The Devil's Betrothed-Chapter 685: Nexus Of Malovance

Oriana’s tears flowed freely as she cried, her sobs mingling with her words. "It’s all my fault... I killed him... I killed him..." The anguish in her voice was palpable, her heart breaking with every word.

Suddenly, a shift in energy enveloped her, and darkness began to swirl around her. Her voice changed, growing cold and distant. "It’s his fault... he killed him... I must kill him..." Her grief transformed into a cold, vengeful determination in a flick of a moment.

The energy around her intensified, affecting the entire atmosphere. The bright sky of the demon realm darkened with ominous clouds, and the air turned wild and chaotic, forming a storm that took everyone by surprise. All eyes turned to the source of this immense power— Esmeray.

Her hair turned black, and her body lifted into the air as her eyes closed. She began to emanate a formidable aura of absolute darkness. The sky above her crackled with threatening thunder, ready to strike down anything in its path.

Tharzimon was stunned by the sudden change, his expression betraying a rare moment of fear. "This cannot be," he muttered, realizing the gravity of the situation.

Oriana’s body floated higher, her face serene and eyes still closed, her dark hair billowing around her. The formidable power of absolute darkness radiated from her, making it clear to all that she was the most powerful being present in this realm.

Every demon, though shocked, immediately fell to their knees, acknowledging the return of their true ruler. "Princess Esmeray," they chanted in unison, submitting to her authority.

Drayce and Draven stood firm, watching in surprise, while Xyron turned to face Esmeray with a satisfied smile that finally appeared on his expressionless face.

"It really worked. She is here," Draven remarked, his voice filled with relief.

"I told you not to go against your friend’s plan. He knows her better," Xyron added, pleased to see that his princess had regained her powers.

Drayce glared at Xyron, anger and worry evident in his eyes. "Not at the expense of our friend’s life. If he doesn’t make it back, I swear, I will kill you."

At that moment, Oriana, now fully transformed into her demonic form as Esmeray, opened her eyes. They were entirely red, filled with the anger and wrath of the demoness, devoid of any trace of white.

"Soulreaver," Esmeray’s voice boomed, clear and commanding, echoing throughout the entire realm.

The ground beneath them shattered, causing everyone to stumble and struggle to keep their balance. From the depths of the Valley of Eternal Abyss, a sword emerged, flying straight toward Esmeray. With a swift, graceful movement, That sword settled in her right hand in a blink of an eye.

Her red eyes locked onto Tharzimon with a deadly intent. "You must die," she declared, her voice cold and final.

harzimon, shocked and terrified, took an instinctive step back. He knew he stood no chance against Esmeray, especially now that she wielded the Soulreaver. Even with only a fraction of her powers, she was more formidable than anyone present, capable of defeating the entire demon realm on her own.

As Tharzimon considered fleeing, darkness surrounded him, pulling him toward Esmeray. He was suspended in the air before her, helpless, a mere puppet in the grasp of her power. Up close, her terrifying aura made even the most savage demon like him shiver with fear.

"Princess," Tharzimon stammered, attempting to show respect to the now dominant figure. However, Esmeray had other plans. She summoned the rock that had once bound them together, now fully under her control. It floated above the darkness emanating from her left palm.

With a swift motion, the rock crumbled into fine dust, which Esmeray then blew into Tharzimon’s face. The bond between them was erased by her as if it never held any value for her, not more than a particle of dust.

Xyron, witnessing the scene, recalled Oriana’s earlier words: "I will crush that rock and blow it on his face."

"Our princess never fails to keep her word, just like in the past," he mumbled, a light content smile still paying on his cold rigid face.

Esmeray’s grip tightened on her sword, and with a swift, decisive motion, she severed Tharzimon’s hand—the one that he had dared to use to touch her several times against her wishes. Though she was Oriana at that moment, her soul felt and remembered the disgusting feeling of that touch clearly.

Tharzimon’s agonized scream filled the air, his pain amplified by the darkness surrounding him, which seemed to revel in tormenting him. Her powers then hurled him onto the rocky ground with force. As she landed beside him, the very earth trembled under her feet, sending ripples of power through the air.

Tharzimon, terror evident in his eyes, crawled back, desperate. "Princess, I am ready to submit to you."

But Oriana, lost in her demonic rage, did not seem to register his words. Her mind was consumed by madness and a thirst for vengeance. "You must die," she reiterated coldly. "Your soul must be sent to hell."

Tharzimon knew the fate that awaited him if Esmeray chose to summon the Nexus of Malovance, which would confine his soul in the depths of hell for eternal torment. In a final plea, he begged, "Princess, throw me into the Valley of Eternal Abyss instead. I accept my punishment."

It was better to have his soul perished in the Valley of Eternal Abyss rather than being tortured in hell.

But Esmeray, who seemed to be a lost cause now, remained unmoved. A magical circle appeared on the ground beneath Tharzimon, trapping him within it. The demon tried to find his way out of that circle, the Nexus of Malovance, but all his efforts were futile.

Stepping inside the circle, Esmeray drove her sword into Tharzimon’s heart in a swift move and then rotate its tip, causing him excruciating pain. Once content with his painful cries, she pulled the sword out, and the magical circle vanished, taking Tharzimon with it to the depth of hell where the enteral torment awaited him.