Demon Prince's Forsaken Bride - Chapter 8: His anger

In the chaotic world of Ancient Greece, a modern soul is reborn into the body of a young warrior. Armed with knowledge of future empires, military tactics, and innovations, he has no mercy for his enemies as he sets his sights on dominating the Mediterranean. Ruthless and ambitious, he will use every advantage at his disposal to rise to the top. From the heights of Athens to the streets of Rome, alliances will be forged, rivals crushed, and a new empire built from the ashes of the old. In a chaotic time full of treachery and power struggles, only the strong survive.Dont read yet the novel is a complete mess it will be fixed by the day after tomorow give it a try by then.

Mathew survived the entire two weeks of the apocalypse. A great score for someone blessed with brains over the brawn. Yet, even he fell after just fourteen days, giving his all to save the one person he cared for.

But why does a death looks like watching himself from the third person perspective? Is this the purgatory to watch over his own shoulders at the mistakes he made? A punishment for Mathew's sins to repeat those mistakes over and over again?

But wait, what are the three clocks in the corner of his vision, one of which only five minutes away from ticking out?

Her husband, Derrick Vaisil, who had a funeral four days ago, suddenly came back to life. But this man was so different from before he died!

“I’m hungry, wife.”

From regularly turning up in the dining room that he had always avoided,

“How about we use the same bedroom?”

To a furtive suggestion of combining their bedrooms that they had always been using separately.

What in the world happened to this man?

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“You always give off this delicious smell…………. but how can I bear with it?”

Right now, at this moment, Judith felt like he was a cruel predator who would completely devour her from head to toe easily.

“You, uh, what the hell are you?”

He, who tormented her as he repeatedly sucked on her soft earlobe and put his tongue inside her ear, chuckled.

“What am I?”

Derrick kissed her chin and whispered languidly.

“I am your husband, Judith.”

Igor had asked him to die for the world. She would ask him to die for her. Problem was, he didn't really like dying, not for a second time, at least.