Chapter 112. Fear

Madison’s POV

“Please, spare me.”

“Have mercy.”

“Don’t kill me, please.”

“I don’t want to die.”

Screams and pleas resonated in the air, each louder than the last but none of them stayed alive.

At that moment, my face was filled with blood, not mine. But of those people who had wronged me.

As I once said, I would make each and every one of them pay.

At this moment, we were inside the Great Elder’s mansion, the old man sat on the floor listlessly, he had watched as his families were killed right in front of him.

His wife, children, grandchildren, and even great-grandchildren, none of them were spared.

“Did you decide to spare my Father? When I pleaded for mercy, did you ever listen?” I asked through gritted teeth, as Cecil killed the last person, the Great Elder’s dying mother.

At that moment, the hall was in a mess. Broken limbs, blood, bones, everywhere was bloody.

But for the first time, I showed no merc