Claimed by the Prince of Darkness

Chapter 101: Clipped Wings

Mr. Belmont hunched his back, his good hand clutching the broken wrist that had been forced backward. The joint screamed with white-hot pain and his vision swam with dark spots. He had been struck before by debt collectors but never like this! His wrist throbbed violently and was beginning to swell.

"W–what is wrong with you?!" Mr. Belmont wheezed through clenched teeth. "You broke my... my hand!"

He staggered, nearly losing his footing and only then remembered his cane lying beside the chair. He was going to reach for it—

"Do it."

There was a sinister calmness in Lucian’s voice that made Mr. Belmont freeze.

"I w—will report you!" Mr. Belmont snapped. Tears appeared in his eyes from the pain. "You broke my wrist! You think you can get away with this? I will have you thrown into a cell—I will—"

"What will you report me for?" Lucian asked as he glanced down at the deeds in his hand. "For attacking me first when I was only defending myself?"

Mr. Belmont opened his mouth but nothing came out. He suddenly became aware of how the men in the room wore stiff expressions, and no one looked eager to side with him.

Used to feeding his ego rather than his sense, Mr. Belmont grabbed the cane out of habit. He raised the cane to hit Lucian, but at the same time he noticed the man’s eyes shift from black to red.

Lucian’s fingers wrapped around Harold’s good hand and he murmured, "You seem fond of learning things the hard way."

Harold Belmont realised the danger, his mouth opening to shout, when Lucian’s fingers squeezed his hand harshly. The bones didn’t just break, but powdered in some parts from the pressure.

If people didn’t hear it before, they heard it loud and clear now.

Mr. Belmont screamed as his second hand gave way, pain detonating through his arms so violently that his knees buckled and he collapsed to the floor.

"W–why? Who are y–you?!" Mr. Belmont demanded hoarsely.

Lucian tilted his head and asked, "Does it matter?"

he wanted to dissect, and

that he couldn’t use anymore. Before the vampire could kill him, he

The dirty blond-haired man who had played at the

truly wishes to watch an insect suffer, one does not crush it

would blame herself if something

Sawyer, who had pretended to be the local man named Jay at the table. Sawyer jerked his chin toward the

Lucian replied without

you think

"She will eventually find out. But she does

a man’s hoarse voice tore

the house,

his hands pulsing relentlessly as he held them close to his chest, afraid to let them

foyer, irritation already

waited for you and

words faltered when she noticed him cradle his hands, which were twisted unnaturally inward. She questioned alarmed, "What

over his shoulder. "Get

the door shut behind them with his leg. He turned to

it. Lock the door, the

collectors chase you again?" Mrs. Belmont stared

later!" He jerked his head to the door. "Just do it—lock the house! And keep the cabinet over the

into a thin line, but she complied by locking and pushing the cabinet against the door. When she returned, her gaze

this to

another wave of pain washed over him. "It was a vampire. A damned one. He tricked me

drained from Mrs. Belmont’s face. Her eyes narrowed she whispered, "Did you

that—" His wife suddenly grabbed him by the front of his coat and shook him hard. He cried out in pain and moved back, clutching his hands to his chest.

though seeing a stranger wearing her husband’s face. "Where did you think we were going to

grow