The Yellow-Haired Villain in Soaring Phoenix’s Novels Also Desires Happiness - Chapter 206
131. Curse of Destiny
Belrand.
Lower District.
Somewhere.
In the pitch-black space, the flickering candlelight cast ghostly shadows that illuminated everything.
On the circular altar, a ghostly blue moonlight spilled down, as gaunt and frenzied devotees sat in a circle, chanting a chaotic hymn that roared like countless demons.
And around the altar, a massive pool of blood rippled, with corpses floating, the stench of blood pervading the air, as if the madness of all the world’s filth spread like thick fog.
The female demon stood at the edge of the blood pool, taking a deep breath, as if savoring the rich aroma of aged wine, her face flushed with intoxication.
“Great Priestess, this is the last batch.”
Behind the female demon, a respectful figure bowed his head, directing his subordinates to pour in the bodies, their expressions filled with fear and despair, into the blood pool.
“Is this all there is?”
The female demon lowered her gaze, staring into the blood pool, seeming to sense that it was still lacking from the expected amount.
“The Silent Mechanism is closing in tighter and tighter; there’s truly nothing more we can do,” the man said, his face filled with shame.
“Is that so? In that case, you know what to do.”
“Yes!”
The shameful expression suddenly transformed into fervor, as the man abruptly drew a dagger and slit his own throat.
Blood sprayed forth as he tilted his head back to gaze at the ghostly blue moon, his hoarse voice growling indistinctly:
“Moon—Eternal Life!”
“Moon—Eternal Life!”
More cries erupted, as those transporting the bodies one by one slashed their throats, pierced their hearts, letting the blood flow freely and splatter.
Then, plop, plop, they fell into the blood pool.
The blood pool filled up, then began to churn.
The patterns on the altar lit up inch by inch, and the devotees’ hymns grew increasingly frenzied.
Yet it seemed as if something core was missing; this grand ritual could not reach perfection.
The female demon appeared completely unperturbed, tapping her arm, humming an eerie song, waiting silently.
Suddenly, she turned her head, looking towards the darkness.
“You’re late,” the female demon raised an eyebrow and said.
“Not at all.”
The response from the darkness was as cold as ice, devoid of emotion.
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“True, the ritual has only just begun.”
The female demon smiled slightly, exuding extreme allure, as she reached out her hand towards the darkness and said:
“Then, welcome home, my… family.”
After a moment of silence, a hand emerged from the darkness… grasping the female demon’s palm.
The purple skirt fluttered like a butterfly, her cascading hair resembling a hanging galaxy, and when that stunningly beautiful face emerged from the darkness, even the moonlight at that moment seemed to dim.
Anna Carberlin.
—
But at this moment, the familiar charm and tenderness were gone from her delicate face, replaced by a coldness that could almost solidify the air. Her icy serpent-like eyes flickered, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.
It was as if… she had completely become another person.
“Eh, how strange.”
The female demon flared her nostrils, sniffing around her.
“You carry the scent of Mu En Campbell, yet there’s no trace of blood. With your strength and your connection to him, haven’t you managed to kill him yet?”
“He escaped.”
Anna replied,
“After all, he is the son of a duke; it’s not so easy to kill him.”
“True, a bit of a pity.”
The demon nodded, a flicker of hatred and regret flashing in her eyes, without a doubt.
At this moment, Anna had clearly been thoroughly eroded by the serpent disease, transformed into the moon’s most devout believer.
Her failure only indicated bad luck, or perhaps that Mu En Campbell’s identity was too tricky.
To bring a magic cannon into the city, who knows what else he could pull out.
“Well, it’s no big deal; after all, tonight, everything will meet its predetermined end, and Mu En Campbell… will be no exception.”
The demon raised her hand, excitedly exclaiming.
“Long live the moon!”
A fervent look also appeared on Anna’s face as she softly echoed, “The moon—long live.”
“Beautiful, indeed.”
The demon tilted her head, admiring the purple dress Anna wore, the fitted gown perfectly hugging her body’s curves, swaying with an indescribable beauty.
“Is it for this great moment that you dressed so splendidly?”
“…”
Anna paused for a moment, “Naturally.”
“Good, good, good, go on, the great moon… is waiting for you.”
The demon pointed, and the surface of the blood pool instantly froze, calm as if it were a red carpet.
Anna stepped onto the red carpet, gracefully walking toward the altar.
The followers ceased their hymns, prostrating themselves before Anna, their expressions reverent yet fervent, eager to kiss her toes, yet fearful of desecrating the noble divine offspring.
Anna stood at the center of the altar, tilting her head back, gazing at the ethereal blue moon above, seemingly entranced by the moonlight’s allure, utterly intoxicated.
“Then, let’s begin.” The demon commanded.
The filthy, frenzied hymn of the demons resounded once more.
The followers joined hands, singing fervently without a care, their already emaciated bodies growing even thinner, yet the light in their eyes shone ever brighter.
—
The blood pool surged, the purest blood gradually rising into the air, drawn into the profound space, devoured by an invisible presence, feasting with delight.
The moonlight grew ever clearer.
Like a supreme deity, it cast down merciful rays upon the mortal realm.
The female demon watched this scene, her heart stirred as if countless strings were being plucked, unable to contain the tumult within.
At last.
At last.
At last.
This moment was approaching, the great moon was about to—
Crack.
At that moment, amidst the frenzied sacred hymn, the female demon heard a discordant sound.
So trivial, yet so… clear.
Her fervent expression suddenly froze.
Her gaze shifted downward, only to find the girl who had been staring at the blue moon had, at some point, lowered her head, her face no longer filled with fervor and ecstasy, but rather with melancholy… and disgust.
She had always loathed that moon, never changing.
And as her delicate hand waved lightly, crystal-clear jars fell from her sleeves, shattering upon the altar.
The discordant sound originated from this.
As the jars broke, colorful smoke billowed up, quickly spreading, seeping into the bodies of the singing devotees.
The hymn abruptly ceased.
It transformed into agonized howls.
The devotees who inhaled the smoke immediately convulsed in madness, foul blood spewing from their mouths and noses, the toxic smoke corroding everything within them in a short time.
Anna waved her hand again, the long whip sweeping, pulling each devotee into the all-consuming blood pool.
“Anna Carberlin!”
The female demon’s eyes widened in fury, recklessly charging at Anna, her crescent moon blade swinging, no longer caring for her “noble status,” striking down fiercely.
“Why? Why can you still maintain your consciousness!”
The whip twisted, blocking the crescent blade.
But the immense force pressed down, causing Anna to feel a tremor in her blood.
And the whispers and cold will, long suppressed by the tears of true love gemstone, surged back fiercely, relentlessly battering against her mental defenses.
Anna’s face paled slightly, taking a deep breath, she softly spoke:
“A witch must always try to curse this fate, mustn’t she?”