Brama was forced to endure the burning and itching sensation in his eyes for nearly ten minutes, and he was not even allowed to scream.
He had gone through torture at the hands of several members of the Obsidian Thorns and even some other Initiates, and he believed that his pain tolerance was higher than many demons.
However, this burning and itching sensation in his eyes was something that could not be described properly.
All he just wanted was for death to show him mercy and take him away.
Why was his life just filled with bad luck?
Why was he the slave that was chosen to spy on Simon?
Why couldn’t it be another slave?
Brama’s heart was filled with countless regrets and grievances, then he had a thought.
Wasn’t there a faster way to die?
Couldn’t he just ignite his demonic heart and let his chaos flame consume his entire heart and body?
Couldn’t he just... self destruct?
The moment Brama had that thought, he decided to do it.
He couldn’t bear the pain any longer.
However... Simon’s familiar voice drifted into his ears.
"So you chose to kill yourself in this manner. Is your will to live so weak?"
Due to Simon’s words, Brama paused the process of his self destruction for a moment.
He asked himself if he was actually willing to die after living an extremely pathetic life.
He could have killed himself so many times in the past, but he always refused.
Was it because of fear?
Was it because of how dissatisfied and angry he was at the life he had lived?
Why had he not killed himself after so long?
For a moment, the pain in his eyes reduced, but the moment Brama recalled the pain, his agony and suffering continued.
And he cursed Simon and the entire world in his mind as he decided to self destruct.
The pain was too much for him to handle, and death was better than what he was going through.
He had only paused his detonation for barely three seconds, but the moment he tried to self destruct, he found out that he could not.
A foreign demonic energy was preventing him from detonating his chaos flame and his demonic heart, and it was obvious who this demonic energy belonged to.
"Why the long face? Do you expect me to watch you kill yourself when I literally told you I needed you to betray the factions for me?"
Brama’s soul felt a chill in his heart the moment he realized that Simon had used that brief hesitation of his to prevent him from killing himself.
Was he going to always live in this pain?
He tried to say out the words- "Just kill me"- but only muffled sounds escaped his lips because of his hands.
Simon shook his head when he saw this, then he brought out another vial from his spatial ring.
The vial had a cyan liquid in it, and Simon uncorked it, then he poured it on Brama’s eyes.
The cyan liquid was cold to Brama’s eyes, but Brama was not focusing on that.
No
All Brama was feeling was the biggest relief he had ever felt in his life.
This relief was so much better than the one time he had sex and came inside a succubus in the clan.
It was a relief that came from the depths of his soul.
His struggles stopped, and his breathing became a lot calmer.
Simon poured the last drop of the cyan liquid on Brama’s eyes, then he sent the vial back into his spatial ring.
It took Brama nearly thirty seconds before he finally opened his eyes.
"How does it feel to finally have your eyes back to normal?" Simon’s voice which was filled with amusement drifted into Brama’s ears.
Previously, Brama’s eyes were green but now they were mixed with red.
This red colour was a combination of the poison and Brama’s blood vessels exploding in his eyes.
All he was seeing was red, and he could barely make out Simon’s figure.
He felt the weight of Simon’s hand that was on his hands and mouth vanish, and he knew that Simon had removed his hand.
His arms fell weakly to the ground, and Brama realized that he could not speak.
He was so weak to the point that he could not even muster up the energy to speak.
Simon released a sigh, then he stood and sat on the only chair in Brama’s room.
"What I poured on your eyes is a temporary antidote of the poison. Your eyes are going to go back to normal in like... hmm... two or three days."
"But, you’ll need to be taking the antidote once a week or you’ll experience what you just experienced."
Brama weakly looked at Simon with a blank expression. Though, his eyes were red and his face was filled with tears and snot, Simon could see the immense sadness and acceptance of his fate.
Brama summoned up the energy to speak, and his mouth opened and closed multiple times before words finally left his mouth.
"S- so... I’m a- your slave?"
Simon indifferently shrugged.
"If you want to put it that way, I have no problems at all. If you had accepted to help me betray your masters, this would not have happened to you."
"It’s the consequences of your actions."
Brama looked down, then he closed his eyes and his lips curled into a mocking smile.
"I guess it’s my fate to always be a slave."
This time around, he spoke more fluently but it was slow, rough, and quietly spoken.
Simon raised a brow when he heard Brama’s words, but he didn’t care.
Just like the Iron Fangs, Brama was only a tool in his eyes.
And once he had served his purpose, he would be discarded.
"I’ll give you the details of what I need you to do tomorrow. If you do as I say, the chances of the factions finding out that you’re betraying them would be drastically reduced."
"But, if you try to betray me and act as a double agent, just know that I have a poison that can make you to feel far more pain than this poison."
Brama said nothing because there was nothing to be said.
He just remained on the floor in his sweat and dried up tears, his eyes staring at the floor blankly.
Simon stood, and without saying any other thing, he walked out of the room, leaving behind Brama.
They called him the king of his class, but they would soon call him the king of the slaves.
And the slaves would soon become his eyes and ears in the clan.