Chapter three
"Please! Just let me go! I'll promise I won't tell anyone.."" The young female screamed in terror as Vargalarg the demon was about to stab her in her chest and desanguanate her. The blood from the young female squirted all over the walls as Vargalarg finished his little amusement game. The dead girl's body lay cold on the floor, her mouth still open after hours of screaming.
Ever since that brutal day, he could no longer inhale his victim's souls, but he was not about to stop the remaining joys of torturing and murdering.
John Constantine had fucked him up bad. He had castrated the ever being of his existence. Sometimes Vargalarg would wonder why Constantine had let him live. Good thing he didn't know Vargalarg one day could retrieve his powers and become the powerful demon he once were. But for now Vargalarg was a lower being, ridiculed in the underworld. The only joy he had in his existence were the slaughter games and the thought of one day seeking vengeance over John Constantine.