Hellbound With You novel Chapter 487

Chapter 487 The Long Lost Tale Part XXXIII *

Time passed by, but the storm continued raging overnight.

It was already morning, but Alex was still sitting on the bench outside Abigail’s small house, with her in his arms. The two of them used to sit there quietly and watch the sky. But this time, none of them were looking up anymore.

Once Alex’s army caught up and also arrived at the foot of the Black Dragon Hill, they saw their master still grieving, and they could only watch until Alex’s generals and the witch approached him.

The witch could tell that Alexander’s spirit was entirely broken, and no word could ever make him feel better anymore. However, she needed to speak and tell him to let her go.

"Your highness," she started, "please let her go now. You have to let her rest now, your highness."

Her kind words somehow reached Alex, and he slowly looked up. His dark and lifeless eyes glanced at the sky, and he saw it was already morning. He looked down at Abigail again for a while as he finally spoke.

"I... I want to give her a proper resting place." He said, his gaze not leaving her face. It was then that he noticed that his Abigail was wearing that golden-colored dress she was wearing that night when they first met.

His eyes started to well as he kissed her forehead one last time. "Fine, Abigail..." he uttered. "I will wait for you, no matter how long it takes. I promise." His tears fell as he gently bumped his forehead on hers. "Just please promise me... that the next time we meet, don’t ever leave me like this again, okay?"

As he said those words, the rain stopped. That day, Alex finally let go of her and buried his heart and soul along with her.

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Alexander and his men then headed back to Ashteria the next day. When they arrived at the vampire’s largest city, the entire place was already turned into ash, along with the neighboring vampire towns and villages and the forests where the witches live. There was nothing left, and the only thing standing right then was the gate where Abigail had died.

Lexus was flying aimlessly in the sky, as if he didn’t know where to go, just looking for something to burn.

But the moment he saw Alex and his army. The dragon majestically landed in the ruins. It was as if he was waiting for Alexander to arrive and come after him.

Gripping his sword, Alex’s lifeless eyes zeroed on him. All he could think right then was Abigail’s wish. He couldn’t even feel his heart anymore. His emotion was broken entirely.

That day, his war against Lexus started. He attacked him without reservation, and the dragon fought back furiously.

Both of them turned into beasts with no heart and soul—monsters who knew and want nothing but to kill and kill to no end.

The war went on for days. Half of Alexander’s army had fallen, but he had managed to wound Lexus with the help of huge arrows and spears. The moment Lexus fell on the ground, Alex climbed on Lexus back and stabbed him with his sword.

Lexus didn’t die, and he fled away. But Alexander didn’t stop and pursued him.

He knew he would return to the Black Dragon Hills. Back to Abigail’s place.

But Alex’s heart had gone entirely black. He had become a coldblooded monster since he left the hill that day. He had killed his emotions, compassion, and soul because that was the only way for him to win against the dragon.

When Alexander and his army arrived at the hill, the battle continued. Alex’s men fell one after another. Thousands of his men had fallen before his sword finally pierced through Lexus’s heart.

The two of them were in the middle of the crater, on top of the plateau-like colossal rock. The sea of mist had disappeared when Abigail died, so all that could be seen around was nothing but deep canyons.

Alex was in his very last strength because of the endless long battle and because the burns Lexus inflicted wasn’t healing at all.