Casta, the sweet sister spoke up," Guys! This is our beloved brother, we have shown our love yet he rejects it. Karma has come ,hold hands and let us pray."
Evan was confused, but they all held hands and bowed their heads in prayer. After a while , the confident steps of their mothers' echoed down the hall.
They moved with elegance yet arrogant confidence. The moment they stepped into the training grounds, their children left, casting Evan pitying glances.
Why? These beautiful demons, were incharge of torturing any who threatened the family or the Duke.
And there has been and abundance of them since they learned of the 3rd Duchess' death, so they had a lot of work.
And they needed to unwind. They summoned their signature ' not- tortur, fun' stuff out of thin air.
The blue head had her whip, the red head held a crystalline white staff adorned with a red ruby and runic engravings while the green head had a green rapier,pulsing faintly with mana.
"Yo trash, you dared try to defile my daughter, didn't you? I'm linient but you pushed it too far," said the blue head in her angelic voice.
" Job's hard and I'm hanging by a thread. Will be fun to unwind," said the green head in a soft voice, clearly audible though.
" I hear you. What better way than take it all out on the idiot who killed our sister," the red head said in a honeyed voice laced with blood lust.
No introductions needed, lightning crackled , and the lightning covered whip tore through the air at imaginable speed.
It hit Evan square in the chest. He felt as if a truck run over him. Wind blades came next, cutting his skin like a hit knife through butter.
They hit , no, cut him everywhere especially his chest, landing heavy blows. His consciousness flickered but a solid fireball to his chest.
Jolted his consciousness back.His still already charred, electrocuted and cut was stil mercilessly fried by the sun.
He considered staying there and dying, taking another shot at reincarnation, but would they allow that? Nope.
The green head tossed him a healing potion which he knowingly ignored. She moved at the speed of light and pried open his mouth.
She made him down the potion in one go, then moved back just as a fire lance hit his most prized possession.
He felt like they cracked making his eyes water as another , then another bombarded him.
He was tossed another healing potion which he drank greedily and was happy it worked. He noticed that he still hadn't been attacked.
He subconsciously looked , only one thought came to mind,' Yep, I ain't surviving.'
It was not a joke. The sky was filled with fire balls ,fire arrows , lances, tornadoes and at the very end was a ...
A literal fire dragon. Talk about cliché. And if that wasn't enough, visible wind based attacks were seen weaving around with deadly precision.
Yeah, was this enough, nope. All of them had lightning coursing visibly through and around them.
Then, hell rained. It would have been batter if it was an AoE attack but it homed in on him.
Basic attacks first , which burnt him through and through,but the damned healing potion still wasn't done.
The firenadoes and hurricanes combined into a giant swirling mass of fire and pain. He was raveged around in their as wind knocked him left from right.
Evan could not even think straight but what rang was,' worse...than...pain...'
The dude was hit from all possible angles but the stubborn healing potion would not let him be.
It slowly died down, letting him fall like a feather. There was not a shred of clothing, no, of the sack he had.
As soon as he touched the ground, his eyes focused forward which was upwards. He saw the dragon coming at him at terrifying speeds.
When it was 10 metres above ground, it's massive flame tail hit Evan and tossed him towards a far wall like a broken rag doll.
Spider web- like cracks appeared but the dragon kept smacking him with its tail, while the others rained offensive magic like there was no tomorrow.
You might wonder how hasn't he even screamed despite the abuse at four years old. The answer is simple really.
They stopped his nerves from working. Whether they were severed, burnt, shocked they would regenerate , right?
As soon as they did the cycle instantly repeated.But the pain was there. It was too much that his voice box , didn't produce a sound, nor did the thought occur.
The dragon lifted Evan by its maw and carried him upwards, threatening to break the sound barrier.
Once it was well over 30 km above ground, it let him fall till he was 5km from the ground then chased after him.
Not to save him, but to shred him. For that moment his awareness returned and he screamed, dropping from this height without any gear never mind clothing was terrifying.
But having a fire dragon come at you with its maw open was , to sugarcoat, traumatizing. He screamed his lungs out asking for help but ...
*Boom* *Crack*
He hit the ground with a deafening boom, his bones, very audibly cracking. Then it came , the potion still worked but was losing its effectiveness.
While he was still in the air from the epic landing, the dragon slammed into him pushing him down with all the force and energy it gathered.
It ignited the floor below while it's over twenty metres body crashed down on him. It felt like your at the bottom of the ocean while a mountain is pressed against you while a nuke crashes on you through the mountain.
Even masochists of the greatest mental and physical fortitude would think twice never mind even consider it
Did they forget he is four years old?! If this doesn't break him, nothing will.
After the attack ended Evan could not feel literally anything. Sure the potion was working but he was practically melted at this point.
The blue head poured a healing potion on him, which hurt like hell excluding the final attack meant for annihilating continents, not a four year old like him.
And from what he saw, they weren't going all out, heck, that might be the weakest in their arsenal at different stages.
Later, he vaguely saw someone with silver hair pick him up and drop him on his dejected bed.
He tiredly fell asleep but not for long as he woke to the feeling of sudden presences entering his room.
Each of them held gifts enticing to a child with most being tantalising food. Evan lost himself in the gifts of his ' family ',of course, they left after giving empty apologies.
Evan didn't mind them for he knew, they needed him to heal. Though the love they showed was... new.
Evan wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and fell on his bed."Hope their nice tomorrow," Evan mumbled as he drifted into sleep.