Exercise in Futility

OOC- WARNING!! WARNING!! WARNING!! MATURE CONTENT! IF YOU ARE WEAK-WILLED, WEAK-STOMACHED, OR OTHERWISE TOO PURE FOR THIS WORLD, TAKE CAUTION WHEN READING THIS. Alright...you've been warned. Enjoy ^_^

Thierri stepped forward as Orpheus's daughter, Ysabelon, took her father's mangled hand and held it against her chest, tears streaming down her cheeks at the overload of terror that had gripped their cabin this night. Seeing the baron's son, Audemar, shift to put himself between the advancing werebear and his quarry, Thierri grabbed the boy by the front of his shirt and picked him up in the air. Seeing Orpheus's eyes widen behind the boy, Thierri grinned before throwing the boy to the ground and bringing his foot down hard on the boy's ankle. Feeling the bones snap underneath his foot, he held eye contact with the baron as his son let out a high-pitched, gurgling scream. Spinning the boy around so that his face was directed towards the baron, Thierri shot a glance to Christopher, the last survivng adviser, and snorted when he saw the man on his knees with his nose pressed against the floor. It seemed in his time of horror, he was reverting back to his religious ways in an attempt to escape.

Smiling as he turned his gaze back to the baron, he brought his right hand to Audemar's jaw as his left held his wrists behind his back. Looking over the boy's head with a smile, Thierri spoke in a calm voice, "I only ask you one thing, Orpheus. Who killed my father?" Seeing the baron hesitate to answer, Thierri squeezed his hand around the boy's jaw and crushed the bone like an overcooked piece of bread. Feeling the bone give out after little resistance, he raised his voice to be heard over the boy's screaming, "Do you enjoy seeing your children in pain, Orpheus? I ask you a simple question and yet you stay silent." Moving his mouth to the boy's ear, he spoke, "Do you hear that Audemar? Daddy doesn't care how much you hurt, he is only worried about his own skin."

Lifting his head to stare into Orpheus's eyes, he took a quick step forward before bellowing, "Tell me!! You God forsaken cur, tell me and his suffering will end!" Seeing the baron close his eyes and bring his good hand up to wipe away a trail of tears, Thierri scoffed in disgust before throwing the boy to the ground and walking over to the cooking pot that Orpheus's wife had so dutifully been tending to. Lifting it from the fire, he ignored the burning pain in his hands as he carried it over and set it down beside the boy's legs. Looking down at the boy where he lay with his hands caressing his destroyed jaw, Thierri raised his gaze to Orpheus before smiling as he spoke, "I don't know what you fear, but you will tell me." Kneeling down abruptly, he pulled Audemar's tunic up before placing a large hand on the boy's abdomen. Clenching his fingers and taking hold of the skin, he braced his left hand on the boy's ribcage before jerking his right hand up and ripping the flesh off to expose the internal organs underneath.

Fishing his left hand through the ropes of intestines, he glared at the boy as he brought his arms down in a futile effort to ward off the invasion. Making a fist, he struck the boy in the temple, knocking him out cold where his hands would then fall across his chest. Turning his gaze back to the horrified faces of the baron and the other two, he reached a hand up to the edge of the cooking pot and pulled himself to his feet. Tilting the pot over, he watched the baron's face as the boiling liquid poured into his unconscious son's internal cavity. Despite being knocked out and unable to protest physically, the boy let out a strangled scream as his eyes shot open and his head jerked off the ground. Just as quickly as he had risen up, the boy truly fell back to the ground, his eyes shutting slowly as the smell of cooking meat filled the small room.

Stepping over the body of the boy, he made his way over to the corner and took hold of the horrified baron by his right arm. Pulling him towards his son, Thierri felt Ysabelon grab at his arms in a futile attempt to keep him from taking her father. Growling deeply, he threw the man to the ground before rounding on the young girl and grabbing her by both arms just below the shoulders. Lifting her from the ground, his eyes shot back to the cooking pot that was still two-thirds full. Carrying her over, he lifted her up and dropped her into the scalding liquid. She tried to fight her way back out, but he quickly stopped her by taking each arm into his hand individually and breaking her elbows backwards. Raising his voice over the sounds of her screaming, He smiled before walking over to the two men and speaking, "Are you my father's killers?"

Seeing Christopher shake his head before shrinking back into the wall as he realized his mistake of drawing attention to himself, Thierri chuckled deeply and bucked towards the man, stopping short with a delighted cackle as the man let out a squeak before running away as far as he could with the wall behind him. Glancing over as he saw the girl go still and fall further into the pot, her skin blistering up from heat exposure. Grabbing Orpheus by the shirt, he drug the paralyzed man over to his son and laid him down beside the cooking corpse. Kneeling down between them, Thierri began pulling thick, cooked ropes of intestine from the boy's abdomen as he spoke in a voice that would have been better fit at a dinner party, "So, Orpheus. Christopher here let the cat out of the bag. Neither of you are the assassin, but, I know that you know who it was. Every one before your pointed along the trail of diplomats, getting closer and closer to the truth with each clue. You were the highest ranking of them all, so you have to know the truth."

Taking the length of intestine, he shot a glare towards Christopher before pulling Orpheus's jaw open with his free hand. Smiling as the man tried to resist the hand on his face, he began force feeding the intestine down his throat. Shoving it as far down as he could, he felt the shit squeeze out of it before it smeared across Orpheus's face. Seeing the man fighting the urge to swallow the fetid meat but also fighting to breathe, he scoffed as he saw the man still had the urge to live even as his life came crumbling down before him. Standing up, he stepped on the man's stomach as he walked over to Christopher, squatting before the cowering man and wiping his hands off on his tunic. Seeing the man try to turn his head from him and close his eyes, Thierri grabbed the man by the jaw quickly and turned his head towards him as he spoke, "You can't hide from me, boy. I'm here and I'm real. Now, you will tell me the assassin's name if you want to live."

From behind him came a strangled voice as Orpheus had managed to swallow the abomination in his mouth in order to speak, "Don't you say a word, Christopher. You know what Thalia will do if you tell. Do you know what I will do to you if you tell?"

Grinning as he stood up, Thierri walked back over to the father lying on the ground. Stopping with his feet on either side of him, Thierri tilted his head and asked in a quizzical voice, "Ready for your second course, are we Orpheus? Coming right up." Reaching over blindly, he pulled the boy's liver out and held it above the man. Tossing it between his hands, he narrowed his eyes before driving it into Orpheus's mouth, lodging it half-way down his throat before standing and walking back over to Christopher. Squatting down in front of the man, he wiped his hands off again on the coward's shirt before speaking, "Now, where were we? Oh yes. You were going to tell me who the assassin was." Hearing muffled screams from across the room and seeing Christopher's eyes turn in that direction, Thierri slapped the man across the face before driving his head forward to press his forehead firmly against the man's before growling out, "Do not worry about tomorrow when you are not guaranteed a single minute. Now, TELL ME!! The assassin, which one was it."

Seeing the man jerk back as he scream before bringing his hands to his eyes, Thierri was preparing to kill the man when suddenly he heard a muffled voice. Grabbing Christopher by the wrists, he pulled him into a seated position before pulling his hands down and speaking, "Say that again."

Christopher had tears running down his cheeks and snot collecting on his upper lip, but he mustered the courage to speak clearly this time, "Sofiko Davitaia. Her name was Sofiko Davitaia. She lived in the capital, and had a large stable with many great steeds. Her favorite, the one she spoke of most and that she had with her, Enyo, was a great midnight black mare. She was golden haired and slim, much like a willow tree. Now please, that is all I know. I saw it with my own eyes, she killed your father, not me. Please, let me go. I will not speak of you or your deeds. I will disappear, please, just let me go."

Looking down at the man with a look of disgust, he stood up and glanced over at Orpheus. The liver of his son was still wedged down his throat and his skin had taken on a gray pallor. Walking over, he pressed his heel against his temple and stepped down, crushing the baron's skull to insure that he was actually dead. Turning back to the lone survivor in the room, Thierri narrowed his eyes before speaking, "Let it be known that I am coming. Let the assassin hear over the voices of the wind that her end is near. Let it be known that the Timber Crag Kingdom will not rest until the Queendom of Dalen is wiped from the map. Her forges burn hot as we speak and her parade grounds thunder with the feet of one hundred thousand soldiers ready to march."