The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 812

Chapter 812: Oriana’s Help

As Morpheus fled towards the sky, Grianor asked, "Will he be able to protect himself this time?" 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

"He himself had taken that oath back then, and now he has to fulfill it. The rest is his destiny," Solaris commented as he looked at the sky where Morpheus was disappearing.

"I will go and pass him my essence," Grianor said, ready to leave.

"It will only prolong his life for a few moments. Only darkness can hold him, but he doesn’t have the power of darkness."

"But I have," Oriana came forward, her eyes narrowing at the skies, determination flashing in them.

"Princess Esmeray, you have a plan?" Solaris asked, a light smile playing on his lips as if he already knew what she had in mind. "I am glad you are willing to help."

Esmeray looked at him. "Though I hate the heaven realm and the crafty beings here, the ones up there are my friends. And I will do anything to help and protect them."

Solaris hummed in delight. "The three realms will always be grateful to you."

"I am doing it only to save my friends, the demon realm, and the mortal world," she made it clear that the heaven realm meant nothing to her and it could go to hell.

The next moment, she disappeared from her place, her sword emitting the power of absolute darkness.

Solaris smiled as he looked up towards the sky, while Grianor said, "Will she be able to help?"

"If they plan it well," Solaris said, "I am sure they will. Spending their life in the hardship among the mortals, had given them more wisdom than any of Devine beings. They have learned to value the people and relationship they have."

"That we lack in the heaven realm," Grianor said.

Solaris chuckled, "It’s never late to change. And you shouldn’t blame yourself either. Everything is one’s destiny."

Grianor could only hum.

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Meanwhile, the three Dragons settled across the star constellations set by the Devil, each in their position for their own realm. The Devil stood at the center of the triangle, extending his power outward to connect them.

"You three can now extend your powers to connect with the other two dragons," the Devil told them through the mind link.

The three followed his command. Darkness surged from their cores, beams of power shooting across the skies, linking them together until the triangle sealed tight with crushing force. The entire Heaven Realm trembled under the immense pressure of darkness, four dragons feeding their strength into it.

The enraged celestial phoenix screeched, her cry ripping through the skies. She darted in every direction, wings cutting through clouds and firestorm winds, but each time her path slammed against the unyielding wall of darkness.

She was trapped in the triangle created by absolute darkness connecting all three realms. The hellfire wreathing her body flared wildly, desperate to consume everything.

Morpheus cut through the storm of flames of hellfire, forcing himself to get closer to her. The heat from the hellfire scorching his skin, but he refused to stop.

"Ember!" he shouted over the roar of hellfire. The flames lashed out, almost scorching his wing, yet he pressed forward, pushing through.

But she didn’t hear him. The phoenix twisted sharply, wings beating with impossible speed as she searched relentlessly for weakness, for any exit out of the trap. Her fury made her even faster, her flames threatening to incinerate everything they touched.

Then, Morpheus stopped, and flew high above the skies. He calmly watched her below and analyzed her pattern of flying. Each turn, each furious strike against the barrier — there was a rhythm, a cycle to her movements. He saw it. He knew where she would turn next.

With a determined breath, he dove in the opposite direction of hers, streaking like a meteor across the triangle. He aimed for the exact point where their paths would cross head on, willing to endure the searing agony of hellfire if it meant he could stand in front of her, if it gave him even one more heartbeat to reach her soul and made her listen to him.

As long as he could stop her — as long as he could bring her back — nothing else mattered.

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