The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 684

Chapter 684: Valley Of Eternal Abyss

"Arlan, why aren’t you using darkness?" Oriana shouted, hoping he could hear her, though doubt gnawed at her, knowing how far away he was thrown. Desperate, she turned to Drayce. "King Drayce, tell your friend to use darkness!"

Drayce, standing silently on the other side, met her eyes but remained silent.

Frustration and helplessness surged through Oriana as she watched Tharzimon advance on Arlan again. With another powerful attack, Tharzimon sent Arlan flying once more.

"Help your friend, you two! Don’t just stand there!" Oriana shouted at Draven and Drayce.

Draven responded with a calm but firm voice, "He told us it’s his fight and his right to protect his mate. As beasts, we have to follow the rules. You are not our mate."

Oriana’s eyes darted to Drayce. "You said I am your sister. You should protect me and him."

Drayce shook his head helplessly, "We can not break the rules of the beast world when it comes to mates. One’s mate is his responsibility to protect and to claim. If he gets you with our help, he is not a beast enough and doesn’t deserve to have you as his mate. He would be enraged if went against the rule. It’s between those two who are fighting for you."

"I’m not a beast woman. I don’t follow these rules!" Oriana retorted, her voice filled with desperation.

"But we do," Draven interjected, his tone unyielding. "Whether he wins you or loses you, that’s how it will be, and you have to accept it. This is the law of our world, and it cannot be broken." His words were final, as he was the king of beasts and devoted to all the rules which can’t be broken.

Tears welled up in Oriana’s eyes as she watched Arlan struggle against Tharzimon’s overwhelming power. The demon, seemingly reveling in his dominance, used his powers and lifted Arlan’s bruised and bloodied body into the air for all to see, his unconscious form a tragic display of defeat.

"Arlan," Oriana called out, her voice breaking as tears streamed down her face. "I accept his defeat, Tharzimon," she pleaded. "Let him go now."

Tharzimon turned to face her, his expressions turned evil and threatening, "Let him go?" He laughed wickedly, the sound echoing through the air. "Oh, I do plan to let him go." The malicious glint in his eyes sent a chill down Oriana’s spine.

"Don’t," she begged, desperation clear in her voice. "I will be your demoness willingly, just let him go back to the mortal realm."

Tharzimon’s mocking smile widened. "Willingly or unwillingly, you will be my demoness. I am the ruler of this realm; your wishes mean nothing to me. What matters is what I want," he sneered. "And right now, I want you to regret provoking me. I want you to learn your lesson and never dare to disobey me. You will submit to me and serve me."

Oriana’s voice cracked with despair as she pleaded, "I’ll do anything you say. Please, I beg you, let him go." She felt utterly helpless, abandoned by everyone, including Arlan’s friends, who chose to follow their rules over saving him. A mix of anger and despair began to consume her.

"What can I do?" she thought, desperately trying to access her powers, but they were useless against the confinement imposed by Tharzimon’s magic.

Suddenly, the ground beneath them began to shake as if an earthquake had struck. Oriana’s heart raced, unsure of what was happening, while the demons cheered loudly, as if what they were waiting for was finally happening.

"Throw that mortal into the valley. Let his soul rot there."

"A mortal dared challenge our lord and covet our princess."

"Kill him. Tear his limbs apart before throwing him."

A shiver ran down Oriana’s spine as she realized the horror of the situation.

A wide crack appeared in the ground far ahead, rapidly widening and dividing the land. Tharzimon had summoned the Valley of Eternal Abyss, intending to throw Arlan into its depths.

"If this is what you want," Drayce and Draven both attacked Xyron as they had no time to waste. _{freeωebnovēl.c૦m}