Note: this chapter is very dark and full of violence and might be very, very, very, uncomfortable for a few people. Read at your own risk or wait for the next available gory-free chapter.

The third point of view:

In an abandoned apartment in the middle of the night, the shrill scream of a tortured soul was heard. However, Niklaus was unaffected as he made his way into the flat escorted by two of his men.

Coming into the apartment that had a stale smell, his sight fell on a man handcuffed to a chair. Lo and behold, that man was no other than the great Miguel - how had the mighty fallen.

However, one wouldn't be able to recognize him if they didn't take a close, careful look at him. Miguel who previously had a head full of hair was completely bare with a few of his scalps scraped off.

Although the bullet Isabella shot at Miguel had not ended his life but hurt his kneel, Niklaus had his men only pull out the bullet to keep him alive, which meant he had not been treated properly. And thanks to that, the wound got infected with smelly pus coming out of it.

Apart from that, Miguel was quite a sight. His nose has been punched out of its natural position with bleeding from his nose. He had a prominent black eye with his face swollen from all the blows he received that Miguel could only see through peered eyes.

His appearance was bloody and he stunk greatly. Niklaus had to cover his nose with a handkerchief as soon as he came within five meters of him. Hence, it was obvious to Miguel that they were going to kill him in the worst possible way. Even if they do leave him alive - which was impossible - he would die from the infection and other complications from their torments.

At once, a metal chair was brought over and Niklaus sat on it, crossing his leg over the other. Today, he had an animalistic glint in his eyes - the dark side of him he never shows to his loved ones. He has been waiting for that day when he lets his beast out and today happens to be it. He couldn't wait to show why he was greatly feared even though he was no longer in power. He might not be as ruthless as Adam, but he still had his blood.

"You look great, Miguel," Niklaus did not mean that as a joke - his men were doing a great job. He liked what he saw.

"Why don't you just kill me?" Miguel growled at him. He was so desperate to die, this was hell. He was tired of living with so much pain. Nokia's should just end him please.

"Oh, don't worry, you will soon. We just have to wait for the other guest to arrive," He said nonchalantly.

"The other guest?" Miguel repeated after him, fear in his eyes. Whoever was adventurous enough to join Niklaus and watch this debased show couldn't be any different from him. They were all monsters! monsters! Miguel cried out.

"Sorry, I'm late," A voice came from behind and everyone's head turned to the man working on the last buttons on his suit.

Sakuzi.

At this point, Miguel wished for more than death. He was so sorry, but it was too late. Had he known this would happen, he wouldn't have bothered this family. If Niklaus was a monster, Sakuzi was Lucifer himself. A family of assassins walking around in tailored-made suits.

He should have known that Sakuzi would not let this go, after all, he had touched his daughter - his beloved daughter, Reina. But then, Niklaus had always been the one visiting him the past days that the thought never occurred to him.

Truthfully, Miguel was never a part of his family gang, he preferred to study, and the main reason he went abroad - to avoid pressure from his father and unnecessary distraction from family members.

But then, hearing that his brother had died, more like, murdered in cold blood, Miguel had sworn to avenge him as every other loving brother would. As the second and surviving son of the family, the gang, or what was left of it, was handed over to him to revivify. And yes, he did a great job at it causing pride to swell in his heart - he could pull this off successfully. If only he knew he was way over his head.

As a young and hot-blooded man, he had disregarded the warning his friends had given him about touching the Spencer's.

"What are they? They're nothing but a pair of shrewd dirty businessmen compared to him a lawbreaker," had been his answer.

What about Sakuzi? He had taken the man as old school - the younger ones are with the brains, technology, and all. Miguel had planned that once he succeeded in getting rid of Reina and her annoying kids, he would leave the country and go lay low for as long as he wanted. Miguel had been too eager, determined, and overconfident. Now, look where it landed him.

"No, I think you're quite on time. The show hadn't officially begun yet," Niklaus stood to welcome his father-in-law and didn't need to gesture to his people because another chair was placed beside his.

Left for him, Sakuzi wanted Miguel to be handed over to him, but the bastard had been caught at Niklaus' turf, so he had to respect that. But then, he decided to watch Miguel's execution, he had to make sure that the animal was punished to his satisfaction.

With a gesture from him, Sakuzi's men came over with a camera and began to set it up. The torture session would be recorded and the clip circulated in the Underworld circle as a warning to the others daring to touch Sakuzi or his loved ones. It was a perfect premonition to his enemies yet to rise against him or in the middle of doing so. Miguel could only whimper and struggle against the bonds, there was no escaping for him.

Once the camera was successfully erected, one of Niklaus' men walked over to Miguel with a small carton box and a hammer. Knowing it was time, Miguel began to thrash around but another two went ahead to hold him down.

"I hope you enjoy the show," Niklaus announced to Sakuzi just as the persecutor brought out one of the many needles in the box, held it against Miguel's skin, and hit it in with the hammer.

A heart-wrenching scream rang out.