Chapter 437: White and Red

Chapter 437: White and Red

“What happened?” Carl rushed into the large oval blood-smeared orgy room.

“W-whoa,” was all Liam could manage when he saw the bloody scene.

“Those robes,” Chris uttered, looking at the hanging corpse opposite the door through which they all entered. “I-Isn’t that the High Priest himself?”

Has to be! Beatrice thought. The High Priest was the only one among his insane cult that wore purple, and she also recognized the misshapen skull that she once saw in Lucarad’s possession, now taking the place of the Priest’s head. That meant that Lucarad’s head had to be somewhere among the countless mutilated body parts. Beatrice preferred not to shift through the corpses just to confirm the identity of the man they came seeking help from, but they also had to know for sure.

Luckily for Beatrice, Ember was quick to the task and already stood over the decapitated head of her former boss. Lying in a pool of blood, cross-eyed, jaw dropped open, tongue hanging out. There could be no doubt—The High Priest, Lucarad, was dead.

Beatrice looked at Olivia in Chris’ arms. How was she supposed to help her now? Asking Lucarad for help was far from a perfect solution. Barely acceptable in fact. But now, Beatrice was robbed of even this option.

Then they all heard a high-pitched scream. Turning toward the source of the desperate cry, Beatrice saw an open hidden door in the wall of the chamber with a welcoming light shining from wherever it led to. Turned out that there was another way out of the cult’s private sex-orgy-summoning-altar-room.

Three more, all women, were further away, each had their left hand nailed to a wall through the palm. Beatrice vaguely recognized the three nailed women. Though she no longer recalled their names, Beatrice was all but certain that those were the first three that she had sex with on the day she was summoned to this world.

“Who else might know where this so-called ‘Beatrice’ might be!?” the hamaxe-wielding pink-haired girl demanded to know from one of the blue-robed figures before her.

“For the last time, WE DON’T KNOW!” the woman with emerald-colored hair and topaz-colored eyes screamed back at the pink-haired girl in frustration. “You killed the one man that might have known!”

SHPLUART!

“Don’t tell me what to do!” the pink-haired girl told the splattered pile of gory mess that was a living being just a second before and threw her freshly bloodied hammer over her shoulder, sending a sticky arc of red flying over the horrified screaming man still left before her.

Ember raised her right arm, straight extended, palm of her hand facing forward, and simply said, “Doomsday!”

At the last possible moment, Beatrice closed her eyes and put her arms in front of her face to protect herself from the bright flash that was the harbinger of scorching heat and molten rock.