Chapter 92: Chapter 92

Shia knew that everything she had seen thus far after being placed by Galahad at her own bed were all a dream, including now as she looked at Sirion sitting at the royal throne room of Gascone.

“You’ll never win, Sirion,” she hissed at him. Despite knowing that these were all a figment of her imagination in the land of sleep, Shia still hated him to the core.

He rose from his seat and walked towards her. “But I already have, deary... My plans had already been set into motion long before you had been aware of them. Did you not see my wedding gift for you in hell?”

Shia’s heart stopped. Did Sirion know that she and Langrion had made the journey to the underworld?

“Of course, deary! And now, I’ll be claiming your wedding night too...”

As soon as she heard him speak those words, she gasped and opened her eyes. It was too dark for her to see anything, but she knew she was now in her room back in Teotroly. She heaved a sigh of relief.

However, something stirred inside the blanket that covered her. She felt cold fingers brush into her thighs and a puff of warm breath heave through her skin starting from her stomach going upwards through her bosom. The heat emanating from whatever was underneath her blanket seeped into her flimsy night gown, and she was deathly frightened.

Shia tried her hardest to move and scream, but she couldn’t. She tried to thrash about but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t move any part of her at all, except for her eyes, which could only open widely at the apparition that was slowly making its way into her face.

It couldn’t possibly be!

She could only watch as wisps of jet-black hair appeared from underneath her blanket until she came face to face with the person – or god – whom she detested the most.

Sirion, who was bearing Danterion’s face, smiled his signature sinister smile back at Shia. Even in the darkness of her room, she could see how his face contorted into a victorious grin.

“So, you have finally wedded that bastard prince after all... Too bad I just won’t stand by and see you get taken away, my queen.”

She wanted to ask him how he could have come to Teotroly. Wasn’t there supposed to be some protection magic that was placed against him?

“Of course there was, dearest, but didn’t you just break it when you attempted to cross the time passages to see me?”

Her heart beat wildly. So, it was her own fault that the protection magic had broken?

“Precisely, my queen. I should thank you and that human boy, after all. Now, let’s take you out of here so that you can join me in my kingdom.”

Sirion rose from above her, and after slipping his arms underneath her waist, he swooped her effortlessly upwards. No matter how much she screamed at him or protested inside her head, she couldn’t even lift a damn finger. She couldn’t even wipe the tears that had flowed into her face and had obscured her vision.

“Now ,now, dear, don’t get too frightened. I shall take you away from here, and we shall have a proper wedding in Gascone after I kill your husband.”

He stole her effortlessly into the night, jumping from the balcony that was several feet high up in the air. Shia could only look back at the Temple of the Gods as parts of it exploded into the air. The shrieks and screams she heard from a distance only intensified the fear in her heart.

At that time, all she could do was to scream in her head and to call the name of the person she prayed with all her heart would be safe.

‘Langrey!’

At that exact moment as well, Langrion’s body shook. As soon as he heard the voice of her beloved scream inside her head, he opened his eyes and came back into his body.

The first thing he saw was the face of his friend and the former commander of the guards, Rus Misfah, holding a dagger against him at the dead of the night in mid-air.

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Near the room where Shia had been successfully abducted, a muscular figure had climbed over the ledge and had entered stealthily into the place where Langrion’s sleeping body can be found.

Commander Rus Misfah looked at the sleeping form of the boy he had protected as a knight a few years ago. He had loved this boy dearly. He was like a son to him, and he had high hopes that he would be a good king someday. Of course, he has no recollection of all of these things now. After The God of Darkness had taken over his body, he could only see him as his target and nothing more.

Right now, his task was to make sure that his mortal body would sleep forever. Quickly, he raised the knife that was given to him by His Darkness himself and plunged it with all his might straight into the boy’s chest.

Before he could move another inch, however, he saw the boy’s body shook, and his eyes flung open. The two of them were thunderstruck, and all they could do was look in each other’s eyes for what seemed like a long time.

Seemingly out of nowhere, a golden arrow swooped from the corner of the room and targeted Rus’ heart. By instinct, the commander immediately tried to fend off the arrow from piercing him. It clashed with the metallic blade of the dagger he was holding while using it to shield his upper body.

The arrow suddenly sparkled and blew into tinier pieces of light as it came in contact with the dagger. Almost immediately, Commander Rus fell unconscious into the floor.

An agitated Templar hurriedly ran into Langrion’s side. “Were you hurt?”

“Shia... W-where’s Shia,” was all that Langrion could ever say to him.

“She’s not in her room. Someone must have taken her.”

As soon as Templar said these words, Langrion jumped out of the bed, and snatched the dagger away from the unconscious hands of Commander Rus.

“I heard her call. She must not be far!” He had known in his heart that her scream had only meant one thing.

They both hurriedly went out of the room and dashed into the hallway. Somewhere, a room had exploded, sending shards of glasses into the air. Templar lifted Langrion’s body up into the air and did the same to his.

“Let’s fly. We won’t catch them if we don’t!”

Langrion could feel Shia’s frantic heartbeat against his. He could still sense her. She must still be somewhere near. He could still reach her.

He pointed to the direction to Templar. “They went through the balcony,” he said.

Templar nodded towards him. They ran into the hallway, but they were blocked by several throngs of temple servants who acted as if they were possessed.

Langrion bit his lips. He could feel Shia getting farther and farther away, slipping through his fingers. The worst thing was that he knew where she was, but he couldn’t come to her as quickly as he could.

“Go, and follow her!” Templar said to him. “I’ll stop them!”

As he spoke, he shot arrow after arrow from his bow and immediately, the servants who were hit fell asleep on the ground.

Langrion spun into the room where Shia had been staying. Sure enough, he saw the wide open balcony and flung himself downwards.

Thankfully, Templar’s power of flight was still able to do its work. He would have instantly died if he hit the ground below.

‘Langrey!’

He could still hear his wife’s voice ringing strongly in his ears. She had been moving away faster than he could.

He spotted them on the edge of the shore where a black-hooded figure stood, obscuring his full view of Shia. There was no need to see his face, however. He knew exactly who that person was.

Langrion raised the dagger that he held in his hands against the back of the brother he knew so well, who was now under the possession of the God of Darkness.

A few paces before he reached him, however, he turned around and he saw Shia sprawled in his arms.

Langrion dropped into the ground in a faster rate than he had intended. He sprawled haplessly into the earth in front of Danterion.

“Why have you woken up so soon, brother? And here I was wishing you’ve died peacefully instead...”

The God of Darkness, who bore Danterion’s face, turned around before Langrion could even get up from his sudden crash. “I’ve no time for this now. Go plunge yourself to death in the waters, won’t you?”

At this, Langrion could feel an overbearing power consume him. The mark in his chest began to throb. The heat consumed him. Then, just like magic, his body started to move involuntarily on his own. He stood up against his will, and his feet started to move on their own. He started to walk towards the edge of the island.

“No!” Langrion fought himself with all his might, but his body wasn’t listening to him.

‘Langrey! Langrion, you’ve got to fight it off!’ It was Shia’s voice that rang in his head. He wanted to fight it off, but he can’t. He took another step.

“L-Langrey...” he finally heard Shia say out as Sirion trudged farther away from her.

“My queen, you’re waking up now too, aren’t you? But, why would you call another man’s name when I’m here? Don’t you know it’s pissing me off?”

“P-please...” Langrion heard Shia say. “Let him go... Please...”

“As you wish...” Sirion whispered

Instead of stopping, his feet began to run faster into the edge of the ravine where Langrey found himself plunging into the deep, dark tides of the ocean underneath Teotroly.