[BOOK 2] I Love Destroying Worlds' Plot (BL)

Chapter 215 - 7.14 Second Violet Star - I'm Back

The funeral for Duke Damian is going on smoothly. The man called Araysh Damian had taken control of everything for this occasion. The guests were only limited to those who were invited and anyone who forces their way in was immediately thrown out of the dukedom and is forever banned from entering the territory of Damian's.

Araysh as the new heir of Damian Household took control of the whole progression of the funeral. He rode a horse and led the last parade of Damian Adrienne. His short ash-dyed hair flutters as he welcomes the wind blowing towards him.

His silver eyes remain dull and look around the humans watching the parade with irony within his gaze but despite that, his face continues to be deadpan unmoved by the current event. Except for his skin which now matches the skin colors of mortals even his pointed ears had shrunk with the use of magic.

He, as a dark elf, is an enemy of humans. He is from the fallen race who allied themselves with the demonic race. But after killing Eirwen Night, Araysh life had become quite troublesome. Not only his lord had given him numerous tasks which almost overwork him to death, but he could also even feel his deadly gaze on him. If not for the fact that the order to kill came from himself, that Araysh would no longer be standing there alive.

Araysh's thoughts: 'You're the one who gave the order to kill him, why do I have to suffer when I only did what you ask me to do!? Aahh!!! My Lord, please don't pass the blame on to me!!!'

Behind the silent and cool temperament of Damian Araysh is chaotic thoughts which no one would accept. This is also the reason why he, a dark elf, had to play a human duke role so his lord could freely move on from his current position and live a truly new life. One with more freedom and time which would allow him to look for the missing piece of life which he had lost once.

Araysh as the true servant of God Adrienne, he knew that Duke Damian is nothing but a puppet vessel his lord would sometimes possess whenever he wanted to see the mortal realm but it will never be his real body.

This is why the God of Darkness had given the demonic race a prophecy of his descent. But to do such a thing, his believers must fulfill the requirements for the sacrificial ritual. This is why every avatar under the control of the Dark God all died. Their vessels would be used as an offering for his descent.

Damian Araysh continues the progression of the fake funeral. Everyone was mourning as the funeral progressed. All of a sudden they've witnessed an expected snow falling from above their heads once again. This time what surprised everyone is the snow itself.

The snowflakes converge and merge until it reveals the heavenly beautiful person. With half of his long silver hair bun up and clipped with a pair of purple hyacinth.

His features aren't something Araysh had never seen before but now the mortal facade this man wore on him before had completely disappeared.

With ice elements hovering around him like faithful servants and that frosty glint within those golden orbs with his whole being emitting a cold temperament, the young man before them at this moment could be called the winter itself.

His white robe-like dress dances with the blowing breeze of snow. An apathetic gaze landed on Araysh making the latter flinch instinctively when those aureate eyes fell on him.

Araysh chaotic thoughts: 'Fuck! Shit! HE'S BACK! Lord save me! It was you who told me to kill him! Damn, he's so scary! Ming'er save me~'

At this moment not only Araysh had recognized the newly arrived man, Angela Evans started crying upon seeing this person. On the other hand, the crown prince beside him had a different reaction. He looked enchanted as if seeing a goddess descend in front of him.