Married To The Mad Vampire Lord - Chapter 503

Chapter 503: The Good News
Back in the demon world, Rohan didn’t stop from destroying everything. He made it personal when he burned down the royal castle in Nightbrook, but killing and destroying everything didn’t give him the solace he longed for; it didn’t cure his broken heart. At least before Belle came into his life, he had been heartless, feeling nothing, but having a broken heart and having none at all were entirely different experiences.

Many times he tried not to feel, but her image flashed into his mind repeatedly. He saw her smiling and alive. He found himself looking through the vision to the room in the castle where he had stored every single portrait of her he had made, and he watched them.

Back when they were in Bimmerville, he had made sure to retrieve every single portrait of her he had painted and stored them all in his art room at the castle, displaying some of them on the walls and hiding those he had taken of her without clothes, which he had promised would be for his eyes alone.

Now, he watched them through the vision, remembering every curve and every smile of her he had captured during Angel’s pregnancy. There was another portrait from the time they had gone out on her birthday in Bimmerville, where she smiled and her face was highlighted by the floating wishing lamps. Her hazel eyes were luminous and sparkling, her smile bright, brighter than the stars themselves, her cheeks flushed from the cold. A twisting sensation gripped his heart and closed his throat.

Looking at her portraits was nothing but a terrible mistake, for it killed something inside him all over again. It made him so angry he wanted to ruin everything; it broke him so much that silent tears leaked from his eyes, and his heart felt like it was shattering into tiny little pieces, as if he were watching her die in front of him all over again and he couldn’t do anything about it.

Three days had passed without her. Three fucking days without his wife.

While he sent his flames into the lands, he replayed all the happy memories of her in his mind until they overlapped, adding to his misery. In a fit of anguish, he shot off every thought and memory.

Rohan didn’t know how long he had been destroying places, but he was aware that days had passed. And if it weren’t for the demon king’s interruption, Rohan knew he wouldn’t have been aware of anything, and even that interruption was not welcomed, as he had warned the bastard not to come in front of him for as long as he was here.

“Hello, young one. How is your destruction coming along? You must have sunk half the world by now,” Ereves said casually, daring to stand next to the boy, who acted as if he couldn’t hear him and did not acknowledge him. Ereves had expected as much, so he didn’t let the boy’s silence put him off from saying what had brought him here.

He had spent days in that boring, dull place just to achieve what he was about to announce and make it possible, so Rohan’s silence was nothing. “You should step away and tend to your wounds, boy. The bullets will rot your flesh if you don’t remove them. They don’t look so good in your back.”

Since the day Belle had died, Rohan’s senses had numbed any physical pain, and the bullets had been left unattended.

“You—”

“Say another word to me and I’ll fucking choke you with flames, Ereves. Leave me alone,” Rohan warned in a dangerous, deep voice, causing Ereves to raise his hands in surrender.

“As much as I want to leave you alone, I have something very important to tell you,” Ereves said, peeking at the boy from the corner of his eye. Rohan’s jaw tightened, and his temper visibly simmered as he didn’t want Ereves beside him.

“You know—” Ereves began, but Rohan swirled around and grabbed the demon’s neck, his claws digging in as fire burned in the palm of his other hand. “What part of leave me alone don’t you fucking understand?” he growled.

The demon felt the burn of Rohan’s flames in his throat and let out a resigned sigh. “You know you have a bad attitude and temper, son. But I don’t expect much from you. All I came here to tell you is that I’ve taken your wife to that little place over the mountains, where I still can’t fathom why you want to live there in the first place.”

Ereves had stayed and watched the entire revival process, observing how a dead person was brought back to life by the elders. He had had to go and find where Rohan had hidden his wife’s body, which had taken time, because without her body, even just a little part of it, the revival would be impossible. The entire process was exhausting for a creature who had stayed in his world for many years, using his illusion to trick people.

Ereves had thought telling his son about it would make him happy. However, he watched as Rohan’s eyes darkened and dark veins bulged underneath his skin.

“How dare you fucking touch her body?” Rohan demanded, believing the demon had gone and moved her, changing the place he had carefully kept her to protect her.

Rohan had kept her in a cold place to slow her decomposition. Although he knew she was dead, Rohan had started this destruction with the intention of forcing the elders to face him. Since he couldn’t go to them to demand the return of his wife, destroying their order was the only way to make them come out, and until then he didn’t want his wife’s body to decompose completely. But this bastard had gone and relocated her to the mountains, where the cold wasn’t as severe as Groovestill, where he had taken her.

Rohan’s rage got the best of him. He hit the demon with a fireball, sending him miles across the ruined land. He conjured another fireball to attack him, but Ereves moved away, dodging it while speaking.

“Is this what I get for a thank you, son?” Ereves mused as he opened his wings to evade the rain of fireballs. “You have no idea how much time I spent away from my world to get her back for you. I even gave my healing blood to restore her body. I traveled through your destruction, retrieved her a brand new dress, and carried her over the mountains to that house of yours. But see how I am repaid? Ungrateful brat!”

Rohan, barely listening to his words and more determined to inflict pain on the demon, stopped midair when his mind finally processed them. Flames still burned in his palms. “What do you mean?” he asked.

Ereves finally stopped, facing his son directly. “You are finally listening. I said your wife is waiting for you in that little house of yours.”

“My wife?” Rohan’s flames vanished from his palms, and the dark veins under his skin receded. “How could she be waiting for me? What did you do?” he asked, not fully understanding whether the demon meant her body was in their cottage or that the living Belle had returned. His heart leapt, and his stomach quivered at the thought that the latter might be true.

“I went into the land of the dead and made that lazy fucker revive her for you. Aren’t I awesome, young one?” Ereves said, a wide, proud grin stretching across his face, expecting Rohan to praise him. But Rohan’s head was already ringing from his words.

They revived Belle… Belle is waiting for me at the mountains… Belle is back.

Rohan’s heart began to pound faster, so fast he could barely keep up with the blood rushing through him. He didn’t dare hope or believe the demon, not until he saw it with his own eyes. Ereves was nothing but a manipulator.

He turned to leave the demon world, summoning back the portal that would take him straight to the mountains to see for himself, but Ereves spoke again. “Before you get all happy and carried away, there’s something I want to tell you.”

“What?” Rohan asked, already stepping toward the portal, urgency and impatience in his movement.

Ereves, disappointed that the boy hadn’t even thanked him, continued. “She might be back, but there’s something you should know before you meet her.”