The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 69

“Interesting. Are you going to kill me because of a human?” Morpheus managed to speak, trying to remain composed despite the pain spreading from his neck. “You might be stronger, but I’m not going down without a fight. If I were to resist, that kid might end up needing to reconstruct not just your chamber but your entire palace.”

Morpheus did not strike back, not because he couldn’t but because he felt this was enough.

‘Enough… for now…’

Seeing the anger in those red eyes, Morpheus felt a small satisfaction. Next time, it wouldn’t be mere words. What the shapeshifter had in mind was not only physical punishment, but one that would stab straight into Draven’s cold heart.

Soon, Draven would have a taste of the suffering Morpheus had suffered after losing his loved ones.

“Stay away from her,” Draven warned.

But Morpheus only found his reaction more and more amusing. “After seeing you like this, how could I?”

“If you hate me for that mistake that much, why didn’t you accept the throne when I wanted to give it up?”

After his failure to protect his people, Draven wished to give up the throne and exile himself from Agartha as punishment. He was going to hand over the throne to Morpheus, a trustworthy warrior whose strength was only second to his, but the shapeshifter declined.

Morpheus sneered. “And what? Let you run away? I want you to stay here, to witness the children of your subjects grow up without their parents, to see the people who still grieve over the loss of their family and friends even up to this day, to be reminded every single day that your mistake cost us our loved ones. How can you think of freeing yourself from your guilt and running away? You still have to pay for your blood debt…

“…and taking that little female away from you is but a small interest of your debt.”

In a fraction of a second, the two men disappeared from the King’s chamber and reappeared at the peak of a faraway rocky mountain. The darkness of the night had covered the entire sky at this point, yet this darkness seemingly paled to the shadow on Draven’s face..

“Stay away from her,” Draven repeated with gritted teeth. He even tightened the grip of his hand on his throat to drive his point.

Morpheus choked, and this time, he used his powers against the angry devil. His hand emitted a strong pulse made of sonic energy that pushed not only Draven back but also Morpheus. The two men slid away from each other, their feet leaving trail marks on the ground.

Once again, the collision of their powers disturbed their surroundings, causing dust to be stirred and the nearby rocks to overturn.

Both were standing quite a distance from each other with Draven glaring at the winged man while Morpheus was more concerned about his throat. He stretched his neck left and right as he touched what he knew were finger-shaped bruises left by the King’s hand.