The Life As The Devil's Son

Chapter Twenty-Six: Strings Of Manipulation

In the span of a single glance, we were taken to a different realm. It was beyond anything I could ever imagine. Waterfalls descended from every direction. The ground was icy cold. It was the exact opposite of the underworld.

As the wind whooshed past me, I could feel the air biting into my skin. I shivered and crossed my arms over my chest to warm myself up. It felt as if I were in the Antarctic, which was quite different from dealing with scorching heat back in the underworld.

Amidst all this, there was this massive castle. It looked like it was crafted of ice, reflecting the light from the waterfalls. The ship finally came to a halt, and Lucion roughly pulled me toward him, securing my wrists with ropes that bit into my skin.

Suddenly, the arrival of a young girl caught my attention. Her wavy blond hair danced in the icy wind, and her piercing blue eyes reflected the light from above.

Lucion's gaze shifted toward the girl, and he introduced her: "This is Caroline. Your cousin." My eyes widened in surprise. It seemed like I was constantly discovering new family members.

Caroline glanced at me but didn't say much. She then turned to Lucion and asked, "What about my brother? You said you were going to bring me my brother."

"He's below deck. I left him just for you," Lucion said with a wicked grin.

Caroline's eyes lit up, and she shot him a puzzled look. "Below deck? Why would you leave my brother below deck?"

"I thought it would be better if he saw you, not me. He will be excited to meet you." Lucion mentioned.

Caroline hesitated, torn between the desire to meet her brother and the suspicion that something was amiss. Lucion, sensing her uncertainty, gestured toward the doorway leading below deck. "Go on, be with your brother."

Caroline disappeared below deck, leaving me alone with Lucion, who wore a sinister grin. He seized my arm and yanked me off the ship, guiding me towards the castle that loomed in the distance. The cold air intensified as we entered, and I couldn't stop myself from shivering.

My skin was becoming paler with every step, and as I continued forward, I could feel an unsettling weakness creep through my limbs. Eventually, my strength gave way, and I crumpled to the frozen ground.

Lucion rolled his eyes and yanked me back onto my feet with a cruel jerk. "Keep moving," he commanded, his voice cutting through the oppressive silence.

Lucion guided me through dimly lit corridors, the air thick with an otherworldly chill. The atmosphere intensified with each step, and my breath materialized in the frigid air. The unsettling silence of the castle pressed down on me, heightening the fear that gnawed at my senses.

Finally, Lucion opened a heavy, creaking door, revealing a pitch-black room beyond. Without warning, he shoved me inside, and the door slammed shut behind me. The darkness enveloped me, and for a moment, all was silent.

Abruptly, a voice pierced through the air, calling my name. My heart pounded in my chest as I frantically searched the shadows, terror gripping me like icy claws.

Visions of Valia's death played out before me like a cruel, unending nightmare. With each replay, the scene grew more vivid and harrowing than the last. I watched in horror as my hands reached into her chest and yanked out her still-beating heart. Blood dripped from my fingers, splattering the ground in grotesque patterns as I crumbled to the floor, overcome by the weight of my actions.

The crushing burden of guilt bore down on me like a leaden weight, threatening to suffocate me with its relentless force. I cried out, my voice a desperate plea in the echoing void of my tortured mind.