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?"

pureblooded vampire stared at the human on the ground like an insect that he wanted to dissect,

to get up but only slipped with his hands that he couldn’t use anymore. Before the vampire could kill him, he scrambled to his feet and fled out

blond-haired man who had played at the table earlier

truly wishes to watch an insect suffer, one does not crush it but clip its wings." Lucian’s gaze followed the echo of hurried footsteps fleeing into

thought, she would blame herself if something extreme

were being generous," the blond man remarked with a faint chuckle. Lucian turned to look at Sawyer, who had pretended to be the local man named

replied without

He asked, "Do you think she’ll be upset

moment. Then he said, "She will eventually find

away in the village, a man’s hoarse voice tore

toward the house,

pain in his hands pulsing relentlessly as he held them close

opened and Mrs. Belmont stepped into the foyer, irritation already sharpening her features. She snapped at

go, Harold? Caroline waited for

hands, which were twisted unnaturally inward. She questioned

Belmont gasped, glancing over

the door shut behind them with his

Lock the door,

Mrs. Belmont

the door. "Just do it—lock the house! And keep the cabinet

lips pressed into a thin line, but she complied by locking and pushing the cabinet against the door. When she returned, her gaze snapped back to his

did this to

him. "It was a vampire. A damned one. He tricked me

from Mrs. Belmont’s face. Her eyes narrowed she whispered,

hard. He cried out in

as though seeing a stranger wearing her husband’s face. "Where did you think we were going to live, Harold? You put

will grow bored and leave. I will think of something