The Goddess Rewrites a Tale

TGRT S2 : CHAPTER 8

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"You're no God of mine."

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Scelus POV

"Hnng… why does my body hurt so much?" I groaned as I slowly awoke from a heavy, suffocating sleep.

"Ah, well, well… the dumb demon is finally awake."

That voice snapped me to full awareness. I found myself lying in someone’s bedchamber, and when my eyes adjusted, fury burned inside me the moment I saw her—Gwydion’s precious little sister.

"You!!" I tried to rise and strike her, but to my shock, my body collapsed. I had no strength left.

"Oh, right. I forgot to mention," she said with infuriating nonchalance. "I consumed all of your strength—including your demon lord self." She placed a silver tray on my lap, and I caught sight of my reflection. My claws had dulled into ordinary fingernails. My eyes were no longer the sharp purple that once struck fear into mortals. My aura was gone. My powers… gone.

"What have you done to me?!" I spat, rage boiling in my voice as I glared at her.

My power! My years of cultivation! Everything I had endured, every battle I had won to become one of the Demon Lords—it was all gone!

"This is unforgivable! I’ll kill you!" I roared, but she only scoffed and sat gracefully on the edge of the bed.

"Unforgivable? Please. I merely took your powers. Be grateful I didn’t take your life," she said coldly. I wanted to strangle her right then, but my body betrayed me.

"Ah, I see," she continued with a sly smile. "Being Demon Lord isn’t just what you do—it’s what makes you you. Without it, you’re nothing, aren’t you?"

Her words stung deeper than I cared to admit.

"Look, you can earn your strength back," she said, raising her hand. A small glowing orb hovered above her palm, and instantly I recognized it. My power—sealed within. "But to reclaim it, you’ll have to do something for me."

"And if I refuse?" I growled.

Her smile widened. "Then enjoy being mortal. Wait quietly for your deathbed." With that, she made the orb vanish into thin air.

I loathed it. Every part of me burned with hatred. All the years I fought, all the sacrifices I made, reduced to nothing by this woman. She was cruel—far more cruel than that cotton-clump she dared compare herself to.

But I had no choice. If I wanted my throne back, my title, my power… I would endure. And when the time came, I would crush her head—and every fragile bond she held dear.

"What’s your deal?" I demanded.

She rose, smiling in amusement. "First, you’ll need to look the part of a proper man." Tossing clothes onto the bed, she added, "Dress yourself."

I frowned at the ridiculous garments. "What for?"

"You’re going to meet people."

"Why? They’ll just run when they see me."

She laughed lightly. "You really are dumb. You’re not a demon anymore. With that harmless, charming face of yours, no one will recognize you." She leaned in just enough to tease me with her smirk. "Now hurry. Dress up and be downstairs within five minutes." With a flick of her hand, a spell surged through me, lifting the weight from my body. Strength—not all, but enough—returned.