The Damned Demon - Chapter 671

Chapter 671 It's Us Or Them

Cecilia's eyes widened in shock, "A weapon? I thought you said this was to protect our world from demons that found a loophole to roam around in our world like Hellbringer and others."

"Of course," Derek replied, his eye gleaming with a cold yet fervid light, "Once this tower is active, not only Hellbringer but no demon will ever threaten our kind again. After they're annihilated, we'll create a new world—a powerful world governed by Hunters like us, with both of us overseeing everything. We will be the architects of a new era, and future generations will thank and revere us for it."

Cecilia felt a knot tightening in her stomach. She mumbled, "Honey... what are you talking about? A new world governed by us? Are you planning to dismantle the current governments and get rid of democracy? You cannot be serious. It would plunge the entire world into chaos, and no country would stand by idly. There would be an unprecedented world war. Please tell me you aren't planning to do such things."

Derek shook his head firmly, his gaze intense, "Cecilia, it's time to wake up. Look at the world we live in. You know the suffering, the poverty, the wars. These are the failings of mortal men—frail and corruptible. We are more than that, aren't we? Our powers mean something. They give us the chance, even the obligation, to reshape a world that has failed everyone. This world reeks of corruption, and the weakest are easily exploited, dragging us all down. We have to remove these weak links so that no one can break us. The angels blessed us with the power to change the world for this very reason."

Her eyes quivered with conflicting emotions. While part of her understood his perspective, another part felt a deep unease, "Derek... you're not wrong about the world's problems. But what you're planning... How can you do it without turning our world into a battlefield? If we fail, we'll go down in history as tyrants. I don't feel good about this. How about we just focus on destroying the demons? We shouldn't try to change the path our ancestors paved for us."

He leaned closer, his expression softening yet remaining resolute, "If that's what you're worried about, don't be. Do you think I've been planning all these years without considering such concerns?"

Cecilia parted her lips, her voice barely above a whisper, "What do you mean?"

"Project Guardian and Project Mars will work in tandem to address those issues," Derek explained, "I can guarantee there will be no war among us. Everything will proceed smoothly. All I need is for you to stand by my side and help me create a better world. That's all I want from my wife."

She looked into his eye, searching for reassurance, "I... You still haven't explained how everything is going to proceed smoothly. What about the people who won't agree with us? Those who believe in freedom and democracy? I want to know so that I can understand all this."

Derek's expression grew grave as he glanced up at the towering Nexus Tower, its dark silhouette cutting a formidable figure against the twilight sky. He took a deep breath, the weight of his intentions pressing heavily upon him, "What we are going to do is..." His voice was steady, yet laden with determination as he began to unveil the intricate details of his plan.

Cecilia listened intently, her eyes wide with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. However, as Derek went on, her initial disbelief transformed into shock, and then into deep distress. The magnitude of his vision was overwhelming, twisting her thoughts into a tangled web of shock, fear and confusion.

"Alright. I will coordinate with my father and get this done," Greg responded before ending the call.

Derek slowly removed the earpiece, his mind already racing through the next steps of their intricate plan. He leaned against the railings, gazing up at the towering Nexus Tower that dominated the island's skyline. It's dark peak reflected in his radiant blue eye as a fervid light flashed across.

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Hours later, under the cloak of darkness, Cecilia found herself wandering the secluded paths of a street. The night sky was clear, stars twinkling like distant beacons of hope and despair. She wore a dark brown overcoat and a mask to conceal her identity, ensuring no one would recognize her as she took a solitary walk.

Feeling the weight of the day's revelations pressing down on her, Cecilia pulled out her earpiece and dialed her daughter's number.

"Mom? I wasn't expecting a call from you at this time. Did something happen?" Rachel's voice was warm yet tinged with concern.

Cecilia hesitated, the urge to confide in Rachel battling with her instinct to protect her daughter from the dangerous secrets she now harbored. With a heavy heart, she decided to keep her fears at bay, "It's nothing. I'm just feeling a bit tired and I wanted to hear your voice."

Rachel's voice softened, sensing her mother's unease, "Oh, Mom. I wish I could come to you, but I'm in the middle of some work. Why don't you get a drink to relax? It won't hurt to let yourself ease up for tonight. Just head to the hotel we usually hang out at. If I finish my work early, I'll come to you there."

The suggestion was tempting. Cecilia knew she could use a drink to dull the turmoil raging inside her, "Alright, dear. I will do just that," she replied, a faint smile breaking through her masked facade.

As she ended the call, Cecilia glanced at her recent contacts and saw Ash's name blinking at her. He was the only one she felt she could truly talk to about the conflict swirling within her even if she can't reveal what her husband told her. Derek had clearly implied to her that this was supposed to remain a secret between them.

But she knew she had to get some of this weight off her chest to feel better, even if she couldn't talk about everything. Despite being young, Ash seemed to oddly understand her struggles and thoughts and sympathize with her.

Yet, uncertainty gnawed at her—was it appropriate to reach out to Ash now? The dilemma weighed heavily on her as she continued her walk, knowing she needed to unburden herself but unsure of how to proceed.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om