The night had fallen. The clock struck midnight. Farrel woke from his sleep. He went to his closet and changed into a black cloak, donning a black mask that only revealed his shining eyes in the dark.
After changing, he began to walk and whispered, "STYGIAN," vanishing from his house.
At the mansion of the noble.
The problematic noble kid was sleeping with two young slaves, while his father was engaged in a sexual act with a maid. The maid was positioned to suck his cock, with his hand he forcing her head deeper.
"Mmmm... errghhh..."
The maid tapped the noble's thigh, signaling that she couldn't breathe. Tears began to stream down her face, but the man ignored her pleas. Finally, he released her head.
Then, he ordered her to change positions to doggy style, forcing her to bend over the table and expose her ass.
Reluctantly, she climbed onto the table, removed her underwear, and presented her ass to the lustful noble.
Her ass was fully exposed, not a thread of clothing in sight. Her eyes were lifeless, devoid of any spark, resigned to her fate. The noble played with her pussy using his fingers, then brought his mouth closer to her ass, beginning to lick and use his mouth...
The maid remained silent, her body unresponsive, and her pussy dry, clearly showing she was not in the mood and in pain from the forced act.
The noble didn't care. He was ready to thrust his dick inside her. The tip of his cock was just about to enter when suddenly, his cock was severed from his body.
He looked at it, the shock of adrenaline delaying the pain. Then, he started screaming.
"Fuuuuckkkk!! Arhhhh!!"
Before he could finish his scream, his head was cleanly cut in two. His head fell to the floor, and he saw his body above while his head lay below. Finally, he closed his eyes. Blood began to spurt out.
From the shadows, someone emerged—it was Farrel, still cloaked.
He looked at the maid, who was shocked but still in the doggy position. He gestured to her, noticing her ass was still exposed. Her pussy began to moisten, and she couldn't control it. She started rubbing herself slowly.
Farrel observed, feeling something was off.
"Wtf, this maid... what kind of fetish does she have?"
Farrel threw her underwear at her and ordered her to put it on, telling her to stop whatever she was doing. She complied, though reluctantly.
Two guards rushed in after hearing their master's screams. They opened the door, but before they could fully enter, two daggers flew through the air, striking their heads and killing them instantly.
Farrel retrieved his daggers from the guards' heads and stepped over their bodies. The mansion soon turned into a bloodbath.
Every servant who served their lord met a brutal end, each marked by a fatal wound to their forehead.
Farrel entered the boy's room and saw him still sleeping soundly with two young girls by his side.
He sat on a chair in the room and threw his dagger near the boy's foot.
The boy woke up in pain, looking at his leg, which had been severed.
"Haaaa, my leeegggg!"
He looked at the cloaked figure wearing a mask, sitting and staring at him.
Farrel waved at him. He removed his mask, revealing his face.
"Hello, how are you doing? Hmm, sorry, I didn't know my dagger would cut your leg off so easily."
The boy struggled in fear, calling out for his father, but no one answered.
"Shhhhhhh... Nobody will save you now, kid," Farrel said, twirling his dagger in his hand.
He threw his second dagger, severing the boy's other leg.
"Arrrrrhhhhhh! Please, I'm sorry, pleaseeee don't kill me!"
The boy sobbed uncontrollably.
"Why are you crying? Weren't you so arrogant yesterday everning? Why are you acting like a baby now?"
Farrel asked politely with a smile.
The boy tried to escape using his hands, crawling off the bed. Blood trailed behind him, and his severed legs remained on the bed.
Farrel stood up, walked to the bed, picked up one of the legs, and threw it toward the door.
"Well, that leg moved faster than you crawling."
He walked beside the boy, whistling, and waited in front of the door.
"Come here, baby!"
The boy finally collapsed. The two young girls, witnessing the scene, were shocked and vomited. The trauma caused them to faint.
Farrel walked back into the room, stepping over the boy's corpse, and retrieved his two daggers. He put his mask back on and left the room.
Suddenly, the maid appeared, her thighs soaked with an unending flow of liquid.
"Damn, did I just save the wrong person?"
He ignored the maid and scanned the house to see if anyone else was still alive.
The maid called out to him, revealing that her boss had a basement where slaves were kept.
Farrel stopped and asked her to show him the way.
The maid wiped herself with her clothes and walked professionally, leading him to the basement.
Inside, there were many young slave girls and women who had been raped and imprisoned when they were no longer "entertaining."
Farrel ordered the maid to release all of them.
The maid bowed and began walking to each cell, unlocking them one by one. The fear in the eyes of the captives was evident, their spirits seemingly broken, as if they had lost all hope for life.
Farrel instructed the maid to take her boss's money and distribute it among the freed slaves, so they at least had some means to return to their hometowns.
The maid understood the assignment. Before Farrel could leave, she tightly grabbed his hand.
"Can you take me as your personal servant? I can do any job for you, even... night service. I'm still a virgin—today was my first day."
Farrel was shocked by her request, but her eyes held a strange intensity, glowing with a reddish hue, and her fearless demeanor suggested she wasn't afraid of death.
After a moment of thought, Farrel made a decision. He handed her a key to his secret house in town and instructed her to take care of it.
"I will come back once a week to that house. Just make sure it's clean."
With that, he vanished from the mansion.