Chained Hearts: From Slavery to Sovereignty-Chapter 140: The Supreme Lord Summons

Cassian gently brushed his fingers through the baby demon’s soft, silvery curls. The little creature had dozed off in his lap, wings fluttering occasionally like a dream stirred them. Its warmth was oddly comforting—like holding a sleeping animal close on a cold night.

For the first time since waking up in this strange palace, Cassian didn’t feel so entirely alone.

Then suddenly, The baby demon’s ears twitched.

It sniffed the air once—then twice, sharply. Its eyes shot open.

"Hey, what is it?" Cassian asked, his voice soft and cautious.

But the creature didn’t respond. It sat up stiffly in his lap, head tilting toward the sky as if it sensed something beyond what mortal ears could detect. Its golden eyes narrowed, wings tensing against its back.

Then, without warning, it leapt off him. freёweɓnovel_com

"Wait—!"

Cassian reached out, but the little demon was already darting away. Not running, but vanishing—melting into the shadows like mist, too fast for his eyes to follow.

He stood, heart hammering.

He scanned the courtyard. "Where did you go?" he called, turning in a slow circle.

No answer.

No chirping laughter.

No tiny footsteps.

The comforting presence that had just curled in his lap moments ago was gone—like it had never existed.

Cassian took a few hesitant steps toward the last place he saw it, but the stones remained cold and empty beneath his feet.

The silence returned, deep and unsettling. He stood still and waited. Minutes passed slowly, one after another. Still, he didn’t move. He waited longer than he should have, his eyes fixed on the dark corners, the balconies above, and the edges of the quiet courtyard. But the little demon never came back.

Cassian sat quietly beside the dark stone fountain, his eyes lost in the water that no longer flowed.

Just as he leaned forward, elbows on his knees and deep in thought, he felt it.

A presence behind him.

Yet, no footsteps. No rustling robe. Just the sudden knowledge that someone was behind him.

Cassian turned quickly—startled.

A young demon stood there. No taller than Cassian’s chest, dressed in elegant dark robes with silver embroidery that shimmered faintly. His skin was smooth and pale violet, his eyes a soft golden hue without pupils, and tiny black horns curved neatly from either side of his head. He looked young—perhaps a teenager in appearance—but something in his aura suggested he was far older than he appeared.

The demon bowed gracefully, one hand over his chest. "The Supreme Lord wishes to meet with you," he said, his voice calm and steady. "I have come to guide you."

Cassian’s heart almost leapt out of his chest.

The... Supreme Lord?

The one who had saved him?

He stood quickly, completely forgetting to ask how the demon boy had appeared so silently behind him. His mind was suddenly too full, his breath shallow and uneven. For the first time in days, it felt like something was moving forward. Like the unknown was no longer behind a closed door—but right in front of him.

The demon boy turned, silently motioning him to follow.

Cassian took a deep breath and did just that.

As they walked, Cassian move elegantly even through he was not aware of it. His robe flowed softly with each step, almost like mist gliding over the polished black floor.

And the demon boy give a approved nod to himself.

The palace corridors shifted subtly around them—high archways of white stone, glowing crystals that dimmed or lit up as they passed, and paintings carved into the very walls, telling stories he couldn’t understand.

He tried not to stare too long.

The silence was both peaceful and unnerving.

Eventually, they reached a massive door—far taller than any Cassian had ever seen. Made of obsidian and trimmed in deep crimson gold, it pulsed faintly with power, as though alive. Two strange runes were etched on its surface, glowing dimly.

The demon boy stopped in front of it.

He turned to Cassian, bowed again, and said softly, "This is where you must continue alone. The Supreme Lord awaits inside."

Cassian swallowed thickly. His hands were slightly sweaty, and his heart thumped against his ribs.

But there was no threat. No malice. Only the weight of anticipation.

And he remembered clearly: if they had wanted to harm him, they wouldn’t have taken such gentle care of him while he was unconscious.

With a soft nod, he stepped forward.

The door opened with a faint sound, not pushed or pulled—just opening as if responding to his presence.

He stepped through.

At first, he thought he had entered a grand room. But within a few steps, he realized—it wasn’t a chamber.

It was an open space.

A strange, breathtaking expanse that stretched far beyond the eye could see. The ceiling was lost in darkness, but the floor... the floor was water.

Shallow.

Still.

Reflecting the dim glow of thousands of soft, blue lights. Insects, like glowing fireflies, hovered and danced gently above the surface. They flickered with a calming rhythm, painting the space in an ethereal light.

His feet touched the water—ankle-deep and cool.

He froze.

The world was quiet. Only the occasional ripple in the pool as the lights moved.

"Is... is someone here?" Cassian asked, his voice soft and unsure.

No reply.

His eyes scanned the space carefully, heart beating fast. Something about this place felt inviting, like the air itself knew his name.

Then, suddenly—

A soft splash in the distance.

He looked up.

And his breath stopped.

Far ahead, partially hidden by the misty light, a figure swam in the clear crystal water. Smooth, quiet strokes that didn’t disturb the stillness much. His long black hair floated around him like silk ribbons in the water, drifting weightlessly.

The gentle blue light kissed the surface of his pale skin—broad shoulders, lean arms, and a chest that rose and fell slowly as he moved through the pool.

Cassian froze.

The sight was... unreal. It was serene and powerful. It look like he was gazing at a living sculpture.

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