Deal with the Devil - Fear the devils series book 1

Chapter 46 🍋

Death was the only wish she craved. Emptiness is the only feeling left. With the hearts of her loved ones stopping, hers stopped with them. But unlike them, she was deemed to live.

Her hands, trembling and desperate, clung to the gravestones as if trying to anchor herself to a world that had crumbled. Each letter carved in the stone echoed promises broken and futures stolen. A silent scream of agony lingered in the air, carried away by the indifferent wind.

The world, once alive with the laughter of Rylus and Alicia, now felt alien. The memories haunted her, taunting her with the ghostly traces of a love now lost. In this desolate space, her heartache painted the air, an invisible mural of grief that refused to be ignored.

No matter how much time had passed since they were gone, neither did she care nor did she know. The only peace that could be found was with the arrival of the demon she sold her soul to. He could take her soul. There was nothing left that she wanted to live for.

However, he failed to appear as each week went by. Her suffering didn't get any better with every day that went by. She resisted moving on and refused to leave. Her dreams were filled with images of her husband and child, but they were all ending with their deaths. It was as torturous as having to live through it endlessly.

Blade:

There she was. Lying on the floor. As he looked down on her lifeless body. It had been an enjoyment of its own, watching her suffering at first. Especially because he had once warned what was to come by falling for a human and having his mortal child, yet she didn't care to listen, and this was the outcome.

But as the days went by, he always seemed uneasy when he visited. As he knew Celine, she usually recovered in a few weeks, but this time it took months with no sign of moving on. She continued to grieve, as though she had lost them just moments ago.

Blade couldn't even recall how often she had died. Whether by the hands of starvation or other people believing she was the devil and stabbing her in the back with knives.

Once, he even caught two men in the act. The anger in him about her getting hurt was not ignorant anymore. He didn't slaughter them slowly and in the most painful way for him anymore, but because he wanted to seek revenge for her.

Blade had been spending a lot of time just staying by her side since the incident occurred. She didn't even acknowledge Blade or move once.

But when the grass swallowed Celine whole and nearly a year went by, something inside of him began to deteriorate. It was almost like being sick. It needed to end. He had never experienced any panic in a billion years, but at that instant, he did.

"Please don't leave me." While she slept, Celine muttered. Blade, who was only sitting next to her and saw her anguish, wished to rouse her. But then he thought to himself. Would he seize the chance to once and for all take her soul? This idea didn't feel right.

But while he might have been in hell tormenting people or closing more bargains, what was he doing beside her? He had no answer.

He felt himself reaching out to touch her damp, icy face. However, she did not respond to his touch. A little while later, it started to rain, and the drips blended with the pool of tears on the ground.

It was at this very time that something inside him changed. There was no way he could ever leave her like this. He opted to carry her to a location she hadn't been to in a long time—his domain in hell—by scooping her up and cradling her in his arms.

He took her to a guest chamber as they teleported to his palace. Although he allowed everything to be done in blue rather than his symbolic color, red, the room was nearly exactly created in his likeness. Not too long after Celine had given herself over to his right hand and he had to murder him to save her, he let this room get changed like this.