Dungeon of Niflheim

Chapter 663 Kalia's final fate

The next day Frost was down in the Dungeon's prison enjoying some festivities.

"Ahhhhh!"

"Please no more!!"

"Kill Me!!!"

Anguished wails from the people that tried to kill Nanna echoed throughout the prison, mentally scarring the residents patiently awaiting their turn.

Frost stood in the prime torture chamber with an ever growing smile, relishing in their screams as if they were a revitalising tonic.

His focus however was primarily directed at a certain woman who was currently strapped to a chair as a ronso methodically carved up her skin and broke each and every one of her small bones.

This woman who's screams were several octaves louder than her companions thanks to the ronso's methodology as well as a certain poison that flowed through her veins was Kalia the second in command of the assassination squad as well as the most hated enemy of the Ranullia Queendom.

Her torture today was at a higher level than usual and was personally supervised by Frost because today was set to be her last. Once this final round was complete her head would be severed from her body and handed to Maressa and her sisters who had returned last night after achieving their goal the Glacial mountains.

They're arrival in the dead of night went unnoticed by most but Frost and his officers were immediately notified. Khuno especially rushed to greet the lead amazonian woman, he'd missed her quite dearly during the time she was gone.

Maressa had awoken a fierce flame within his body that without her touch threatened to overwhelm him.

Thankfully Maressa's longing was no less than Khuno's, the two lovers absconded to a hotel the very instant they reunited leaving the remaining three sisters and the ronso guards to pick up the slack in their absence.

Upon hearing news of their arrival and the sudden occupation of his left arm Frost sighed before donning a grin filled with malicious intentions.

"Prepare Kalia and her comrades for their final farewell." He spoke these words and moments later Kalia along with two of her companions were strapped down and made ready for their last few hours at life.

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"It's like music to my ears my dear assassins. Did you ever think that by accepting your most recent job that you'd ever end up in a situation like this. A position where you have no control, forced to suffer agonising torture day in day out with no knowledge of when it'll end." Frost's words were spoken with maddened joy that pierced straight into the hearts of his three guests.

Their work was always dirty, kill some targets get paid, kidnap and torture someone get paid, steal something and kill the owners, get paid. Simple terms but only now did they truly understand the possible consequences. Death wasn't scary to them, but this was.

They could be hunted for revenge even imprisoned for life both things they could ultimately accept but this, this was demonic. Even hardened criminals like them balked at the mere thought of what Frost had done to them over the past few weeks.

The pain was never-ending and always growing in complexity, they felt fear and dread towards this young elf all the way down to their very souls.

Making enemies and hated foes was all well and good but one should never make a madman their enemy as the carnage they could erupt upon you would show no restraint.

In their eyes Frost was worse than a devil, a beast that felt immense pleasure from the suffering of others.

This was actually true but that pleasurable feeling was only ever attached to his enemies, he took care of his friends and those he deemed his own rather well. The kind of man who would repay kindness with kindness and evil with even greater evil.

"P…Please…" Kalia with her body carved up to the point that it was no longer recognisable, a bloody husk of mangled flesh stuttered in agony, begging for mercy.

"Hehehehe you want me to stop right, to end your suffering, to put you out of your pathetic misery right?" Frost stepped forward bringing his face inches next to Kalia's. He could see into the depths of her soul, the pain, the anguish, the unending fear and the last flicker of hope.

Kalia nodded her head before continuing. "Isn't…this enough?" All they did was try to assassinate someone, it would have even been a quick death, painless perhaps even humane. Did they really deserve this level of unethical treatment.

Kalia was an evil woman but even if she calculated every single crime under her belt this degree of punishment still felt a bit much.

In response to her plea Frost was silent for a few seconds. He watched as the flicker of hope in Kalia's eyes grew a little before allowing his smile to stretch.

"Perhaps it can be considered a bit much given how in the end you failed in your attempt."

"…Then?" The flicker expanded like a blazing sun, a long needed sense of relief supporting her pain addled body.

Crack!

"Ahhhh!!!" The moment that sense of hope and relief was at its greatest Frost reached out with his right hand and crushed her left shoulder blade like it was an eggshell.

"Unfortunately for you I'm nowhere near finished with you Kalia. Your crimes and actions may not warrant such treatment among society but when have I ever cared about what society thinks hehehehe.

You can simply blame your bad luck, for your suffering is just beginning Kalia, do it!" With his eyes emitting bloodlust and his aura leaking from his body, pressing down on the three assassins Frost gave an order to one of the ronso guards by his side.

"Yes master." A moment later that guard withdrew his halberd and thrust it into chest of one of assassins. The power behind the thrust pulverised the man's heart instantly. The assassin felt but a rush of intense pain, then a chill before darkness overwhelmed him, he died.

Kalia who was pinned in place watched in horror as well as confusion. Death was something one naturally feared but if continuing to live far more unbearable then death was a blessing.

Frost had just said that their suffering was just beginning so why was he killing one of them? Kalia did not understand but her instincts were screaming that something truly awful was about to happen….and she was right.

Once the deed was done Frost removed himself from Kalia and walked over to the now deceased assassin with a look of interest and perhaps expectation.

'This better work Agar.' He retrieved from his storage ring a scroll filled with dark ink and intricate symbols that gave off a feeling of death. Frost held within his hands a scroll of [create undead] that he'd bought from Agar several weeks ago in preparation for this day.

As previously instructed by his younger brother Frost filled the scroll with his mana causing it to hum to life. The intricate black runes came to life with the injection of mana and once reaching maximum capacity they floated off the scroll and formed a magic circle at the base of the deceased assassin.

Kalia visibly trembled at the sight, knowing full well what Frost intended to do.

"No!...No!...God please no!." She screamed and writhed against her straps, exacerbating her already substantial injuries but a troll witchdoctor quickly moved beside her, preventing her from moving too much and seeing to her current injuries, they couldn't have her killing herself, Frost would never allow such a mercy.

"Rise and serve me again in death." As if playing fully into a certain character Frost even spoke the cheesy line Agar expressly mentioned finding it quite suitable for the occasion. Thankfully a certain Fenrir and Orc succubus wasn't present to rain on his parade.

Following his words the magic circle fully activated. The deceased assassin's body twitched as though being animated by electricity then the image of a ghost, a fraction of their fragmenting soul became visible above their corpse.

Black light that contained the intricacies of the death element as well as Frost's own mana thus latched onto these fragments forming a brand-new albeit far weaker soul which then took over the trembling corpse.

A moment later the corpse started flailing around as though possessed but eventually it calmed down moving more naturally. The assassin's eyes which were previously blue were now a solid black.

The corpse had been successfully reanimated becoming an undead monster fully under Frost control.

"Hahahahaha perfect, though far weaker than before it'll be able to serve its debt even in death." Frost bellowed with laughter, his eyes glinting with fanaticism as he successfully used magic from another element for the first time.

Kalia repeatedly shook her head as she attempted to back away from Frost, her fear levels skyrocketing. Alas her fate was already set.

With an evil smile Frost forced Kalia to watch him turn the other assassin into an undead puppet before finally moving onto her.

"Any last words?"

There were tears in Kalia's eyes as her 'death' was finally before her.

"…I…" Frost didn't let her finish before lopping off her head with his glaive. Why did he have to give her any piece of mind in her final moments.

Just like the earlier two Kalia was reanimated as an undead monster albeit missing her head in comparison to her two comrades.

"Prepare the head for transport, as for these three. Leave them in the prison as warnings for our current guests."

"By your will."