Carnal Immortal-Chapter 406: Die
It's quite a sight seeing a powerful man like Carlile go down on his knees and start begging for mercy while making the ugliest face possible.
Tears are escaping from his bloodshot eyes, snot is flowing down from his nose, while he keeps his mouth wide open, continuing with his loud, ugly cry.
Carlile feels wronged because whatever he did to Shiana was before she even met Amon, so he shouldn't be blamed for it now. And that's why this hurts so much.
Feeling the injustice that has fallen upon him makes him angry, sad, scared, and many other intense emotions that go along with his current situation. He has no idea that he is feeling the same emotions that his poor victims felt when he forced them into similar situations.
He made wives and children cry bloody tears by killing their husbands and fathers, bringing great injustice upon them. He made innocent men drown in the depths of their own insanity by putting them in situations that would make anyone's heart ache.
And now Carlile is feeling the same. Sure, what Amon is doing to him is nowhere near the evil that Carlile has committed, but a narcissistic evil man like him always exaggerates how they are feeling.
Any wrong that befalls them feels to them like it's the greatest injustice that could happen.
Amon watches Carlile break down with a big smile on his face, deriving great amusement from his pathetic behavior.
He finds it so amusing that he wants to share it with other people.
"Turn the phone towards the one holding you at gunpoint, I want to see who it is," Amon says.
Hearing Amon's order, Carlile quickly turns his phone to show the one that's been assigned to handle Carlile and his family.
Amon sees a girl with beautiful brown skin wearing a tight body suit that only covers her breasts and her lower region, while the rest of her body has straps on top of straps, and each of those strap hold some kind of weapon that can be used to kill.
The girl has beautiful ember colored eyes and straight shoulder-length black hair. She is quite a looker.
The moment the girl sees Amon, she immediately bows her head down in respect and introduces herself.
"Your majesty! It's an honor you be in your presence. My name is Zenya. I am a member of the 144th assassin regiment, ranked 3rd," She says.
"Zenya huh?" Amon says, smiling.
Who would have thought that a simple thought, which he made while sitting in a bar, would go and to create the strongest empire on the planet with forces that could take over the entire world if he just said the word.
Through his thought, he started his empire over a thousand years ago, and now it has surmounted so much wealth and influence that it can make every world leader bend their knee.
This girl who he is looking at shouldn't even exist, but because of his thought, she is now a real person.
"Yes, your majesty! Thank you for saying my name, Your Majesty! It's an honor of ten lifetimes!" Zenya says with fanatic reverence.
Unlike Amon's personal girls, he has never interacted with Zenya, but from the looks of it, she is as fanatic as Megan or Caroline, well, maybe not as much as them, but it's still a lot.
To Zenya, Amon is the supreme ruler. Someone who controls the entire world. She grew up hearing about Amon and how great an existence he is. To her, he is god's incarnate.
So, being in his presence and being lucky enough to be someone whose name he has uttered, this is the biggest moment of Zenya's life.
Even Amon is surprised by how loyal Zenya is, but then again, he did make sure that everyone in his empire is absolutely loyal to him, so it should not be as surprising.
'I should really go and check out my own empire when I get the chance,' Amon thinks.
Though he created the empire with a thought, he never visited it in person. So, it would be a very nice experience to go there with some of his women.
"Take the phone out of his hand and start recording him," Amon orders next.
"As you wish, Sire~" Zenya says and takes Carlile's phone from his hand and starts filming him while he is still on his knees, begging for mercy.
Amon looks at Carlile and smiles.
"Good, hold it just like that," Amon says and looks at one of the mercenaries. "You, go and turn on that television," Amon orders.
The mercenary nods his head and immediately does as he is told. He turns on the TV.
Amon then leans forward and screen-casts the video call to the large TV screen, which gets everyone's attention.
The goons all turn their heads to look at the TV and see their big boss on the big screen with a black eye and some bruises on his face. He also has a very fresh cut inflicted on his right cheek, maybe a few minutes ago, because the blood oozing out of it still looks fresh.
The goons take a desperate, scared gulp, seeing their big boss in such a state. They did all this to impress this man, but it turns out even their big boss is nothing but a weak victim of Amon.
Danial, too, lifts his head and sees his father in a very sorry state. To him, this is the same man who held so much power that being his son made Danial feel invincible, but now he has finally witnessed with real power is like.
Because of him, his now very powerful dad doesn't look all that powerful anymore, but Danial doesn't feel any regret at this moment because of the words that came out of his father's mouth.
He now knows that his father doesn't love him.
"Give him your gun," Amon says to Zenya, who doesn't even question his order for a second.
She flips the gun, pointing its handle towards Carlile, signalling him to take the gun.
Carlile looks confused, seeing his attacker now handing her gun over to him.
"Take it," Amon says with a firm tone, making Carlile immediately jump into action from fear.
He grabs the gun with shaking hands and looks at the screen before him, confused as to what Amon wants from him.
Why hand him over a gun when he was already defeated and at the mercy of the woman before him? Now that he has a gun, wouldn't that give him a fighting chance?
"Don't think too hard, you are going to hurt your brain, and trust me, even with that gun in your hand, you won't be able to harm a single hair on that girl's head," Amon says, breaking Carlile's thoughts before any idea of resisting even takes root in his head.
Carlile feels nervous again as he looks at the girl holding the phone to his face. Even though he is the one who has the gun right now, he is still extremely afraid of the girl, and he believes what Amon just said.
This girl burst into their meeting room that was filled with arm guards and easily dispatched them with just two blades in her hand, while his men struggled to hit her even once with their machine guns.
Within minutes, this girl had gutted and killed all his guards and his family and business partners, only leaving him alive so that he could call his son and ask why this thing was happening to him.
Now with the gun in his trembling hand, he looks at Amon again, nervously, and asks. "What do you need me to do with it? Your majesty?" Carlile asks.
He stops calling Amon sir because he heard the girl call Amon his majesty, so Carlile very quickly assumed that Amon must be some kind of royalty with great power and influence, and he is right to assume so.
"I want you to put the barrel of the gun in your mouth, your finger on its trigger, and pull it. You need to kill yourself," Amon says.
His words are followed by complete silence.
All the goons in the room suck cold air through their teeth as they feel chills run down their spines. They never thought Amon would order their big boss to kill himself, and he is putting on a show for them on the big screen.
Danial's eyes also shoot up wide as he hears Amon's declaration.
This man, who is sitting before him, someone who took the love of his life, is now telling his father to kill himself right in front of him.
Sure, it has become evident that his father doesn't love him, but still, Carlile is his father.
He cannot watch his father die right before his eyes, now, can he?
Carlile also freezes hearing Amon's order.
"Yo..your Majesty...." He says with a weak tone, unable to comprehend what Amon just told him to do.
"Go on, kill yourself. I don't have all night to waste on you," Amon says, flinging annoyance
"Ho..how can I do that?" Carlile asks, scared.
"It's easy, do as I told you to. Now, go ahead. Kill yourself, because if you don't. Forget dying, Zenya will take matters into her own hands and make you wish for death, but she won't grant it to you, no matter how much you beg.
You have only two options. Kill yourself, or get tortured for as long as your body can handle the pain that Zenya will inflict on you," Amon says.
His words sound incredibly chilling.
