Chapter 103: In Denial

"Father..." She embraced her father's head tightly as the weight of guilt finally sink in on her head.

She could tell that her father's body was getting colder, the slow trickle of blood from his chest a proof to her failed attempt to kill him quickly .

The knife was just too short and dull, and she was too weak and exhausted to muster enough force with her stabs.

But her father didn't hold her responsible. He endure the agony silently, determined not to reveal his suffering.

"D— Don't worry... Everything...is alright... now," he murmured, his voice weak and exhausted, his body numb from too much blood loss.

The only silver lining was that the Demon, true to its word, spared his daughter's life.

"I will live, and I will make sure to take revenge," she vowed, attempting to reassure her father.

She would spare no effort, ensuring that Cyril's life became a living hell.

"Eh?" a cold sensation gripped her throat.

"BUAHHHH" She puked, blood gushing from her mouth, and she instinctively covered her with her hands .

But the wound was too deep.

It narrowly missed her spinal cord but still pierced her throat.

In that moment, she felt a sharp, intense pain, like a searing heat slicing through her flesh.

Panic surged within her as she struggled to breathe, each breath coming in ragged gasps.

Blood gushed from the wound, warm and sticky against her skin, as she grappled with the terrifying reality that she was dying.

Every movement sent waves of agony radiating through her body, and the world seemed to blur around her as she fought to stay conscious.

THUD!

"N— No..." He trembled, his voice quivering, as he watched his daughter slump to the floor, writhing in agony .

Her face was contorted with pain, regret, fear, and a myriad of other emotions as she lay dying.

In her final moments, she drew her last breath, her eyes wide open, reflecting her father's despair-filled face.

"Did you think you could die in peace?" Reign's voice echoed as he returned to the dining room, his face showing a satisfied expression.

He detested the notion of Cyril's father dying with a peace of mind.

Despite feeling anger on her behalf, he remained unable to decipher his true feelings, attributing them to something else entirely.

He was in denial, refusing to acknowledge his own emotions.

No, it was as if he had convinced himself that he was incapable of experiencing such emotions in the first place.

He considered himself a true monster, convinced that his main focus should solely be on killing and consuming more humans.

In his mind, there was no room for anything so human-like and seemingly useless emotions.

Whatever this feeling was, only the future could tell if it would make him weak and vulnerable or if it would propel him further to achieve greater heights.

As for Cyril, she was currently unaware that their fated meeting would be the start of something huge in the future.

So significant that it would decide the fate of this world.

***

In a room designed with lavish furnishings and a grand king-size bed, sat a woman of unparalleled beauty with flowing blonde hair that shone under the glow of the chandelier.

She looked exceptionally beautiful, especially in the sexy white nightgown she was currently wearing

But, amidst all of this luxury, her face showed deep sadness.

She stood up and approached the window to her right, overlooking the moonlit sky.

As she raised her hand as if wanting to touch the moon, a red barrier materialized on the window, preventing her from leaving.

"Reign," Anna whispered, her voice barely audible, her heart aching with the weight of longing and love for the one she cherished the most

The hope of Reign rescuing her someday was the sole anchor keeping her sane in this place

She had been filled with sadness ever since she was imprisoned in this castle, but tonight, a new sensation haunted her.

It wasn't just sadness or longing; it was a bad feeling that something terrible was happening .

"Why... Why do I feel so sad right now?" she asked herself, her voice trembling as tears welled up in her eyes.

She had always projected an image of strength for Reign, wanting him to depend on her.

But deep down, as she evolved and acquired more emotions, she realized it also made her more vulnerable.

"Reign... I miss you. Please, hurry up and save me," she whispered in the air.