Chapter 384: Chapter 383.

Chapter 383. Operation: Brainjack, Phase 2; Luring out the Brain (9/10)

“Bring him back from the grave? Bullshit. There’s no way you could do something like that!”

“Oh? You’re doubting me? This entire time you’ve been up against a little small fry like me, yet I’ve toyed with your entire gang effortlessly. Have you never once wondered how a little nobody like me could achieve this result?”

“What are you trying to say?”

I bent toward her until we were at eye level, placed both of my hands on her cheeks, looked her dead in the eyes without blinking, and said seriously, “I am a devil.”

“A devil? Get lost and let go of me.”

“I am being 100% serious. In fact, how about I propose a trade to you?”

“A trade?”

“As I said before, I can bring him back to life so you may kill him. However, if I do this, I want something from you.”

“What do you want? You’re not going to say my soul or some bullshit, are you?”

“No, I simply want the passcode and password for your boyfriend’s phone. Do you know it? If you do, I can revive him for you.”

“Fuck off. There’s no way you can do that.”

“Alright, how about I revive him first and let you see that he’s alive with your own eyes? If I do that, will you tell me the passcode and password?”

“Hah! Sure, why not? Let’s see you do it.”

“Alright, as you wish.”

I raised my hand between our faces and snapped my fingers.

She blinked once and when she opened her eyes she snarled at me, “What are you doing?”

“I’ve simply brought him back from the grave.”

“Stop messing around.”

“Then, I shall allow you to see it with your own eyes.”

I tilted her chair back, dragged her over to the Swastika gang leader’s side, and turned her around. 

When her eyes landed on the pool of blood under his body she mumbled absentmindedly to herself, “He’s… really dead.”

“No he’s not, you idiot. I already revived him and healed his wounds. He’s breathing and you can even feel his heartbeat if you want.”

I removed the cuff from her left wrist. She nervously bent forward in the chair and placed her right hand under his nose.

When she felt air flowing, her eyes shot open wide in disbelief. 

“No way, but there’s all this blood.” 

Her hand quickly moved to feel his pulse through his neck.

“He still has a pulse too. But… how? I heard… the suppressed gunshots and when his body hit the floor.”

Her eyes slowly raised up to me, and when they looked back into my own, a complicated emotion welled up in them as she muttered, “A… devil?”

I nodded.

“Devthor, is my true name.”

“Devthor?”

“Yes.”

“Why... isn’t he waking up?”

“Why would I let this bastard wake up? I’m naturally keeping him asleep. It would be annoying if he wakes up and tries anything. I also can’t give you the chance to try and betray me to save him or anything of the sort.”

“Save him? Why the hell would I ever want to save him?” Her eyes were terrifying when she said that. It was like I’d spoken words that she couldn’t comprehend. 

“Haha, it was my mistake. But anyhow, how about you get to killing him now? Did you want a knife?”

“Of course I do.”

“Alright, one sec.”

I stepped into the kitchen directly beside me and picked up a knife from one of the drawers.

I extended my hand out to her but pulled my hand back before she could grab the knife.

“What are you doing?”

“Not so fast. Did you forget the passcode and password I asked you for?”

“Tsk. The passcode is-”

“One sec.”

I headed into the living room and picked up my pen from the couch. After I clicked it in I told her, “Go ahead.”

“It’s 2847393856. The password to get into his app is ILoveToCutUpMalorysBack, each word is capitalized.”

“Huh? Seriously?”

“Yes, it’s a very easy password for him to remember and one that nobody would ever guess.”

“I… suppose so.”

“Now give me the knife.”

“Hold on. I need to make sure you’re not trying to scam me here.”

“Scam you? Aren’t you supposed to be some sort of devil?”

“I am, but even a devil can be deceived. It’s not like devils are infallible creatures or anything.”

I played the recording back and entered it on the lock screen and confirmed it worked. I opened up the app and the password she provided also got me in successfully.

I closed out of the app for the time being. I still needed to get confirmation that all things were a go before I moved onto phase three.

I scanned through the rest of the apps on his phone, but I didn’t see any banking apps. I thought for sure since they were a gang, they probably had a sizable sum of money saved up somewhere. Did they keep it all in cash?

I wasn’t actually trying to find it for myself. It was actually part of an agreement I made with Lea. If I got any money out of Swastika through this I’d hand it over to her gang. I had no interest in dirty money that I didn’t work for myself, and I had no problem giving it to her since Faceless definitely needed it more than me.

Just when I was losing hope and about to lock the phone, I noticed an app that caught my eye. It was… a crypto wallet app. I opened it up, but it required a password to get into it as well. I tried the password Malory gave me, but it didn’t work.

“Hey, hurry up and give me the knife already.”

“Hold on. Just one last thing before I give it to you.”

“What is it now!”

“What is the password to get into the crypto wallet he has on his phone? Do you know it?”

“Yeah, I do. What? You’re a devil in poverty?”

“Well, a devil needs money to live too. However, I’m not particularly interested in money I didn’t work for myself. But it would be a shame to let it go to waste, so I was thinking rather than keeping it for myself, I could give it away to some kids in need on the street or something.”

“Heh. How commendable of you. As if you’ll really do that.”

“I will do it. So do you mind telling me what the password is?”

“Do I even have a choice? If I don’t tell you, you won’t give me the knife, right?”

“That is correct.”

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“It’s ILoveTheFeelingOfMalorysBloodOnMyDick, capital letters on each word like the last one.”

I chill ran down my back when she said the password all in one go without batting an eye. I looked down at the bastard on the ground disgusted.

“The knife.”

I tested the password and confirmed it worked.

After I did so, I headed into Malory’s room behind her.

“What are you doing? Are you going back on your word!”

“No, I’m not.”

I put the fat suit back on over my body before I approached Malory from behind with my gun pointed at her head in my right hand.

I pressed it up against the back of her head and said, “You can have the knife now. If you show any sign of turning around though and try to throw it at me, I will shoot you immediately. Understood?”

“Haaaaah. Not letting your guard down even until the very last moment. Men… are the worst.”

“I’m a devil.”

“Is there a difference?”

“Yes, I’m a devilman, not just a man.”

“I see.”

I uncuffed her right hand before I slid the flat side of the knife against her left cheek, over her shoulder, and placed the handle down in the palm of her left hand. I’d been very careful not to get my fingerprints on it. Once the knife was in her hand, I quickly retracted my hand back and took a step away from her for my own safety. I wasn’t going to let my guard down or take any chances.

I took out Malory’s phone and held it in my left hand. It was to capture the incriminating scene where she murdered him with her own two hands.

“Is it okay if I cut the duct tape on my legs?”

“Yeah, go ahead.”

When she cut through the duct tape and freed her legs, she slumped down to the ground. I pulled the chair back out of the way to get a clear view of everything.

She slowly raised the knife up in both hands above her head. I started the video recording from here, but I kept the cuffs on her feet out of frame.

With all the strength she could muster she thrust the knife down.

“Gaaaah!” He groaned out but couldn’t make much of a sound as the knife had plunged directly through his throat on one go. The pain was enough to pull him out of his sleep, but he couldn’t do anything. He raised his hands to his neck, but Malory quickly pulled out the knife and thrust it back into his body, this time into his chest. 

Blood gushed out of his neck and dyed her face and hair a crimson red.

She didn’t stop for a second in spite of all the blood. She continued pulling the knife out and stabbing him over and over again.

“Die. I fucking hate you! Just die! Die! DIE YOU FUCKING MONSTER!” Malory lost all of her composure as she furiously mutilated his body.

I couldn’t see his eyes, but I’m sure they were wide open and rolled back right now.

“How many times… do you even know?” She mumbled.

Malory didn’t stop stabbing him.

“Of course, you don’t know…”

“You can’t even answer me already…”

“28… 30… 35...”

At some point, she started mumbling random numbers out loud.

“You’re already dead…”

“39…”

“But that’s fine…”

“44…”

“Don’t worry…”

“50…”

“I was always counting.”

“57…”

“ALWAYS.”

“66…”

She wouldn’t stop.

“For each…”

“74…” 

“And every time…”

“79…”

“I swore…”

“83…” 

“I’d return every single one…”

“87…” 

“Back to you…”

“91…”

From the occasional words that slipped out between the numbers she counted off, I understood. She’d been counting every scar, every single cut he ever made into her back since day one.

“100…”

…

“200…”

…

“300…”

She was like a robot, mechanically swinging until she’d eventually break. She kept going, endlessly. When his chest was an unrecognizable mess, she crawled over the mutilated corpse and continued to stab lower into his body. She straddled over his chest not even showing the slightest care or concern. She eventually chopped off his reproductive organs from stabbing into it too much.

Her pace was quite fast and about 6 minutes in she’d counted up to five hundred. 

It seemed her arms were getting sore though as her pace was slowing down. She swapped to a single hand and didn’t make as large swings anymore.

When she got to seven hundred she swapped to her left hand to let her right hand rest.

At nine hundred she was struggling to raise her left hand.

She used her right hand to continue.

She got to one thousand.

She alternated back and forth for the next forty-five minutes until she finally stopped when she counted out weakly, “Three thousand… four hundred… ninety… six.”

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