The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 613

Chapter 613: Oriana In The Demon Realm

After Arlan left, Oriana kept herself busy with Snowflake. Since it was cold outside, she took Snowflake into the chamber. The wolf climbed onto the bed, leaving space for her master. Oriana joined Snowflake, lying down with her back resting against the wolf’s warm, furry stomach, and stared at the sky through the window.

"Snowflake, do you ever wonder where you came from, who your parents were, and how a spiritual beast like you ended up in the snow, unattended?"

Snowflake growled lightly in response, as if agreeing with her.

"I wonder the same," Oriana continued, maintaining her one-sided conversation with her pet. "I know about my human existence now, but I want to know about my previous life. I want to know who my parents were and how I lived back then in the Demon realm. I know I should be content with what I have now, but I can’t help but wonder. Especially about my mother, who was said to be the angel of the wind element. She crafted that lotus and protected the dragon’s soul.

"I want to know if she really handed it over to me, or what exactly happened back then. Somehow, she is the reason why I am with Arlan now, my current happy life with Arlan, my mother in the previous life is the reason." She sighed helplessly and closed her eyes to rest, mumbling, "I wish I could go to that place, the one that connects me to my previous mother, and feel her presence and our past."

Oriana kept her eyes closed, unaware of what was happening around her. The next moment, she opened her eyes and found herself in unfamiliar surroundings. She blinked a few times, thinking, "Have I fallen asleep and started dreaming already?"

She rubbed her eyes, but the view remained the same. There was no window to her chamber, no walls or curtains; she was out in the open, still lying with her back against Snowflake’s warm stomach. "What the hell is going on?" she exclaimed, sitting up and realizing that instead of a soft bed, she was on a stony surface. Instead of the night and starry sky, she saw a clear, or rather cloudy, sky. It was no longer cold but warm all of a sudden.

She turned to look at Snowflake, who stood up now that Oriana was no longer leaning against her.

Oriana looked around. The place seemed deserted, resembling a neglected garden of someone’s residence. Random pillars of black rock, their carvings worn away, dotted the landscape. The entire floor was a plain black rock, surrounded by huge boulders. It seemed as if this place had been dug out and created on a mountain of black rock.

"What is this place? Are we in a dream, or did you bring me here?" Oriana mumbled, glancing around.

"We are in the Demon realm, master."

A soft, feminine voice finally broke the silence. Oriana turned to the wolf, "Is that you, Snowflake?"

"Yes, master," the wolf replied, her mind linked with Oriana’s.

"How could you talk to me all of a sudden?"

"Because master needs me to talk to her?" the wolf answered.

"Did you just say the Demon realm? Did you bring me here?"

"Yes, master."

"Why? How?" Oriana didn’t know what to ask first.

"Master, you wished to come to this place, and I brought you here by teleportation. Whenever my master needs something, my powers act accordingly to aid you."

Oriana remembered her words. "But I was just...," she paused. "First, tell me we can go back to human realm."

"Yes, we can. As long as master wants to return, we can," Snowflake assured her.

Oriana let out a sigh of relief. "Of course, I want to go back," she said, then hesitated. "But before that, let me look around quickly. I said I wanted to see something related to my mother, so you definitely brought me here for that, didn’t you?"

"It’s the place you wished to go, master. Only you can decide. I just act as a medium to teleport, my master."

"That means this place belonged to my mother in my previous life," Oriana concluded, walking around. She stopped in front of a huge rock that appeared to have once been a small waterfall. At the bottom were rocky pots where the water must have fallen. Even the markings at the base showed where the water used to flow. Now all dried up as if this place had lost its life.

She touched the huge, rocky, circular pot, and the next moment, images flashed before her eyes.

"Mother, this golden lotus is so beautiful. I wish one day I could craft something like it with my divine powers."

Images of a young girl and a woman from behind appeared. The woman placed a golden lotus in the rocky pot, shining like the purest gold.

"I believe you can, Esmeray. After all, you are my daughter, and you possess the same heavenly power as I do."

"But why is there darkness trapped inside it?"

"It’s not trapped, dear; it’s taking shelter inside this flower."

"But isn’t there only one Dragon, and it’s Him, the lord of darkness? Then where did this one come from?"

"This soul is a part of Him. All you need to remember is to protect it and never let it fall into the wrong hands."