The Extra Who Shouldn’t Exist - Chapter 250

Chapter 250: Chapter 250 : Spirit bonding (2)
[ Demon Realm ]

The sky above the Demon Realm was a swirling storm of crimson clouds and black lightning. The land was barren and cracked, stretching endlessly under the blood-red moon.

A massive army of demons stood on this desolate plain, lined in perfect formation—but fear gripped their hearts. Even the strongest among them seemed tense, as if awaiting something far more terrifying than death.

Each demon bore horns of various shapes—twisted, curved, jagged—crowning their heads like cursed thrones.

Their skin ranged from deep maroon to shadowy gray, and some had glowing eyes, leathery wings, or tails tipped with venom. Among them stood towering Demon Lords and Generals, cloaked in dark armor, radiating oppressive auras that made the air itself tremble.

These were beings capable of leveling entire kingdoms on their own… and yet, unease shimmered in their eyes.

Suddenly, a group of demon scouts sprinted across the battlefield, shouting at the top of their lungs.

“They’re coming! Everyone, prepare yourselves!”

“They’re here!!”

From the far horizon, black shapes emerged—fast, chaotic, unstoppable.

The earth shook.

An army of the undead surged toward them with thunderous speed. It was not just skeletons or ghouls—this horde was a nightmare given form. Undead goblins screeched, wielding rusted blades. Massive decaying monsters that once roamed the Demon Realm now marched as rotting behemoths. Towering undead dragons soared above the horde, screeching with hollow fury, their breath foul with death. Abominations made of stitched corpses and dark magic crawled like spiders across the hills.

The ground trembled harder as the undead closed the distance.

The demon soldiers clutched their weapons tightly, hearts pounding, eyes wide.

Suddenly, a deep commanding voice echoed from the front lines.

“Do not be afraid!” shouted a demon commander, his presence commanding immediate attention. “We have Lady Bellatrix with us! A Duke of the Demon Realm herself stands by our side!”

He raised his flaming greatsword, aura blazing around him.

“Today, we avenge our fallen brothers! Today, we bring justice to the one who dared to slaughter our wives! Our mothers! Our children! Our daughters! Today, we end the nightmare!”

He stepped forward, shouting with defiance in his voice.

“WHO IS WITH ME?!”

A roar erupted from the demon army as fear melted away, replaced by burning fury. Weapons were raised. Wings spread. Claws sharpened. The ground itself cracked beneath their collective might.

Then, a new presence descended among them.

A stunning woman emerged—mature, poised, and terrifyingly beautiful. She wore a revealing black and crimson dress, embroidered with demonic sigils. Her long, blood-red hair flowed like fire, and her red eyes glowed like twin moons. Magic clung to her body like a second skin.

Her voice rang out, seductive and enchanting—yet full of power.

“My beloved soldiers…”

The army stilled instantly.

“Let your fear melt before me. Let your rage sing. Let your hearts burn with the fire of vengeance. Today, we are not merely demons… we are wrath incarnate. I will stand at the front with you. I will bleed with you. I will kill for you. And I will not let a single one of you fall without making the heavens weep!”

Her charm was overwhelming. Her voice was magic itself.

The entire army dropped to their knees, voices uniting like thunder.

“For Lady Bellatrix! I will give my life!”

“For Lady Bellatrix!”

Bellatrix smiled warmly.

“Do not worry. I will always be there to protect you guys.”

She turned toward the battlefield.

“Now… attack!”

A warcry erupted. Then came the charge.

The two armies collided like tidal waves of fire and death. Blades clashed. Magic exploded. Demon knights slammed into undead ogres, shattering their bones with dark weapon arts.

Mages summoned hellfire and lightning storms to blast apart the enemy ranks. Twin-headed hounds tore into undead goblins. Spellfire roared across the battlefield, illuminating the chaos.

Bellatrix’s army, empowered by fury and faith, tore through the undead like fire through dry leaves.

For a moment, victory felt within reach.

But then… the air shifted.

From amidst the undead ranks, a cloaked figure stepped forward, his face hidden in shadow. His movements were calm, almost lazy. But something about him made even the dragons falter.

Looking closer, beneath the edge of the cloak, hideous scars were visible—ripping across his chin and jaw, up to his cheekbones. His presence twisted the very energy of the realm.

He raised a single hand.

Then, with just a flick of his finger—

The earth moaned.

The skies dimmed.

And despair returned.

Thousands of undead burst from the ground beneath the demon army. The corpses that had just been slain began to reform—flesh reattaching, bones snapping back into place.

“No… no, this can’t be happening!” one demon screamed as a friend he just saw die rose again… and stabbed him through the chest.

The demon army’s formation broke.

Chaos reigned.

Hell itself had been unleashed.

Demon soldiers were impaled, crushed, torn apart. A wyvern’s wings were torn off by undead griffins and slammed into its rider. Magic failed as necrotic corruption poisoned the very mana in the air. Screams echoed endlessly as bodies fell, torn limb from limb, guts painting the battlefield crimson.

Hope shattered like glass.

Bellatrix’s eyes widened with fury.

Her aura exploded, as if shaking the heavens.

In a blur, she vanished from her spot and appeared before the cloaked figure.

“AZRAEL!” she screamed. “So you’ve finally shown yourself!”

The cloaked man tilted his head slightly, a smirk forming under his hood.

“My dear fiancée,” he whispered, voice rough and cold, “I’ve finally come back for you.”

Bellatrix’s fist, wrapped in glowing demonic aura, punched forward with world-breaking force.

“Then die!”

The ground cracked. Fissures spread. The air screamed.

Her punch collided with Azrael’s chest. The impact was devastating. A shockwave exploded in all directions. Dust and blood covered the scene.

When the dust settled, her hand had pierced clean through his heart.

Azrael coughed blood, his cloak torn away to reveal a hideously scarred face twisted in a smile.

“You always did hit hard…”

But he didn’t fall.

Instead, before Bellatrix could react, Azrael twisted and delivered a brutal kick to her neck with monstrous speed.

Her head snapped sideways—

And was severed from her body.

Her crimson hair flew in the air as her head hit the blood-soaked ground.

The battlefield went silent.

Not even the undead moved.

Everyone—demon and undead alike—froze in disbelief.

The mighty Duke of the Demon Realm… Lady Bellatrix… had fallen.

And Azrael stood, a gaping hole in his chest, smiling as blood ran down his chin.

But something even more unbelievable happened.

Bellatrix’s headless body began to move.

Amid the chaos, blood still dripping from her open neck, she slowly walked forward. Demons and undead alike paused in stunned silence as the body reached toward her own severed head lying on the ground.

Without hesitation, it lifted the head and reattached it.

A burst of dark, demonic energy surged from the point of connection. Her eyes snapped open with crimson fury.

Azrael clicked his tongue.

“Tch… I knew it wouldn’t be that easy.”

Bellatrix stood tall once more, her face emotionless but her eyes seething.

“When will you stop this meaningless slaughter, Azrael?” she asked coldly.

Azrael let out a laugh, his voice echoing through the devastated battlefield.

“I’ll stop,” he said, “when I finally take what belongs to me.”

His tone darkened.

“And don’t use that soft tone with me… it disgusts me.”

Bellatrix narrowed her eyes.

“It’s a shame, you know. There was a time I wanted you more than anything.”

Her voice trembled—not from fear, but buried emotion.

“But now you’re nothing more than a filthy undead… a disease spreading destruction everywhere you go.”

Azrael shrugged, grinning.

“Yeah… and I’ll continue to do so.”

He raised his arms slowly.

“So what are you going to do about it?”

Suddenly, red energy exploded from his body—a suffocating aura of dread and control. It warped the space around him, distorting the air, the earth… and even the minds of those nearby.

Bellatrix’s eyes went wide.

Her breath hitched.

“No… impossible…”

She staggered back.

“That’s… the Aura of Domination…”

Azrael’s lips twisted into a devilish smirk.

“Exactly. You all thought Father was gone… and that his legacy would fade away with him.”

His voice boomed like thunder.

“Guess again. This failure of a son has finally unlocked the power of my heritage!”

Bellatrix turned quickly, her voice roaring across the field.

“RUN!”

But Azrael’s whisper came too soon, soft yet amplified like a curse upon the wind.

“Too late.”

Then a single word echoed across the battlefield.

“Kneel.”

The moment it left his lips, every demon on the field—thousands of them—froze. Their weapons fell. Their bodies dropped to one knee, eyes glazed in a haze of forced submission.

All… except Bellatrix.

She stood alone amidst a sea of kneeling warriors.

Azrael tilted his head.

“Just as I thought. It still doesn’t work on high-ranking demons like you.”

He chuckled.

“After all, you’re a Duke of the Demon Realm. Second only to the king.”

Bellatrix gritted her teeth.

‘Damn it… his aura… it’s suppressing mine. I can’t free them. He’s overridden their minds. They’re… they’re under his control!’

‘I have to do something now or… or everything I sacrificed… will be for nothing.’

But before she could act, several of her own soldiers suddenly turned, eyes glowing red with domination.

And they attacked.

Bellatrix narrowly dodged a blade to the throat, flipping backwards. Another demon lunged, claws aimed at her heart. She ducked, spinning mid-air and retaliating with a blast of charm-infused energy.

It fizzled uselessly.

Nothing worked.

Her charm spells—her signature power—had no effect.

Azrael laughed.

Laughed with joy. With madness.

“You do realize what’ll happen if you kill them, right?”

He raised a hand mockingly.

“It’ll be your loss, not mine.”

Bellatrix glared at him, preparing a spell to respond—

But suddenly—out of nowhere—a dagger pierced through her back and right into her heart.

Her mouth opened in silent agony as the blade twisted.

It was coated in the same red Aura of Domination.

She coughed a mouthful of blood, her body trembling.

Her eyes turned forward… but the Azrael standing there began to fade into mist and vanish.

‘A fake…?!’

From the shadows behind her, the real Azrael stepped forward, hand still gripping the dagger embedded in her.

“I fooled you, didn’t I?” he whispered in her ear.

Bellatrix’s face twisted with rage.

“I should’ve killed you… back then… with that cursed girl of yours.”

“For old times’ sake… I spared you.”

Azrael’s expression darkened.

“You’re absolutely right,” he whispered. “You *should’ve* killed me.”

He pulled the dagger out slowly, letting her fall to her knees.

“But now… you’ll die instead.”

His voice grew louder, resonating with the power of vengeance.

“I sacrificed everything—even my soul—to reach this point. And now… I’ll take your title. Your seat. Your crown.”

He raised the blood-stained dagger high.

“After countless defeats… I’ve finally brought down one of you.”

He stared down at her.

“And soon… the rest will kneel as well.”

Bellatrix’s thoughts spiraled as blood pooled around her.

‘No… I can’t… give up now… I will not… be defeated… by someone like him.’

‘ I just need one chance… one single chance.’

‘I will kill him. This time, no mercy. No hesitation.’

Suddenly, as if the world itself heard her cry, a blinding light enveloped her body.

Ancient runes spiraled across the ground, forming a massive summoning circle beneath her—glowing with radiant, pulsing energy.

Azrael’s eyes widened.

‘What… is this?’

Bellatrix blinked.

‘A summoning circle? Someone… is summoning a demon?’

A wide smile crept across her bloodied face.

‘This is my chance.’

The circle began to pulse brighter and brighter until the light consumed everything around her.

In the next instant—everything went white.

When her vision cleared—

She was still in the same battlefield.

Alone.

Confused.

Meanwhile, Azrael now stood in a strange new space.

Dark. Cold. Endless.

Before him stood a figure, cloaked in strange divine energy, radiating power beyond comprehension.

The man looked exactly like him—but older, battle-worn, and terrifyingly confident.

The man stared at Azrael and said,

“Listen carefully, other me.”

His voice was calm, yet absolute.

“The one you’re about to meet is a real bastard.”

Azrael’s jaw dropped as he saw the face of the figure standing infront of him and th words he spoke.

‘What… the hell is this?!’

[ A/N :- tell me honestly how many of you thought it will be Bellatrix who will get teleported 😂 ]

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