The Broken Angel & Her Overprotective Brothers

The night surrounded the area with darkness, causing everything to become eerier than it already was. The silence that was present in the council's dungeon chambers made it hard to believe that there were dozens of rogues and even human criminals locked up there and had been tortured almost on daily basis.

The walls were painted dark grey and there were only a few torches lit across the long hallways that provided a little bit of light. In these underground chambers, days and nights were alike because even during broad daylight, not even a single ray of sunlight entered the chambers. The people locked up down here were already used to living in darkness with no hope of light.

Three pairs of footsteps disturbed the silence of the dark and cold underground chambers, attracting the attention of those who were locked up there. It looked like it was one of those nights when they would hear one of them crying and wailing for mercy throughout the night because, in the council's dungeon chambers, visitors meant torture, pain, and anguish.

"Can I break a few of his fingers?" Daniel asked Nick as the two of them descended a bunch of stairs that led them towards the west wing that was reserved for special criminals. All this time, Mark stayed silent as he followed the two of them.

"I'm not surprised that you are only willing to break a few of his fingers. But do you think you can handle even a few of them? I would be more surprised then." Domenic was quick to tease his brother though his voice still sounded cold and indifferent like his usual self.

"Though I can't break them on my own, there's always Mark for such jobs. I'm sure he will enjoy doing it in my stead." Daniel quickly responded as he turned his face to the back to give his younger brother a small wink.

"Don't worry, I won't disappoint you," Mark replied as he showed Daniel the twin daggers that he was carrying with him. They were no normal daggers. They were the special gift that he received from Bianca on his twenty-first birthday.

The daggers were made of pure obsidian with the addition of silver and iron - a perfect combination of the most dangerous rock and two dangerous metals that could kill any supernatural. And if that was not already lethal enough, the blades had ancient runes carved on them that used to bring great pain when activated. These blades were made to torture and not to kill, and Mark had finally found the perfect time to use them.

"Alessandro Masters." A guard walked out of a cell room and greeted them as they reached the end of the hall where the so-called Fifth Master was currently locked up.

"How's he?" Domenic asked as he started taking off his watch before handing it to the guard so that he could roll up his sleeves.

"We have made him drink the spirit potion. No matter how much he will be tortured, he won't die nor will he be able to pass out." The guard answered as he collected their jackets, watches, and phones.

"Good. You can continue with your work now." Domenic told the guard who bowed his head as he took his leave before walking away towards his office that was located on the other end of the hallway.

"I can hardly control myself at this moment," Mark muttered as he tightened his hold on the daggers while his eyes kept staring at the door of the cell room in which their prey was locked up.

"You don't have to control yourself anymore," Domenic told his brother as he opened the door of the cell room, signaling him to enter first. Mark didn't need to be told twice as he hurriedly walked inside the cell along with Daniel and finally Domenic himself who locked the door before turning to face the middle-aged man who was tied with magical rope to a pole standing in the center of the room. 

The rage that immediately started boiling inside him was really hard to control for Domenic. The only thing that helped him in calming down a little bit was the scared expression of the vampire. The terrified look in his eyes made him loosen up.

He was aware that before locking up the vampire in the dungeon, Shadow had used every sort of torture on him to take out his anger, and he didn't show mercy even for a second. Besides, the Immortal wasn't done yet. He had planned to visit the dungeons every midnight to greet the vamp.

Since it was ten past one o'clock in the morning, it was clear that Shadow had just left some time ago and the vampire still had fresh memories of the torture that he went through. 

Though the healing potion had successfully healed his body, it did nothing to relieve him from the terrible pain that was running through his body. Even his sore throat hadn't healed.

"W-why... W-w-why...?" He rasped through heavy breaths as he tried to glare at the three mortals who entered the cell. He could already see the reason for their visit in their eyes that were glaring daggers at him, but he just couldn't understand why he was being tortured like this. What crime had he committed that even mere mortals were coming to torture him?

It was like one of them read his mind because he scoffed mockingly at him before he stepped closer to reply, "Don't worry. We will help you recall why you deserve this privilege. Shall we start now?" 

The last question was directed towards the man who looked younger than the other two mortals. As soon as the vampire's eyes landed on the twin daggers in that man's hands, he was terrified.

However, he didn't get the chance to protest because, by the time he opened his mouth to speak, only a painful wail escaped his lips as the man had already plunged one of the daggers into his stomach while the other followed soon into his left thigh.