After all, cannibalism was not new in the world, much less in Imperilment. "Fair enough. Then what exactly is the plan?"

She smirked, gesturing toward the condemned man with a flick of her hand. "We’re going to punish him. Watch closely."

The werewolves, about twenty in number, stepped forward with deliberate slowness, their predatory eyes locked on the man. She continued her explanation, her voice calm but laced with a certain dark satisfaction. "Werewolves have an innate poison in their saliva. During battle, it’s what helps us weaken and defeat our prey. But it has another purpose… discipline."

As if on cue, the first werewolf lunged forward, biting into the man’s shoulder. The action was precise—no flesh torn or devoured, only the puncture of fangs delivering the venom. One by one, the others followed, each taking a calculated bite and then stepping back to make room for the next.

The man, trembling and gasping, whimpered as the bites accumulated, each one an injection of a dark and old toxin. When the last werewolf had finished, they all retreated, forming a half-circle to observe.

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At first, the man convulsed slightly, his body jerking as though trying to resist. Then the screaming began.

The poison coursed through his veins like wildfire, igniting nerves and searing through every fiber of his being. His skin turned blotchy and red before the first horrifying transformation began. His flesh—once taut and intact—began to bubble and slide, peeling off in sticky, viscous layers like melted cheese from an overcooked lasagna. Chunks of skin dripped onto the floor, clinging briefly before collapsing into slimy puddles.

Enel watched with a morbid fascination, his lips curling into a small, almost imperceptible smile. "Interesting," he muttered under his breath, while others in the room behind him, recoiled.

The veins beneath the man’s skin became visible, straining against his muscles as if trying to escape. They pulsated grotesquely before detaching entirely, sliding out of his body like wet noodles from a boiling pot. One by one, they fell with nauseating splats onto the floor, writhing briefly before going still.

By now, the man’s screams had become wet, gurgling sounds as his lips dissolved and his tongue sloughed off like overripe fruit falling from a tree. His muscles, no longer anchored by skin or veins, began to unravel, the fibers slipping away like strands of overcooked spaghetti drenched in oil. The bones beneath, stripped bare, creaked and cracked as they settled into the growing, steaming pool of human remains.

The commander turned to Enel, her face emotionless. "This is what happens when you cross a pack. Painful, thorough, and irreversible."

Enel tilted his head, gesturing toward the quivering pile of flesh and bone. "Impressive. Though… not exactly appetizing." He chuckled, earning a glare from some of the onlookers, while others couldn’t bring themselves to look away from the horrifying display.

The last remnants of the man finally collapsed, his eyeballs popping with a faint *squelch* as the acidic toxin consumed them. All that remained was a bubbling, gelatinous mess on the floor, steam rising faintly from the remnants of his body.

One of the younger werewolves in the group staggered back, covering his mouth. "I think I’m going to be sick," he muttered, rushing for the door.

Another, older and more composed, crossed his arms and exhaled. "Discipline is discipline," he said, though his voice wavered slightly.

Enel turned back to the woman. "Well, that was… enlightening," he said, his tone light and almost dismissive. He stepped closer, peering at the remains with genuine curiosity. "You weren’t kidding about the poison. Efficient, albeit… messy."

The commander was indeed surprised by his reaction. After all, the intention was to scare him not entertain him. Regardless, her gaze was unwavering. "It serves its purpose."

Enel smirked. "I’ll admit, your methods are brutal. But effective? Absolutely." He straightened, brushing imaginary dust from his hands. "Now, shall we move on to the next item on the agenda?"

"Next item? You fool... you have still not yet realised have you?" She raised a brow at him, "this punishment is an entitlement only werewolves of the pack are privileged to. It is our code...Our rule. Outsiders are not granted such honor. Or have you not yet realised it, young Elven king, you are now a part of the pack. Lord Alpha Victor allowed you to join especially for this. At least this way, you will be able die alongside your betrayal of a stupid mother."

She smirked, "my advice... tell lord AlphaVictorthat you were mistakenwith your conclusions about the fallen angel’s words, and plead in the name of the lenny royal family that he banishes you and your mother instead, or else, this shall be your fate."

Enel heard all she said, his eyes staring into her own. She had spoken with so much conviction that one could have actually, mistaken all she said for hate. However, that gaze in her eyes, he knew I all too well.

After all, he had seen it a million times, but even more, the holy tool of Love turned Hate dwelled in him.

And Enel could not help but bloat out. "You love her, don’t you? You love my mother..."

(Author’s note: A lot of drama in this city honestly. But we try to cut it short. Also, I think I ruined some dishes for you guys with the gore distributions...)