The Grand Duke's Son Is A Heretic-Chapter 29 - :The Pleasure House

Kael then threw the corpse to the man beside him.

Kael looked at Gare, who was waiting outside. Gare was supposed to inform him if anything strange happened.

"Sir, what should I do with the corpse?" Gare asked.

Kael glanced at him and waved his hand. "Drag it down and get rid of it. And listen—if something weird happens, light fireworks."

Gare nodded but hesitated. "Sir, there might be a strong guy inside."

Kael paused for a moment, then smirked. "Maybe. But no one's stronger than me."

With that, Kael walked toward the huge mansion. It looked dark from the outside, but inside, it was bursting with colors. It was a secret brothel, run by some disgusting bastard who used people like playthings. Kael had come to tear it all down.

As he approached, he saw a large dump filled with rotting garbage.

A man sat beside it, eating something behind which masses of things were getting the brunt.

Kael's spine tingled. Something felt wrong.

"What are you dumping here?" Kael asked.

The man, too lost in his meal, answered without thinking. "The corpses of girls and boys who can't work anymore."

Kael's eyes widened.

The man turned around, only to see a figure dressed in black, watching him.

Kael's gaze dropped to the food in the man's hands.

His pupils shrank.

A roasted finger.

Human flesh or it might be animal flesh still Kael's entire body tensed. His teeth clenched so hard they might break. His eyes turned blood-red.

The man barely had time to react before Kael whispered something that froze his soul.

"Fucker like you should be burned alive."

Kael's boot slammed into the man's chest. The impact sent him flying straight into the incinerator.

BOOM! CRACKLE!

The flames roared as the man's body ignited. He tried to get up but a foot slammed onto the man's body shoving it deep into the mass of burning logs.

"Die!"

"NOOKOOO!"

"KGHRHHHHH!"

Loud, horrible, agonizing screams echoed one after another.

But Kael stood still, watching the bastard burn. His face was expressionless, his cold, grey eyes locked onto the dying man.

The air reeked of burnt flesh.

Kael chuckled.

"Hehehe... Haha... Hah!"

A laugh escaped his lips—mad, twisted, and completely unhinged.

"Just because I joke around... just because I smile... the world thinks I'm soft."

His face twitched as he grinned.

"What a pain in the ass."

His whitish eyes glowed like a demon's.

Kael turned and grabbed an axe lying nearby.

BANG!

With one powerful kick, the old wooden doors of the mansion shattered.

The music stopped.

The dancing stopped.

The gambling of chips went haywire and a few drunk snapped out of the drunkness hearing the thundering boom.

Men sat at tables, drinking, drooling over barely-dressed women. The air was thick with smoke, sweat, and alcohol.

Kael's nose wrinkled.

The whole hall froze.

Kael then stepped inside with slow footsteps that created more tension.

"What a place to gather?"

"Sick ass likes it but.."

"Filthy place," he muttered.

His eyes scanned the room, looking for his target.

Then he found it.

At the back of the stage.

Kael walked forward, ignoring the drunk men yelling around him.

"Oi! Who stopped the music?"

"Why aren't the girls dancing?"

"Haven't we paid enough?"

Too drunk to realize what was happening. Ignoring them, Kael kept walking.

A rough hand grabbed his shoulder. A foul stench of smoke and booze hit his face.

"Who the fuck are you?" the man growled, blowing smoke into Kael's face.

Kael turned his head slightly.

Before the man could say another word—

SLAP!

A brutal slap sent the drunk flying. He spun in the air before crashing onto a table.

"You fucker..."

"Do you know who we are?"

The man scrambled and ran towards Kael who grabbed his axe and swung it from another wide.

BANG!

It bashed on the heads of men who groaned in pain and we were set flying by Kael's kick.

Kael didn't even glance at him.

He reached the stage where almost naked women stood as an enjoyment of man.

"Did you act willingly?"

One woman's eyes gleamed and she pounced forward.

"Take me and you will never regret it. I will give you the best day o—"

BANG!

Kael directly slammed his axe on her head, busting the head open.

"AHHHHBHHH!"

"I will break the head of anyone who shouts."

The prostitute gasped in fear and closed their mouth as Kael looked around and spoke.

"I like women not bitches and whore."

The women huddled together, shaking in deep fear.

One of them found the courage to whisper.

"P-Please... don't kill us..."

Kael didn't stop.

"Move," he ordered.

"Huh!"

"I said move. I want to go inside."

Their bodies obeyed before their minds could react and they immediately jumped aside out of the stage.

"We'll talk after I finish my business," Kael muttered.

He walked past them and opened the door at the back of the stage.

CLICK.

...

Inside a dimly lit room filled with sweet perfumes, a young woman lay on a bed, tied up.

Tears streamed down her face.

She had been sold to this place after her family failed to pay their debts.

The door creaked open.

A man with long black hair and a sickening grin entered.

His eyes roamed her body hungrily.

"Oh my, my... What a fine piece of work!" he sneered, stepping closer.

The girl whimpered.

The man yanked the cloth from her mouth.

She sobbed. "Please... don't do this... I beg you... Please have mercy."

The man threw his head back and laughed.

"Haha! Mercy? Oh, sweetheart, you'll be begging for more after a few rounds with me!"

He grabbed her chin, forcing her face toward his.

The girl's entire body trembled.

Then—

SWISH! BANG!

A huge axe flew out of nowhere and smashed into the man's head from behind.

The man's head exploded like a smashed pumpkin.

His body slammed against the wall.

Blood gushed from his skull, painting the floor in red.

The girl collapsed, frozen in shock.

She wanted to scream.

But no sound came out.

Her body refused to move.

She heard a clicking sound and slowly looked toward the door from which a man walked.

The figure stepped over the corpse like it was trash.

"Are you alright?" Kael asked.

"I-I..." The words wouldn't come.

Kael didn't wait for an answer and bent down.

The woman's whole body shivered and she covered herself in shame and fear thinking that the man might touch her but...

She opened her eyes as if nothing happened and saw the man bending to grab his axe, out of the dead man's skull, and wipe the blood on the man's clothes.

"What's your name?"

"S....Sabrina..."

His voice dropped to a whisper.

"Tell me... are there more girls like you here?"

The girl swallowed hard and nodded. "Many... If they can't adapt, they're used until they die... and then they're burned."

Kael inhaled deeply.

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He let out a slow, shaky exhale.

His lips curled into a smile.

A terrifying, lunatic grin.

"Miss, don't worry."

He patted her head like a father soothing a child.

"This nightmare is almost over. I promise."

He turned toward the door.

The girl, mustering her last bit of courage, whispered, "W-What's your name?"

Kael stopped.

For a moment, he said nothing.

Then, he chuckled darkly.

"I have many names."

He turned his head slightly, his red eyes gleaming.

"But tonight... call me the Trash Of Veydrin."

With that, Kael stepped out, axe in hand, ready to bathe the brothel in blood.