Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son-Chapter 362 [Wedding By Blood] [14] [Cap]

Raising his staff, Donus threw it at the man at a threatening speed.

The staff lodged itself in his body, tearing his heart.

But—.

Samyaza's lips still curled up in a small smile.

"It's sure is amazing."

He said, grabbing the staff, he took it out of his body without any problem.

The hole in his heart healed rapidly, closing the wound in mere seconds.

"Hm?"

Just as he started playing with the staff, it blurred before returning back into Pope Donus's hand.

"Why does a filth like you even exist?"

Donus said, his voice laced with disgust.

Despite his harsh words, Samyaza just smiled.

His voice echoed within the palace. "It's funny how you lesser versions see me as filth."

His body blurred in the next instant, moving across the place faster than light.

Pope Donus instinctively looked up as he felt death looming over him.

Samyaza looked at Donus's fearful eyes as he continued. "The real filth are you."

BOOM!!!

Donus barely had the time to place the staff between the kick and his face.

The impact sent him flying out of the balcony.

But—.

When he slammed his staff down, the gears moved.

He was back at his top floor, looking down at Samyaza.

Everything returned to its original position.

Samyaza blinked, looking around.

He softly whispered, "A time-loop ability, is it?"

Pope Donus gripped his staff tightly, his knuckles white.

Samyaza's body flickered—and then he was gone.

BOOM!

A fist collided with Donus's gut.

His breath hitched.

The entire world blurred as he was launched back—only for reality to twist.

Click.

The gears turned.

And once again—

He stood atop the balcony.

Untouched.

Unharmed.

Samyaza was still in the same spot.

A slow chuckle rumbled from the fallen angel.

"So every time I kill you…" He mused, tilting his head. "You reset time?"

Donus didn't answer.

Most demigods, when making a kingdom, use one focal point where they pour eighty percent of their power.

Just like how Donus did with his palace.

Outside of it, he may be in danger.

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But—.

Inside the palace, he was invincible.

Or so he thought.

"A clever trick. But let me ask you…"

Samyaza exhaled through his nose, amused.

"What happens when you can't activate it?"

FWOOOSH—!

A hand shot forward, aiming straight for Donus's throat—

Only for the gears to turn.

Click.

The loop reset again.

Donus stood in the same place.

But this time—his chest was heaving.

Sweat lined his forehead.

Samyaza grinned.

"I see."

His voice dripped with amusement.

"You can't use it forever, can you?"

Donus let out a shaky breath as he glared at Samyaza.

Slamming the bottom of the staff on the golden surface, the gears moved.

They all started rotating backward, creating a vacuum before sucking the space inside them.

From every direction, Samyaza felt the space stretching him.

But he still remained unbothered.

"The space will return to normal."

And that's exactly what happened.

The space returned to its usual state, rendering Donus's efforts useless.

Samyaza lazily looked at him. "Do something."

"Shut up!"

Donus snapped, his chest heaved, taking in deep breaths.

"I will kill you."

"You still don't understand it, do you?"

Samyaza asked, his expression blank while he looked dead into Donus's eyes.

"You can never kill me."

"Of course, I can!"

Donus replied, his lips curled up in a sneer.

"In the end, you are nothing but a demigod!"

"...."

Samyaza turned silent as he looked at him blankly.

As if he had found a way to get on his nerves, Donus laughed.

"That's right!"

He yelled, glaring at him.

"In the end, you can never become a god!"

"...."

When the creator god—Kyr'Vhal created the three Paradox Apostates.

He feared that they might turn against him.

So—.

Even though he gave them power to win against gods no matter how strong they were.

He cursed them to never reach Godhood.

Just so they wouldn't take his place.

And—.

That irked Samyaza the most.

"Hey, old man."

He looked up, staring into his eyes.

"It seems you have forgotten—."

His body blurred.

"—Even your God fears me."

Donus's face burst open before he could even understand anything.

The gears moved once again.

****

In the sprawling, ever-shifting maze of gothic castles, crumbling catacombs, and thorned gardens, Samyaza stood alone.

The entire place was bathed in the glow of a blood-red moon.

The architecture was organic, with walls that pulsed like veins and floors coated in a thin, sticky layer of blood.

Stained-glass windows depicted scenes of ancient vampiric rituals, and corridors rearranged themselves to disorient intruders.

"Why does it seem like I have seen this before?"

Samyaza mumbled as he looked forward.

Edwin stood there.

Behind him, a colossal, beating heart was suspended in a cathedral-like chamber at the kingdom's center.

It pulsed rhythmically, pumping blood through visible arteries that snaked across the kingdom.

"Ah, now I remember."

Samyaza mumbled, his eyes widening.

"It looks like an inferior version of Lazarus's kingdom."

A vein bulged on Edwin's neck, but he kept his silence because he wasn't wrong.

Edwin did form his kingdom based on what he knew about the first vampire head's kingdom.

Taking a deep breath, he whispered, "Attack."

Translucent figures made of condensed blood appeared all around Samyaza.

They attacked all at once, throwing themselves at him.

"Tsk."

With a click of his tongue, Samyaza punched lightly.

It created a deafening sound, dismembering the blood soldiers that were unlucky enough to come its way.

"Hmm?"

Only then did Samyaza notice something odd.

He repeated the same punch just to confirm his speculations.

The mana he was supposed to use was substituted with his own blood.

He frowned. "Not this annoying ability."

The more mana he used, the faster he died.

Samyaza exhaled through his nose.

"Clever," he admitted, watching the dismembered blood soldiers reform instantly.

His wings unfolded, wide and beautiful, as he ignored the blood soldiers.

With another flick of his wrist, he sent a casual burst of energy outward—

The entire battlefield shuddered.

The blood in the air thickened.

His movements... slowed down.

Edwin's kingdom didn't just substitute mana with blood.

It absorbed any external force and fed it back into itself.

Making his realm stronger.

Samyaza smiled. Without any delay, he rushed towards Edwin.

Edwin formed a blade with the surrounding blood as he readied himself.

He hurled himself into the air to meet him as Samyaza fell from the sky like a bolt of black lightning.

Their collision sent an impact around the entire place, the shockwave killing all the blood soldiers.

Edwin glared at the fallen angel as he held his blood sword barehanded.

Samyaza smiled as he vanished from his sight.

His ribs caved inward as a fist buried itself in his torso.

Samyaza hummed as he looked at Edwin standing back up.

With a burning pain, Edwin was thrown away until his body hit one of the crumbling catacombs.

Samyaza hummed as he looked at Edwin standing back up.

His wounds healed in an instant without any problem.

Edwin wiped the blood from his lips, his crimson eyes flickering with frustration.

The blood-drenched kingdom pulsed, sensing its master's anger.

The air thickened, and the colossal heart behind Edwin beat louder.

Edwin clenched his fist. His body blurred.

Samyaza's smile deepened as he tracked the movement—but only barely.

SHNK!

A scarlet spear pierced through his abdomen.

He looked down.

The blood in the air had solidified into a weapon... and Edwin wasn't holding it.

Samyaza's brows rose. "Oh, you copied everything from—?"

The spear twisted—rupturing his insides.

BOOM!

A second one shot from behind, impaling his shoulder.

Samyaza looked up, finding Edwin and—.

Behind him were thousands of blood spears.

Edwin lowered his hand.

Blood spears rained from the sky, piercing him over and over, each one sucking away his energy.

Edwin raised his hand, and more spears formed.

"Tch." Samyaza clicked his tongue. "I am fine."

The blood spears dissolved in an instant, and his body returned to normal.

He looked at the raining spears and—.

Disappeared.

CRACK!

A fist buried itself in Edwin's ribs, shattering them instantly.

His body was launched backward, slamming through a cathedral wall.

Samyaza followed.

Blood surged to heal Edwin's wounds, but—.

His breath hitched as Samyaza sat in the air right in front of him.

"You are strong, vampire."

Samyaza said, placing his chin on his hand.

"Not as strong as Lazarus, but still strong."

Edwin's injuries healed without any delay as he looked at Samyaza.

"How about this?"

He said, looking at him.

"Let me make you an offer."

Edwin silently looked at him for a while.

Then—.

His lips parted. "I am listening."

*****

A girl wearing a mask sat right in front of me, her legs folded.

Her dull grey eyes stared into mine.

"That was a nice landing."

Zeline said, holding a chain-hook.

I blinked, straightening my back as I looked at her.

She stood up, and so did I, still keeping my eyes on her.

'Did she bring me here?'

I wondered, my annoyance and caution spiking in an instant.

Taking in a deep breath, I asked, "What do you want?"

"What do I want?" she echoed, tapping her chain-hook against her palm. "Interesting question, heir Himmel."

Then she looked at me. "How about sex—?"

"Why are you so fixated on that?" I asked, glaring at her.

"I just want to prove something." She replied, shrugging her shoulders. "Anyway, is that a yes?"

"No." I replied, turning around. "I don't care. Go fuck yourself."

"Ahh."

She said from behind.

"Too bad."

My instincts screamed as I felt something trying to hit the back of my head.

Tilting my head, I let it pass me as I looked at the hook.

It stopped before rushing back at her.

Forming a blade, I deflected it as I turned around.

Zeline played with her chain-hook, staring back at me.

"You should have said yes."

She vanished the next instant.

The moment Zeline disappeared, I tightened my grip on my blade.

The air around me shifted.

Not a single sound.

Even the wind did not give away her position.

Then—

A hook whistled through the air.

CLANK!

I barely twisted my wrist in time to deflect it again, but before I could react, another chain shot from the side—

I jumped back, narrowly avoiding it, only to see the first hook already swinging back toward me.

Deflecting it, my eyes darted around.

She wasn't visible, but I could feel her presence.

Then, I heard a whisper—

"Too slow."

The chain wrapped around my ankle.

Before I could cut it—

YANK!

My body flipped mid-air, slamming into the building with enough force to rattle my bones.

The moment I hit the ground, I twisted, cutting the chain with a single, fluid slash.

CLINK!

The severed hook clattered away, but another was already incoming.

I didn't dodge.

Instead, I raised my free hand.

The chain wrapped around my wrist—

And I pulled.

Zeline's form flickered into view as she was dragged toward me.

Her masked face barely betrayed any surprise, but her body twisted mid-air, using the momentum to launch herself at me instead.

Just as our blades collided, I twisted my blade as I tried grabbing her.

She moved back just in time. Landing smoothly, her chain slithering around her like a serpent.

"Getting serious now, are we?" she mused, spinning her chain-hook effortlessly.

I didn't respond.

Instead, I stepped forward.

In an instant, I closed the distance.

CLANG!

Our weapons clashed again, but this time—

I didn't let her retreat.

I pressed forward, striking while aiming to find her weak points.

Her chain twisted through the air, aiming for my neck—

I ducked.

A hook lashed toward my ribs—

I parried, twisting my sword to deflect it.

Just when I feinted left—her chain snapped toward my anticipated movement.

In that split-second, I twisted, pivoting my weight.

My sword carved through the air—

SLASH!

A shallow cut across her shoulder.

Zeline clicked her tongue. "Tch."

She backflipped, putting distance between us.

Her fingers brushed the cut, examining the blood on her hand.

Her body tensed up. "Lilith's blessing....."

Just when I anticipate her next move she frowned.

"Hey." She said, looking at me. "Tell me one of the seventy two demons."

I frowned. "Why should I?"

"Just tell me."

"No."

"Pretty please."

"I said no!"

"Urgh."

She groaned, bitting her lower lip.

The fuck is she doing?

"Right!"

As if remembering something she tapped on the air.

"Lilith's blessing: summon Stolas."

"...."

The air around us an all too familiar energy.

****

Just outside the kingdom of Gwenyra.

Two beings sat at the table opposite each other.

Despite the chaos that Artemis City was going through, they both remained unbothered by it.

Ishtar leaned back in her chair, looking at the man wearing a vintage suit.

"Why bother coming out now?" She asked, making him look at her.

'Samyaza' smiled. "You know exactly why."