Theodore didn’t care about the others, and he started to walk towards each of the cells before Odin quickly led him to the specific cell where the person for whom he had come was in there. For twenty years, he had let the man off the hook just because Lucy had believed in her husband, and Theodore didn’t want to break her thoughts.
He had lost twenty good years with Lucy, where she had deserved to be cherished, and instead of that, this demon had cheated and controlled her.
“This is the man you are looking for, Mr. Hosteler,” informed Odin, rechecking the name near the wall where the name was written.
Theodore watched the man behind the iron bars who looked bloody, not because he was beaten up, but it looked like his skin had peeled out and burnt, where steam could be seen escaping from his body.
“Tony Porter?” questioned Calhoun when his eyes fell on the name next to the cell.
Odin turned around and explained, “This man stole the vampire’s identity before turning himself to be the child of the Grivelle’s.”
Calhoun had been displeased when he had found Lucy’s body on the floor, worse when he found out it was Samuel who had killed her. His eyes narrowed as he stared at the man who was inside the cell. “If only I knew you were a demon. You hid it too well, Tony.”
Theodore glared at the demon, who slowly lifted his head to see who had come to meet him. The only person who came to see him every day were the hellhounds and the guards, who tortured him until he felt death hit over him, over and over again.
On seeing who it was, the demon glared at both Theodore as well as Calhoun. They stood there unscathed while he was burnt almost to his bone. But that didn’t stop him from smiling, where his face had patches of skin while most parts of the skin had been peeled out, where one could see his eyes protruding out as they looked at the visitors.
“Look who is here to meet me,” came the coarse voice of the demon, the smile widening on his face. “I am so important that you have taken the pain to come and see me,” he clicked his tongue and shook his head. “Poor Lucy, she had to die for betraying me and trying to leave me.”
“You are sicker than any person,” said Theodore, his eyes turning cold and distant.
Calhoun turned to look at Odin and asked, “How come he’s still in the condition to talk.”
“Um, it might be because he has a high resistance of pain or maybe he finished recovering from the punishment and needs to be dragged again to the boiling pot of hot liquid iron,” replied Odin.
The demon inside tried to get up, but his hand broke when he tried to put some force to stand. “How does it feel to not have the woman you love next to you?” questioned the demon with a snide.
Theodore stared at Samuel or Tony, watching how the demon tried to put up a face while it was quite evident that he was in severe pain and the cell room reeked of fear. Theodore had come here wanting to settle the score, but it wouldn’t change what had happened in the past, and the man was already reaping for his sins. His hands clenched into tight fists, and then he slowly let it go.
“It must have been a blow to your ego as she could never be yours because she was in love with me,” said Theodore while standing in front of the demon’s cell, facing him.
Hearing this, Tony’s face turned vile, and his eyes narrowed at Theodore.
Theodore didn’t want to get blood on his hands, and somewhere he felt it was unneeded. So he did what he was best at, and he smiled at the man, “What a pitiful life you had. I can imagine why you went woman to woman. I know you loved Lucy, but the way you loved…” he paused before continuing to say, “Lucy could never be yours. Pathetic demon who only ended up in Hell, an unloved child by his family and then by his wife and his servants. Even though we weren’t together…we are now. Lucy is very much alive, Tony.”
“That’s not possible,” laughed the demon. “I saw her die, waited there until I heard her breathing come to a stop so that you would never be able to have her. She couldn’t be mine completely, then she couldn’t be anyone else’s.”
But the faint smile on Theodore’s lips didn’t disappear, “Lucy is alive, breathing and we spent our time together today. How pitiful is that for you,” his voice fell low, and he saw Tony’s anger rise.
“You are lying!” shouted the demon behind bars.
Vladimir, who was watching this, snapped his fingers, and Tony’s face started to reconstruct back to his original form, and the gate of the cell opened. Theodore, who had previously thought not to enter the cell, now entered it. Tony tried to attack Theodore, but the latter quickly twisted and pushed Tony’s hand before pushing him against the wall.
While Theodore was inside the cell, Calhoun stood outside, turning to look at Vladimir and asked, “Where are Morganna and the others? I heard you brought them to sightsee the living world?”
Hearing this, a mischievous smile appeared on the Devil’s face.
Back inside the cell, Theodore thrashed Tony by punching him right into his stomach and then at his face. As much as Tony wanted to fight back, his arms were weak against the force Theodore used on him.
“She’s my wife! I was the one who married her! She is-” Tony was interrupted by Theodore’s fist, and the demon fell on the ground.
The anger that Theodore was inside him until now surfaced in his eyes, and he climbed on top of the demon and started to punch him over and over again and heard the bones in Tony’s face crack under his fist while they turned bloody.
Theodore didn’t stop until he heard the demon whimper in pain, trying to get away from his hold, which he didn’t loosen. The people in the adjacent cells could hear the sound that came from the cell where Tony was assigned, and the others who had personally met Theodore and Calhountried to cower away from the front side of their cells so that they wouldn’t fall to be the next victim.
Theodore punched Tony to the point where his face had not just disfigured, but he had squashed the demon’s head to the floor of the cell.
After a while, Calhoun and Theodore left Hell, and Odin stood in front of the cell with his head slightly tilted in concentration.
“What are you doing standing there like a fool?” questioned Vladimir, who had walked a couple of steps forward.
“Master, what are we going to do with this one? He seems like he doesn’t exist,” replied Odin.
“Let the Hellhounds eat him up,” said Vladimir nonchalantly and left the underground with his faithful servant.
