Reincarnated into a Snow Griffin-Chapter 56

There is not much inside the room but it is easy to recognize it to be a bedroom, and as weird as it may be that the first and seemly only room of such a big building is the most private one, my mind is too far gone to rationalize the situation at such level anymore.

I only observe what is stretching out in front of me, the overbearing room with an intricate bed right at its center, pillars and framed works over the walls, such fancy blinding place makes me lose a few seconds only to take it all in with my hazy slow mind, so is no surprise that the last thing I notice is the person standing on the side, looking out the window.

But the view freezes me in place to stare at the creature.

Its back is turned towards me so I cannot see his face as his gaze is set beyond the landscape stretching outside past the window, the smooth light coming in to illuminate his figure, but a mare glance at his back is enough to awe me into staring, the way his arms are folded behind his back, with his shoulders straight and steady, like an unmoving mountain to be gazed at in the distance.

White complexion, white vests, white long hair cascading behind his back, very smooth looking, all so bright that almost dazzles me, making me wish to see their face, but on contrary to my wishes the person turns around, but actually goes towards the back, vest flustering, keeping his back turned towards me at all times.

Only when he stops I notice another being in the back of room, but my vision is so blurry that is hard to say if the darkness covering my eyes comes from my dizziness or from the being hidden within it.

I barely see when a hand stretches out, then a second one, black nails embracing the white pure being, and as I see a pair of red boiling eyes appear peeking from beside white figure, staring right at me over the other one’s shoulder with such great intensity that almost manages to sober me up, the creeping hands finally find their target and manage to pull the outer robe off from the white one that stayed in between us, undressing him partially, but as my eyes widen and my mind is crushed to its limits when I clearly see a pair of white big wings stretch from the snowy figure’s back.

Is that... is that supposed to be me? Then who the other scary looking one may be...?

But before my eyes can see more nor the hands reach to explore further, with a scream and a lot of pain the place in front of me seems to chatter, somewhat literally, and as my surroundings twist and change my dizziness only increases the turmoil image twisting in front of me enough to make me lose my balance and try to reach out to stabilize myself.

Only that my hand does not find anything... but actualy something reaches out and stabilizes me nonetheless.

"H-haha ha, you are definitely your father’s son young master, such a strong killing intent now, ha, haha." I can hear a scared hesitating voice sounding from somewhere at the back, pain writing in its voice and pants, but I could not focus well, much less look above to see those two, having to be satisfied with only hearing as they speak: 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

"You find it funny?" I realize one of the voices belongs to the one holding me, and even if carrying some sort of familiarity in its voice I can tell that I don’t know him just by the massive size of the hand that holds me in place gently, bringing me closer to him.

But beyond the strange person holding me with care is there increasing coldness from his killing intent that I can tell he’s trying his best not to affect me, which only makes it worse when it does nonetheless.

And as he speaks there is some sweetness in his voice that promises untold terrors that such person seems very willing to fulfill.

The type of voice only someone very familiar with inflicting pain and death can carry.

It makes me want to get away from him, from it all, and yet part of me knows that the safest place I can be is exactly where I am right now, and trying to move would be a mistake, not that I could anyway, having to use all my strength just to keep myself from throwing up.

"You think it’s funny going against me? You think this is a joke? Not only disobeying my direct orders but interfering with my plans to this point... tsk tsk, seems like someone doesn’t fear death... Just the kind I like to break."

And break him he did, for the next seconds that dragged into minutes the only thing that can be heard is the overflowing screams of the other and the one holding me merely move his other hand.

"It-It burns! It hurts! Mercy, h-have mercy! Aght!" Where the only words I could hear in between his screams, and yet no smell of burning reaches my nostrils, which only makes me dread even more what it is that may be unfolding behind me.

But I don’t get the chance to discover, and I gain no relief from that for his screams drag until I can finally hear the crispy sound of burning flesh and twist my nose at the smell of dust and ashes, but noticing my action the one holding me covers my face with his sleeve, and with glued eyelids and a bad premonition I’m left to wonder if I was just being embraced by the devil’s arms, and what plans such cold hearted creature could have with me, and as the image from the bedroom flashes in my mind I shudder in his embrace, dreading the next moments that were to follow.