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Dagor dropped the shroud.
"Don't move a muscle," Kalugal said, the compulsion in his voice reverberating through Dagor so strongly that he was frozen in place for a moment as well. "And don't say a word."
The shock on the faces of the Doomers was a sight to behold. Their sudden shift from arrogance to fear was a vindication that Dagor savored. It was a reversal of fortunes. The hunter becoming the hunted.
He relished the stunned and terrified expression on the males' faces, the knowledge that they were going to die.
A smile tugged on the corner of his lips.
The poetic justice of the situation was not lost on him. These were the monsters who had thought themselves invincible,untouchable, but now they faced the inevitable consequences of their actions.
"Payback is a bitch, vermin," he murmured under his breath. "How does it feel to be helpless in front of a superior force? How does it feel to know that you are about to die?"
His whisper had been too low for the Doomers to hear, but Dalhu stood right next to him. The guy turned to him and put a hand on his shoulder. "Patience, my friend. Retribution is moments away."
Dagor nodded.
"Members of the Brotherhood of the Devout Order of Mortdh," Kalugal's voice boomed through the megaphone. "Come forward," he commanded.
Eight males broke the ranks and walked toward them.
"Stop ten feet in front of me," Kalugal ordered.
Dagor observed the rage on their faces with pure satisfaction. It was like balm for his soul.
He would enjoy killing them slowly.
They halted precisely ten feet away. The distance was negligible for someone like Dagor, who could close it in the blink of an eye. But it wasn't the physical space that mattered, it was Kalugal's complete control over them.
Their eyes burned with hatred and frustration, a reflection of their impotence in the face of overwhelming power. Dagor could almost taste their fury, and it thrilled him.
The thought of prolonging their suffering, of savoring their fear and desperation, was tantalizing. Dagor imagined the variousways he could inflict pain, each more satisfying than the last. It was a dark, exhilarating thought that danced in his mind, an unpleasant reminder of his predatory nature, but at this moment, he embraced the side of himself that he normally sought to stifle.
There was not an ounce of pity in his heart for these people. Earth would be a better place without them to taint its soil.
Kalugal
Kalugal scanned the faces of the Doomers, but he didn't recognize any of them. They must have been born after he had run away because there was no recognition in their eyes either, only intense hatred and fear.
Good.
The rumble of vehicle engines announced the arrival of the rest of their team, the graveled ground crunching under their tires until they stopped some distance behind him.
Kalugal didn't turn to look. "Who is the leader of this operation? Raise your hand," he commanded.
When the hand of one of the eight shot into the air, Kalugal ordered, "Take two steps forward."
The guy looked like a robot whose legs were operating independently from the rest of his body.
It was so comical that Kalugal had a hard time keeping his menacing expression. "Tell me where Luis and his family are being held!"
There had been enough compulsion in his voice to topple an army, and he got several answers at once.
"The van," one Doomer said.
"In the back," another said.
"In the van in the back," the leader spat.
