The Damned Demon-Novel

Chapter 545 What You Deserve

Not too long ago,

As the heavy doors of the Dreadthorne Castle began to close behind him, Asher paused, turning his head slightly to catch Jarius's gaze. With a slight, knowing glance that spoke volumes, he communicated a silent command.

Jarius, his throat suddenly dry, swallowed hard, acknowledging the weight of that look with a stiff nod.

Turning, Jarius ascended the cold, echoey stairs, each step resounding ominously as he approached a particularly eerie and forsaken part of the hall. The air grew chillier as he neared the door that reeked of despair.

"Brother, can I cin?" Jarius's voice was low, almost respectful of the gloom that shrouded the corridor.

"Fuck off..." The response cas a gruff, muffled grumble from within, laden with despair and irritation.

Jarius let out a subtle scoff, masking his nervousness with a feigned chuckle, "Brother, you would want to know what I have to say. It's concerning our sister."

Upon mentioning her, the door swung open abruptly as if pushed by an unseen force, making Jarius wonder whether he should feel surprised or not. Read Web s Online Free - Fire Fire -

"It better be something important unless you want your hands to be severed..." Edmund's voice trailed from within the dimly lit room, his figure barely visible, wrapped in a thick quilt, his face pale and framed by an unkempt beard and mustache.

"Uhhh..." Jarius hesitated, his heart racing as he prepared to deliver news that would?undoubtedly?ignite a storm. With a wince, he began, and as the words spilled out, Edmund's expression transformed from indifferent misery to shocked disbelief. Thɪs chapter is updated by Novᴇ(l)Fɪre .ɴᴇt

"My fiance is going to bechis consort?! What the fuck?!" Edmund roared, his voice cracking the stale air as he lunged forward, grabbing Jarius by the collar, his pale red eyes glowing?with a chilling intensity.

"It's the truth! Our father just agreed to it a couple of minutes ago," Jarius managed to stammer?out, his voice thick with nervous energy.

"No...no..how?can they abandonlike this…." Edmund's voice was a mix of disbelief and despair, his mind grappling with the betrayal, "Where is she? Where is Sabina right now?!

"I asked her, and she tolda place not too far away..." Jarius revealed, his voice trailing off as he disclosed the location.

No sooner had he finished than Edmund stormed out of the room, his footsteps?a thunderous echo?down the cold stone corridor.

"Oh?devils... Is he trying to make my brother kill himself?" Jarius mumbled to himself, a frightened shake of his head punctuating his words, reminding himself again to never fall into the bad books of the king.

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The tower stood like a sentinel in the chilling cold, its dark silhouette slicing through the dark atmosphere like a blade.

As Edmund approached, the stark and foreboding nature of the tower gnawed at his instincts—something was gravely amiss.

He wondered why Sabina would cto a tower like this. Last the checked, she never owned any building like this. Even the torture dungeons she had looked nothing like this.

With each step towards the?huge iron doors of the tower, Edmund's heart pounded louder against his ribs. The doors themselves were a monstrous affair, cold iron?that was a couple?inches thick.

"Haann~"

"Ohhnnn~"

But?it was?the sounds emanating from within?that?suddenly halted him—a chorus of moans that were unsettling in their intensity and variety.

Trepidation mixed with?a growing?unease in his chest, Edmund's hands trembled slightly as he pushed one of the doors open, just enough to allow a sliver of vision into the dark interior.

But the sight that met his eyes struck him like a physical blow, his breath catching in his throat.

He?stood frozen in horror as he took in the shocking scene?unfolding?before him.

Asher, the man he resented above all others, was at the center, his hands on not just any?woman,?but on Sabina—his fiance—and, to his utter disbelief, his own mother!

Sabina was sprawled atop his own mother's naked body, both women writhing in pleasure as Asher pounded into them with savage intensity.

They were drenched in thick white liquid?which?he?easily?recognized what it was, adding to the horror he felt in his heart.

Their expressions were a mix of surrender and delirious abandonment, making him unable to believe how they could make such faces, especially his usually cold and aloof mother!

Edmund's heart felt as though it were being ripped from his chest, the pain nearly unbearable.

His mind reeled, his vision blurred by a cocktail of shock and nausea. Thewalls of the towerseemed to close in on him, the moans now echoing like taunts in his ears.Hisheart,once filled with fiery resolve, now plummeted into an abyss of despair and confusion.

For a moment, he stood frozen, unable to move or look away, as the reality of his worst nightmare played out before his very eyes.

How could this be happening? How could his own mother and fiance betray him in such a way? Why were they doing this with him?

His mother had never, ever shown him an ounce of warmth or ever looked at him in such a loving way. And yet she was showing so much and baring her heart to his worst enemy?

The swent for his woman, his fiance and his sister. How could she stab him in the back like this when he had always devoted himself for her?

How could they do this to their own BLOOD?!!!

As Asher caught sight of Edmund, he paused mid-thrust, a cruel smile spreading across his face.

Seeing this alien bastard sneer while pounding the women of his family, Edmund couldn't move, couldn't speak, as he watched the three figures twist and turn in a sickening display of depravity. Tears streamed down his face, his body trembling with anger and sadness.

Asher didn't stop with just a smile but opened his mouth as he spoke in silence, "Look at your fiance," Asher taunted, his eyes dripping with ridicule, "Isn't she quite horny for me? So wet and hungry for me. And your mother...her pussy just loves the shape of my dick."

Edmund's fury boiled over, his pale red eyes glowing with an intense, dark manathat illuminatedthe dark around him.

The blade in his hand shimmered with a sinister light, echoing his desire for vengeance against the man who only continued to ruin his life. His breaths were ragged, his muscles tensed for the violent entry he was about to make and cut him down once and for all, not caring to think or care about anything else.

But as he poised to thrust the doors open and unleash his wrath, a soft, chilling touch froze him in place.

A hand, delicate yet firm, clasped his head from behind, halting his movement entirely.

Edmund's eyes widened in shock as he heard the soft yet firm whisper of a woman, her breathcoolagainst his ear,

"You have tormented my husband for years and took pleasure in it. So now he will be the one to take pleasure in your misery," Isola murmured, her voice a cold blade slicing through his heated fury while standing behind him.

"Y-You..." Edmund's voice faltered, choked by fear and disbelief. He felt an eerie paralysis overtaking him, rendering him helpless as his body began to move against his will. He couldn't even shift his eyes except open his mouth to barely let his voice escape.

His own hand, guided by ssinister force, turned the blade towards himself, its point inching ominously towards his heart.

"N-No...stop....y-you can't kill me..." Edmund's plea was desperate, his voice suppressed and weak, his body trembling uncontrollably under Isola's control.

Isola's face remained impassive, her eyes icy as she responded without a hint of sympathy, "I am not going to kill you but put you in a state where you will keep wishing for death every second for the rest of your miserable life."

"No—" Edmund's protest was cut short as his hand, compelled by Isola's dark magic, drove the blade into his chest, "Urgh!"

It didn't pierce deeply, but enough to make him cough blood and fall to his knees.

But what made his eyes wide in shock and horror was the fact that he was unable to feel his mana circuit any longer, nor was his body rapidly healing as blood continued to spill from his wounds.

"W-What have you done…" He looked up at Isola,horror,and disbelief etched across his features as he realized what she had done.

"What you deserve…" Isola mumbled as she looked down at him, her long, luminous white hair dancing in the wind.

He could not comprehend the coldness in her usually beautiful sapphire blue eyes, the ease with which she had crippled him, leaving him powerless and broken.

Was she and Asher planning to do this cruel act all this time? How could they not fear theconseq-

It was then that it struck him…she made him stab himself so that it would look like he did it to himself. He never thought Isola could be this cunning and ruthless.

But he didn't have the luxuryto curse or even formanother thought as his vision began to blur and darkness encroached upon his senses.

Isola watched impassively as he collapsed onto the snow.

Her expression then shifted slightly as she turned towards thedoors of the tower, a wistful smile playing on her lips,"Now he no longer has any reason to stay in your mind, Asher," she said softly.