The Damned Demon - Chapter 788

788 A Reason To Live On

The volcanic air twisted and warped, filled with the heavy scent of molten rock and scorched flesh.

Rhygar's body tensed, his instincts screaming at him to run, to flee, to get as far away from that thing as possible.

But his pride wouldn't allow him to show weakness before this alien dog. He gritted his teeth, ignoring the terrifying chill slithering down his spine.

Instead, he turned toward the Dragonblood Knight beside him, his voice breaking into a frantic bark, "What are you staring at?! Kill—"

"Hurgh!"

A guttural grunt cut him off.

His eyes snapped wide open as the sound of rending flesh filled the air.

The Dragonblood Knight's armored body jerked violently, a blazing bony forearm bursting through his chest.

Dark green flames licked hungrily at the open wound, and in the skeletal hand of death was his still-beating heart, the veins still twitching.

The knight's mouth opened in a silent scream, his body trembling in shock.

Then—

Crunch.

The heart imploded, crumbling into ashes between Asher's burning fingers.

The Dragonblood Knight slumped, his life snuffed out in an instant.

Rhygar let out a horrified gasp, his breath coming in short, panicked bursts.

He stumbled back, his legs shaking uncontrollably, as the corpse tilted backward and plunged into the molten abyss below. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

His entire body locked up as the Hellbringer stood before him, his skeletal frame wreathed in dark green flames, his empty sockets glowing with an unnatural, dark hunger.

Then, in a voice that was more a whisper of death than speech, Asher spoke—

"Run."

Rhygar's breath caught in his throat.

And he ran.

He turned immediately, his leathery wings spreading wide, prepared to take off into the sky and never look back.

But before he could ascend—

A sharp, whirring sound cut through the air.

Rhygar barely had time to register the blazing ring blade slicing through the bone of his left wing, severing it cleanly from his back.

A splatter of thick, dark blood gushed forth, his nerves screaming in agony as his balance wavered.

"AHHHHHHH!" His wail of pain ripped through the wasteland.

But he had no time to even process the pain before—

The ring blade returned, slashing through his right wing with the same brutal precision.

His body lurched forward, his severed wings tumbling into the molten abyss, their flesh sizzling upon contact with the lava.

He collapsed onto his knees, his screams filled with raw, excruciating pain.

"P-Please—!"

His words were cut short as Asher gripped the back of his head, slamming his face into the scorching rock beneath them.

His skull cracked, his vision spinning.

Then, the whisper of death came again—

"You dared to look at her."

Asher lifted his head, forcing Rhygar to look up at him, "N-No...No!"

The molten fire in Asher's empty sockets swirled violently, an abyss of vengeance.

"You even dared to touch her."

Asher's thumbs pressed forward, his flaming skeletal hands clamping around Rhygar's face, "NOO!!! PLEASE DON'T!!!"

Dark green flames seeped into his eye sockets.

Then—

He pushed in.

"YAAARGHHHH!!!"

Rhygar's screams tore through the air, echoing across the volcanic wasteland.

The sickening squelch of melting flesh and bursting eyeballs filled the silence.

His entire body convulsed, his arms thrashing weakly as his vision turned into an eternity of darkness.

The stench of burning flesh filled his nostrils, and his wails turned hoarse, his breath coming in choking gasps.

But Asher was not done.

His skeletal fingers slid lower, wrapping around Rhygar's mouth.

A war raged inside her.

The anger, the resentment—they still clawed at her heart.

But so did something else.

Something warm, something terrifying, something she didn't want to feel.

Asher gave a sad, weary smile, his voice softer now, aching with emotion,

"At least that way, you have a reason to live on. I don't mind being that reason, so please... don't throw away your life for pathetic people like me who hurt you."

Her breath hitched.

Her chest ached.

And despite everything—despite the pain, the betrayal, the loss, the hatred that should have consumed her—her fingers tightened around his hands instead of pushing them away.

Her eyes misted over, her lips trembling as she finally let the walls around her heart crack.

"Why..." she whispered, her voice breaking.

She lowered her head, as if trying to shield herself from him, but the tears had already begun to fill her eyes.

"Why do you keep making me feel like this..."

Asher's grip remained steady, unwavering.

Then, with the gentlest of smiles, he whispered back—

"Because I love you."

Lysandra's entire world tilted.

She slowly lifted her head, her gaze meeting his, and what she saw in his eyes wasn't just affection.

It was devotion.

It was a promise, a silent vow that he would never let her go, no matter how broken she felt.

Her breath shuddered, her body swaying slightly as if her very soul was suffocating from the weight of his love.

And Asher, seeing the vulnerability in her eyes, did the only thing that felt right.

He leaned in.

Lysandra's heart clenched.

She wanted to push him away. She should be cursing him, to hurt him as much as she was hurting inside. And yet she found herself looking into his eyes which were full of endless warmth, making her feel something inside her melt, something she had been trying to freeze away.

His lips hovered just above hers, waiting—offering, not taking.

And in that moment, she let go.

She closed the distance, her lips pressing against his, a silent surrender.

Asher's arms wrapped around her, holding her as if she were something fragile yet precious. Lysandra trembled in his grasp, her fingers curling into his back. And as her tears fell, they were not just from pain—but from longing.

The warmth of his lips seeped into her soul, melting the ice that had threatened to swallow her whole.

But just as Asher thought she had finally chosen him again, she suddenly broke away.

Her breath was ragged, her hands trembling as she pulled back.

"I... I can't," she whispered, shaking her head as she took a step back, tears glistening in her eyes.

Asher's brows furrowed, "Lysandra..."

"I can't accept what you've done... Not yet," she murmured, swallowing hard. A storm raged in her heart, her mind caught in chaos. She didn't know if she could forgive him, but she knew one thing—she wasn't ready.

She turned her back to him, spreading her dark silver wings.

"Lysandra..." Asher softly called out but didn't stop her.

She hesitated for a moment. Just a moment. But she didn't look back.

And as her wings flapped and she lifted into the air, she only left behind a whisper:

"I now have a reason to live on."

And with that, she was gone.

Asher stood there, watching her disappear into the horizon.

His heart clenched with anguish, but also with hope and relief.

Because this time, she didn't tell him to stop fighting.

She didn't say she would never come back.

And that was enough.

For now.

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