Hellbound: Rebirth Of The Strongest Slayer.

Chapter 90 90: Red drinks (2)

Even though Selene's last words came out almost as a whisper, every single woman heard her.

And they understood.

All eight pairs of eyes widened in horror as the meaning finally sank in.

Blood.

He was drinking blood.

The angel sitting before them no longer looked angelic. The charm, the elegance, the devastating beauty. It all twisted.

Now he looked evil.

Satanic.

One of the women began trembling uncontrollably. She had already watched Ricu slit her friend's throat earlier. She had swallowed that terror. Forced it down.

But this?

This was insanity.

Her gaze drifted to the rows of red filled bottles lining the bar. Hundreds of them. Glass after glass after glass.

How many women had been drained to fill that?

How many screams had been swallowed by these walls?

Her heart felt like it was about to stop.

Slowly, she turned back to the man.

He was still reading.

Calm.

Unbothered.

His hand lifted the glass again.

He drank deeply.

Not a sip.

A gulp.

Thick red liquid sliding down his throat with ease.

The woman broke.

A scream tore out of her.

Raw. High. Shattered.

Absolute terror.

The man's page stopped mid turn.

His expression darkened slightly.

He snapped his fingers.

The sound echoed like a gunshot.

The screaming woman was lifted violently into the air. Her feet left the ground as if gravity had been erased. She floated toward him, stopping two meters away.

He did not even stand.

He merely shifted his gaze from the book to her face.

She froze under that look.

Her mind was screaming.

"What did I tell you earlier?" he asked calmly.

He had warned them.

Silence.

No noise.

Do not disturb his reading.

And she had screamed.

Tears streamed down her face.

"Please. Please spare me," she choked out.

Too late.

"You new ones do not know your place," he said mildly. "I suppose I will be making more drinks for myself."

He lowered his eyes back to the book.

To an outsider, it might have looked like he had ignored her.

Spared her.

What happened next froze even Selene's blood.

The woman began to convulse midair. Violently. Her body shaking as if invisible hooks were tearing through her veins.

Then it started.

Blood poured out.

From her eyes.

Her nose.

Her mouth.

Her ears.

Every opening.

It streamed out of her in horrifying torrents. Not splashing to the floor. Not staining the air.

It moved with purpose.

Empty bottles rose from the shelves.

They floated around her.

And the blood flowed into them perfectly.

Not a drop wasted.

Bottle after bottle filled to the brim.

Sealed themselves.

Then drifted calmly back to the bar, lining up neatly beside the others.

The efficiency would have been impressive.

If not for the corpse hovering in front of them.

Her body shriveled in seconds. Skin clinging to bone. Hollow. Dry. Lifeless.

Her eyes turned empty.

Dead.

Drained.

A side window creaked open.

The husk of what used to be a woman was flung outside like trash.

Discarded.

Throughout all of it, the scavenger leader never stood.

Never chanted.

Never moved beyond turning a page and sipping from his glass.

It was as if he had done everything with his mind alone.

Only his mind.

Selene's brows furrowed.

Her heart was pounding now. Fast. Hard.

Just what kind of power does he wield?

This was not ordinary strength.

This was vast.

Overwhelming.

Her body reacted instinctively, a subtle tremor running through her limbs.

For the first time, a crack formed in her certainty.

Her plans.

Her revenge.

Killing him.

It suddenly felt impossible.

This being before them did not feel killable.

He felt absolute.

Her chest tightened.

But then her jaw hardened.

No.

She would not give up.

Even if he was a devil.

Even if he was a god.

She would still find a way to kill him.

If she charged at him blindly right now, she would end up exactly like that woman.

Floating.

Drained.

Thrown out like trash.

No.

She had to wait.

Attack only when his blind spot opened.

If he even had one.

Selene adjusted her plan instantly. Her mind moved fast, calculating scenario after scenario, mapping out reactions, escape routes, killing angles. Every breath she took was preparation.

Her gaze sharpened as the man rose from his seat.

All of them jolted as if struck by a live wire.

None of them knew what a live wire truly felt like, but whatever just ran through their bodies told them it was not something meant to be touched.

Sweat coated their skin. Hearts pounded violently.

Who would he choose next?

His eyes swept over them slowly, deliberately.

Then he spoke, voice calm and smooth, as if he had not just drained a woman dry minutes ago.

"I will go take a shower," he said. "Get ready to warm me up when I return. After all, you are my concubines."

And he left.

They blinked in unison.

That was not what they expected.

Would he just use them as sex slaves and let them live?

Or would he use them first… then turn them into drinks?

Both options were disgusting.

But if they had to choose, they would rather cling to the first.

Selene did not want either.

Her eyes were distant, locked on the war inside her head.

She could not see herself winning against this monster. This being felt beyond human. The way he controlled everything around him with a mere thought spoke volumes about his level.

To catch him off guard would be nearly impossible.

Still.

There had to be a chance.

There had to be a moment.

That was all she needed.

That was her prayer now.

Let that moment come.

Or she was dead.

He returned far sooner than she wanted.

The door opened.

And without wasting a second, he called one of them forward.

"You. Enter."

The chosen woman moved on trembling legs into the large bedroom.

He followed.

The remaining seven stood frozen in the main chamber, not daring to make a sound.

The act began almost immediately.

Moans filled the air.

Loud.

Shameless.

Overflowing with pleasure so intense it felt unreal.

Some of the women outside felt their bodies react against their will. Heat crept into their skin. It was sickening.

It went on for over a minute.

Inside, he pulled her close and kissed her.

A long kiss.

Intimate.

Then everything changed.

The moaning stopped.

A scream ripped out instead.

Muffled by his mouth.

The aura in the room tripled in weight. The air itself felt suffocating. The women outside felt their skin crawl, every hair standing on end.

Inside, her blood began to dry up at an insane pace.

Seconds later, a body floated out from the bedroom.

The same woman who had entered.

Except she was no longer whole.

She was shriveled.

Drained even more thoroughly than the first one.

A hollow husk.

If they had not seen it with their own eyes, they would have sworn it impossible.

The corpse drifted toward the window.

And was thrown out.

Just like the first.

Tears rolled down the remaining women's faces.

If they made noise, they would become drinks.

If they entered his bed, they would still die.

Just differently.

From inside the bedroom, his voice echoed out again.

"Enter."

Simple.

Commanding.

None of them moved.

None of them wanted to.