Release That Succubus



"STOOOOP!!" yelled Luke in an attempt to stop the jailers from hitting Marico who had only just recovered from his long time illness and probably still had a weak body.

"What the hell do you people think you are doing?"

The jailers already knew that they were doing an illegal task at the behest of their superior officers but they didn't dare to decline the orders. Moreover, they had been reassured that no one other than the trusted cops would be allowed to enter the police station today. And yet a man had barged into the holding cells and had witnessed everything. They felt intimidated by the blazing aura around the man as if a fierce beast had been let loose.

Moreover, the sword in the young man's hand was the source of the greatest intimidation. They didn't have the guts to continue with their superior's orders and hid the batons behind their backs.

Marico looked alright and all the injuries on his body were bruises and superficial injuries. It seemed that Luke had made it in time before they could do much to him.

Marico's torturers kept looking between the young prince and a tall looking middle aged man with a scraggly beard who seemed to be their superior officer. The prince's words were like chokers around their necks while the gaze of the tall middle aged man induced terror in their very souls.

Before they could turn to ask the tall middle aged man for further instructions based on the new developments, the man began to yell at the jailers like they were worthless worms corrupting the environment with their presence.

"What did I tell you? Just a kid has scared you out of your pants. If I don't see every one of you carrying out my orders in the next five seconds, you can start looking for another job; that is if you get the chance."

"But Warden, that young man…he is a prince of the royal family…we mi-" A jailer tried to explain logic to the tall middle aged man who seemed to be the warden of the prison but the warden only glared at him to halt his words midway. The warden was probably a very intimidating man considering the responses of the jailers when confronting him.

"Do you think I am joking? Then let me repeat myself in all seriousness. If you don't carry out my orders now, leave your badge here and get lost this instant. Wait at home for disobeying your direct superior." The warden threatened the jailers again and this time the threat was quite substantial.

The jailers who had been torturing Marico in the cell couldn't help it and began to rain down batons on Marico's fragile body. He screamed in pain but the stubbornness in his eyes didn't vanish.

One of the jailers who were trying to outdo the others brought out a short sword that was no larger than a dagger and had a blade as thin as a rapier. He seemed to have hidden it underneath his clothes to bring it into the prison cells.

As he began to advance towards Marico with that short sword in hand, Luke finally couldn't wait any longer. Before that jailer could even scratch Marico with his sharp weapon, Luke stepped forward and landed a heavy swing of his heavy short sword on his right shoulder cleaving a major portion of his sword. Several bone crunching sounds were also heard as the blade of the sword made contact with his body. It was obvious that several of the jailer's ribs were now broken.

A single strike from Luke's sword brought down one of the jailer as he lay there in his own pool of blood while the rest of the jailers backed off in a hurry. They didn't want this monster to unleash its anger on them as well. They still had families to take care of and had a full life ahead of them.

The jailers even threw down their weapons in order to avoid incurring Luke's wrath. Even if they wanted to, they couldn't attack Luke because he was the scion of the royal family. As such they could only look towards the warden for justice because they had only been following his orders.

The warden noticed the lingering gazes on him and knew he needed to do something to keep the situation from getting out of hand.

"How dare you interfere with official police business? Just because you are a prince doesn't give you the right to kill anyone you want. You must be held accountable today otherwise you will turn into a plague for this nation; prince or not. I will personally make sure of that." The warden was fuming like a raging bull by the end of his long rebuke.

"But to hold me accountable you will have to answer for your own crime as well. Not even the police can torture the civilians by pushing them into jail cells on allegations that are yet to be proven."

Luke's words caused the warden's eyes to narrow into a slit. Although he felt threatened slightly, the larger portion of his mind was taken over by his fury. He seethed in anger as he glared at Luke with all his might.

"I am willing to admit to my crime and take responsibility but do you have the guts to admit to the illegal torture that was being carried out under your orders in your own prison. I don't think you have what it takes because you are a pretty little puppet that dances on the rhythm of someone else but still wants to feel powerful."

Luke noticed the change in expression of the warden and continued with his threat as he shamed him in front of his subordinates without stopping. He wanted to provoke the warden into attacking him so he would have a reason to eliminate him or at least to condemn him for attacking a member of the royal family.

Unfortunately, just as he was about to pull on his sword, the police captain that Luke recognized as Andy, the leading figure who arrested Marico, came forward and held onto the warden's outstretched hand.