Chapter 7: Chapter 7: Cold Pity

  The local police got to them first. They started a firefight and because of this Robert got to enter through the back silently.  The moment he takes a step inside there is a heavy feeling pushing down on him.

A pair of eyes are watching his movement. Robert trusts his instincts and draws a seal on the back of his hand. The seal not only disperses all magical hex but also his ability to use them.

Relying on his senses. Robert navigates the halls and finds a creepy feeling. As he goes further in he stops. He swings his head around and finds a hairless and skinless creature growling at him.

It has the appearance of an emaciated dog. Its jaws are hanging wide. There are spines on the creature’s spine. Robert recognizes the gwyllgi. He has seen many things in his life and yet seeing this ghostly creature made Robert realize how different things are here.

The creature rushes at him. Robert fires the AK with empty lungs. Ducks down and slams the butt of the AK like a bat. The creature shrugs the blow and barks at him.

Robert draws his butterfly knife. Grabs the dog and stabs it repeatedly on the neck. The knife didn’t pierce. It feels like stabbing a truck’s tire. Knowing this. Robert grabs the beast from the neck and throws it back. Quickly he takes a grenade from his bag and lobs it on the best.

He sprints to cover. The grenade explodes, the shrapnel flying everywhere. He looks at the creature. It is injured. But it is still standing. It’s left eye is injured.

Robert breathes in. He takes his knife out and prepares to catch the creature. The creature bares its fangs again. Robert tries to grab the mutt on the neck again. It dodges his hand and tries to ram the spike on its spine on him.

He elbows the mutt. Grabs the mutt on the neck and slams it on the floor. He takes the knife out and inserts it on the ear of the mutt. Stabbing the creature repeatedly. The creature barks. Robert freezes. The mutt leaps away and shakes its head.

The left eye of the creature regenerates. Robert exhales. He takes a stance and prepares again as the mutt tries to bite. The mutt avoids him thrice. Robert catches the mutt. This time he knees the neck of the mutt. Stabs its eye with his butterfly knife and hammers the knife deep into its brain. The mutt barks loudly. It tries to get away. Robert slams his foot on the head of the mutt. This time Robert pulls out his pistol from his shoulder holster and shoots the mutt on the ear. The bullets tore the gwyllgi’s brain. Not letting it go. He wraps his biceps around the mutt. Takes a dynamite out of his bag. Tore the fuse shorter with his teeth and inserts it into the mouth of the creature and lights the cord. He takes the knife out. He sprints away and watches the dynamite explode from a distance.

This time the creature’s jaw got exposed. It’s still alive and Robert can see that it is regenerating. Robert clicks his tongue. He points his gun and empties a mag on the exposed brain.

Taking his knife out. Robert tears through the chest cavity of the creature and pulls the creature’s heart. Robert threw it on the ground and emptied another magazine on it.

He inserts a magazine on his pistol. Pulls the slide and looks around him. The pressure bearing down on him is gone. He takes the seal off the back of his hand.

“That’s eight uses left for me today.”

He follows the stairs upstairs. Reaching the top of the building. There’s a large room. Robert opens the door slightly. Pulls the pin of a grenade and rolls it inside.

“Get down!”

The floor shook. Robert pushes the door open. Finds all the targets in the room and fires all seven rounds on his pistol’s magazines. He takes the magazine out. And throws the magazine on the guy he assumes to be Dayton. He checks his holster. Three mags left.

He quickly the pistol. Throws a binding rope on Dayton and pulls him like a ragdoll. He tethers the binding rope and lifts him off the floor. He looks at the binding light and then at Robert.

“How the fuck are you alive?”

Robert holds the barrel of his pistol. And slams the butt of the pistol on Dayton’s knees, cracking them. He grabs his shoulder and forearm and pulls it, dislocating his limbs.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

He dispels the binding light and lets him fall on the side. He looks at Robert with shaking eyes. His lower jaw clattering. Robert looks around him. He turns over the folks he shot. Checks if they are playing dead and executes one with a shot to the head.

“Fucking psycho!”

“Gotta be careful. You Two Fingers, right?”

“I am! You fuck cracked my knees!”

Robert takes out his badge and flashes it on Dayton.

“You’re being arrested for the crime of smuggling humans for ritual sacrifices and the summoning of a lesser creature to the material world.  Because you have violated the Nonmagi Pact signed by 190 countries. Your basic human rights are now forfeit. Therefore you will be treated as a dangerous individual. Any actions against the arresting officer will be treated as resisting arrest and thus I must warn you that I will be allowed to execute you to prioritize safety. So please do not resist arrest.”

“Are you fucking kidding me right now, asshole?”

Robert radios William.

“William. I got Dayton here. Don’t let the officers enter. These bastards had summoned a creature from the other side to this world here. It’s a gwyllgi. There might be only one, but it’s better if we take this with utmost care.”

“Should I call a Cleaner?”

“You should. I ripped the mutt’s heart out and shot them. I didn’t have any depleted uranium bullets so it took a while to kill the bastard. I’ll seal the upper floor for now. No one should be looking to come up.”

Robert looks at Dayton and points at the floor.

“Stay. Don’t move.”

“Fuck you.”

He walks to the stairs and places a seal on the entrance. It’s a seal that turns people away from climbing the stairs. Unless they have keen eyes. They’ll only see a wall blocking their way or unconsciously avoid going up.

Robert finishes the seal and sighs.

“Crazy, crazy world.”

He slaps his forehead and grunts.

“A demonic dog. And this is just a lesser creature. I guess there’s someone who can summon them. The question is how many did they gut to summon that fucking mutt?”

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Robert returns to the room and finds Dayton squirming. He looks around. Other than the dead. They have multiple desks with typewriters. There are only two computers. He takes Dayton’s phone first and opens his computer.

He browses through his email. Noting down all the contacts that he has and writing down the notes of his passwords, bank account, and numbers in his phonebook. He checks the recent items he opens on his computer. He has ten pages worth of excel spreadsheets.

“Name, age, status, how much they were bought for and when they were sold and consumed. Jesus, you guys sure are meticulous, I can at least respect that.”

There are a thousand entries in the computer. It seems that they are fond of blood harvesting. Drinking Drencrom concocted from the fresh blood of the young and women to gain youth. Also known as Báthory’s Wine. The Drencrom is a concoction that a madwoman made to keep her youth. The difference is that this one isn’t made of virgin blood. 

Robert opens one of his folders and finds pictures of young children and women being drained of their blood. Some are gutted like pigs. The rest are harvested of their organs.

Robert has seen similar things in his other life. And yet even when coming to this world. He couldn’t stomach seeing young children die this way.

Robert holds on to his rage. He tells the ill-tempered passenger in his head to not beat this man to death. That he needs to hold on to his reason and get everything that he can. Don’t let his rage dictate what needs to be done.

Instead he checks every picture in the folder. Checking them one by one while waiting for William and the Cleaner to arrive. It took minutes.

William walks in on the scene and groans at the sight. He looks at the bastard and then circles around to see what Robert is looking at. Seeing the pictures. Willian cocks his pistol and points it on Dayton’s leg.

“Fucker.”

Robert grabs William's pistol.

“Calm down. We need the bastard talking.”

“Jesus fuck, how are you checking this shit?”

“Cause I need to know. I want to know. Gather everything we can on this shit and find them.”

William turns off the monitor.

“Let us handle this. Bartholomew here has checked everything. No more hell spawns here. I think we found where they are processing them.”

“How many?”

“About hundreds. Mostly women and children of color. Easy to abduct.”

“It’s not here isn’t it? This shithole they are using to gut them.”

“Doubt it. We’ll tear his soul out if it means getting him to spill everything. I was planning to be merciful… but this shit doesn’t excuse it. I doubt the Commission’s going to like what they see here either. We found the hell mutt. The Rosaritas are interested in the remains. Would you mind?”

“I don’t really care.”

“Okay then.”

Robert stands up. He looks at the computer and then puts his eyes on Dayton. The bastard is muttering something. Robert takes out the phone he got from him and gives it to William.

“He has a lot of information on that computer. Phone’s full os contacts as well.”

“I’ll take it. We’ll have the boys visit these fucks once we identified them. Are you interested in helping us?”

“I might be. Don’t know yet. Ask the Commission about it first.”

“You made a lot of mess today, Oswald. But you got this bastard fast. I appreciate that. But still I need you to calm down using these methods. It works. But you’re gathering a lot of heat.”

“I know. I guess I wasn’t being careful. I don’t appreciate caging people and taking them away from their homes. Makes me want to tear through their limbs.”

“You did good. We’ll handle this. We’ll call you when we need the help of the Commission again.”

“Mind if I use your car, sir?”

“I don’t.”

William takes his wallet out and gives him one hundred euros.

“Get something to eat or drink. Clear your head. Try to relax.”

Robert takes his gaze away from Dayton and walks out of the room. William looks at his back and then looks at the edge of the desk where  Robert was sitting. He tore a piece of the desk.

William looks down at Dayton. Dayton looks at William while groaning. William squats down and looks him in the eyes. There is pity in William’s eyes. A cold pity that sends a chill on Dayton’s spine.

“You should have died here. Unfortunately, he held himself back. I’d give you advice, Dayton. You seem to know how this side of the world works. Just talk. Do yourself a favor and maybe. Just maybe. I might just put a bullet on your head before they grind your soul for violating the Pact. You might not be the guy who did the sacrifice and summon that fucking hell spawn. But right now, you’re a dead man walking. I hope they show you mercy. Because by God you just pissed them off.”

Dayton tries to open his mouth. He found no words coming out. William signals Bartholomew. Grabs him by the leg and drags him out of the room.

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