Vampire in marvel

"You know, I don't take pleasure in doing this, right?" I said, twirling a small object in my hand. My voice echoed in the dimly lit room, directed at the man tied to the chair with thick ropes. Blood dripped from his body, pooling onto the cold concrete floor. If the man had eyes, he might have searched for a way to escape — but unfortunately for him, his eyes were no longer with him. They were with me.

The man had been enjoying his day when he was suddenly attacked and knocked unconscious. When he woke up, he couldn't see or speak; his mouth was stuffed with crumpled newspaper, muffling any attempt at communication.

"Mmh... aha... uh..." The man in the chair tried desperately to say something, but his words emerged as nothing more than wet, guttural noises. Despite his struggle, the sound was enough to draw my attention. I stopped playing with his eyes, letting them roll across my gloved palm, and turned to face him fully.

Slowly, I opened my mouth to speak. "You're probably wondering why I'm doing this to you — or even who I am." I tossed the man's eyes into the air and caught them, the corners of my lips curling into a twisted smile. "But fear not. I'll answer all your questions. Why, you may ask?" My voice dripped with mock enthusiasm, savoring every word as if tormenting him was a game.

"Because I know exactly what kind of scum you are," I said, my voice lowering, a sharp edge of fury slipping into the last words. The room fell silent except for the steady drip of blood and the man's ragged breathing, as he squirmed in his restraints — the true horror of his situation finally settling in.

"who do you work for ?" he gasped for breath.

I slowly brought my right hand to his finger and then—

Crack!

I broke one of his fingers, and before he could even scream, I covered his mouth with my hand. I looked directly into his eyes—or rather, where they should have been if I hadn't removed them—and spoke.

"Listen here, you cockroach. Answer my question immediately, and I might consider letting you go," I said in a voice full of joy.

But in reality, I had no intention of setting him free. Once I got the information I needed, I would kill him. And if the information turned out to be false, then I wouldn't have lost anything anyway.

"Hahahaha!" he laughed—then suddenly, he died.

I stood up and extended my leg, kicking the tied-up corpse with full force, sending his body flying like a ragdoll in anger .

"Another failure," I muttered, as a dark, raven-like door materialized a few feet away from me.

I walked a few feet toward the door and placed my hand on the handle, which was made of black bone. Twisting it, I opened the door to reveal a dimly lit room. A few candles provided soft lighting, casting flickering shadows across the space. In the center of the room stood a medieval-looking chair with a small table beside it, adorned with a freshly made cake and a steaming cup of tea. Standing next to it was my dear companion, the wendigo, whom I had decided to name.

I made my way toward him, moving with calm precision—not too hurried, not too slow—and took a seat in the chair. I dismissed the mask and gauntlets, setting them aside, and reached for the cake. To my surprise, the cake was delicious. It seemed the wendigo wasn't entirely useless in the cooking department after all.

I glanced at him from the corner of my eye and said, "There's a body over there. Go bring it, and you can eat it here."

He looked at me for a few seconds before bowing his head in acknowledgment and making his way toward the door.

This place was a great addition to my arsenal of growing weapons—[Sanctum of Night] and [Door of Ravens]. I had obtained these two after completing missions and hunting down bad people.

Now, I was also close to finishing the five-million mission. I only needed one million more, and then it would finally be complete.

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