The Devil's Good Girl-Chapter 302: Jackson is as good as dead

At the top of one of the most secluded hills in the country, a few figures stood around the wide circle, drawn with blood. They chanted some ancient language under their breaths, yet their eyes were blank. A few more circles were drawn within it and in the middle was a closed old coffin.

Watching this from the sidelines, Quentin smirked in satisfaction.

"Quentin..." Dustin ground his teeth, bound by a black chain on the side under the tree. "You will not get away from this. Do you think Jackson will let you off this time?"

"Jackson, huh?" Quentin slid his eyes to the corner. "Will he even survive the night?"

He slowly peeled his eyes from Dustin to the horizon that was slowly becoming clear. "Once the sun has risen, my queen will awaken. If that happened, Jackson would disappear from the face of the earth... forever."

Dustin’s breath hitched, clasping his hands tightly. He wiggled his body violently, screaming his lungs out. But no matter how much he yelled and begged the people around the circle to stop, they weren’t listening to him.

Earlier tonight, when Dustin returned, he immediately reported the situation to Jackson and even to Fil. His surprise that Fil regained her memories shocked him, but at the same time, they didn’t have plenty of time to idle and process their own sentiments.

Fil and Jackson had to rush out to stop whatever Quentin’s planning tonight. They left Dustin to recover and also to look after her family. But alas...

Dustin slowly gazed up at the people surrounding the circle. Bitterness shone in his eyes, blaming himself for not being strong enough to protect the people he should’ve protected.

The people around the circle were the individuals who were important to Fil: Irene, Simon, Elijah, Elise, and even Kenzo. For some reason, Marianne was also there, wearing nothing but her nightdress.

"What is going to happen to them now, my lord?" Suddenly, a woman’s voice caressed their ears.

Shifting his attention, Dustin’s eyes landed on one of Fil’s former friends, Shanaiah. Standing right next to her was Vincent. But unlike Shanaiah, Vincent’s eyes were blank. He was more like a puppet, a display.

"They will awaken our queen," Quentin explained calmly, eyes on the circle. "One by one... they will sacrifice their lives for the greater good."

Shanaiah slowly set her eyes on Quentin’s side profile and smiled, nodding. "Would she also bless me, My Lord?"

"After doing a good job, of course, she will. After all, Filomena has been waiting for this day." the smile on Quentin’s face stretched broader. "After so long... my queen will finally return and we could continue where we left off."

Power.

Control.

Authority.

All within their reach.

Quentin had waited for this moment and now that the time had come, he would stop at nothing to seize it. Even if it meant breaking half of humanity, he would do it.

"My yearning for her... all these years..." his mouth partially opened as he breathed out through his gaping mouth. "Finally. Everything is flowing at her will."

Once this was over, Latrice would succumb to her true owner and become one with Filomena. If that happened, they could dominate the world. Quentin didn’t wish to rule it with her because, for him, no one was above Filomena. Being by her side or staying behind her would suffice.

Shanaiah smiled in satisfaction and stared at the people in the circle.

Irene was still chanting as she slowly raised her fist in front of her. Using her other hand, she raised a dagger and slashed her own wrist. She let the blood dripped in the circle, taking some of it in the dagger to draw some lines across her eyes with it.

Following her was Simon, doing the same thing. And then Elijah, Elise, and Kenzo.

"Stop..." Dustin whimpered as he tried to break away from his chains. "Stop! Don’t do this! Stop that spell right now! Please! Fight with your will! Don’t let him use you! Please!"

Dustin shouted, begged, and even cried.

As a warlock, Dustin was well aware of what was going on. This spell they were doing was summoning a demonic creature that should never walk on the surface of the earth. To do that, the summoners would sacrifice their lives.

"Please..." he ground his teeth, shaking his head mildly. "Please, stop. Don’t do this." freewёbnoνel.com

Quentin raised a brow before he rocked his head in satisfaction. He slowly turned to Dustin.

"Kim’s heart just stopped," he mocked, putting a stop to Dustin’s begging. The latter slowly turned his head to him, brows raised.

"Huh?"

"As you know, Kimerald is dead, but her heart is still alive," Quentin explained. "It’s why I’m not surprised that Jackson assumed she might still be alive. Well, killing her is too lame."

"Lame?"

"She has her uses."

Dustin’s face paled as his heart sank. He barely grasped what Quentin was saying, but deep in his heart, he understood it completely.

"All of Kimerald’s being... including you, Dustin, is too precious. Be it a strand of her hair or her heart." Quentin’s smile stretched from ear to ear, chuckling from within. "As a Warlock yourself, I’m certain you understand what I meant."

As a true warlock, Dustin was aware that using a person’s hair or any of their belongings could be an ingredient to cast a spell. Since Quentin also learned witchcraft, Dustin could already imagine how Quentin chopped Kim’s body just to cast a spell.

After all, Dustin and Kim were nothing but poor children stranded in a plague-stricken town. How they lasted this long was because of Latrice. In other words, a small part of Latrice lived within them.

Quentin laughed as he watched the realization dawn on Dustin. "That is right, Turstin. That is correct."

"Her blood is very useful in drawing circles, her hair for other spells and portions, and her heart to bring out a fraction of what Filomena could do," he explained so leisurely it was sickening. "I wonder... how Jackson would take it if he found out that the heart he destroyed just now was actually Kimerald’s?"

A wicked glint flickered across his eyes as he added. "I put her heart in Marcus, in case that isn’t clear to you. Breaking it means awakening what was already rooted in him."

Many people, perhaps even Kimerald and Dustin, who had been with Latrice since the start of time, didn’t know about this. After all, Latrice was not the type to talk about Filomena and her fate, her powers, or why she was feared by the gods.

But Filomena told Quentin.

She told him many things to understand the depths of her existence.

People often say no one was born evil. But that was not true. Filomena was born evil. She was born out of the darkest time of hell, the highest point of the devil’s wrath, and the ruthless spite of hell.

Her existence was to bring out madness and chaos.

She was evil, and thus, she could bring out the darkness even from this world. She could bring out the darkness of even humans, letting them embrace their true, diabolical form. What else to expect from the princess of the mortal, the queen of hell?

"Right now, Marcus had embraced his truest form. He embraced his darkness, accepted his roots, and will act upon the orders of our queen," Quentin continued in satisfaction. "Even if he had just awoken, Jackson will never beat him."

Dustin laughed at the thought, squashing down the building anger in his heart. "Even if Jackson had to fight against the devil itself, that guy would never lose."

"Are you sure?"

"My mother ended you without breaking out a sweat," Dustin spat out. "If not for Filomena, you would’ve been long dead. So, I’m not surprised you still haven’t known that the vampires you sent to the borders at that time barely survived in Jackson’s hands."

If only Dustin could narrate how mighty Jackson fought as a human against some monsters in a dire state, he would gloat about it. If Jackson could fight so fiercely even if he was heavily injured, Dustin knew he could fight Marcus.

Humans and non-humans like them didn’t have a lot of difference, after all.

Just like the human world, there was a hierarchy for non-humans like them. For instance, even if Marcus was re-birthed into a demon, Jackson was a powerful immortal. His aura alone could kill a monster of the same kind. It was how vampires lived, and even werewolves and other creatures living in this world.

The older a vampire was and the more experienced they were, the more powerful they got. A one-day-old monster would never compare, no matter how much gigantic or monstrous its roots were.

Quentin tilted his head a little to the side and said. "Didn’t Jackson tell you he’s losing his senses?"

"Huh?" Dustin’s mind went blank, looking at the man plainly.

"Did you think Filomena let things happen without a reason? She might have not the power to get out of her shell, but she has enough control to make Fil want him." Slowly, Quentin’s eyes squinted. "Of all the lifetimes she lived, have you not wondered why only now they were together?"

Dustin went completely silent while observing that cunning look on Quentin’s face.

"That is right, Turstin," Quentin nodded. "It’s not because their fates aligned, but because Filomena is strong enough to steal her powers back from him. Slowly, carefully, and steadily."

Quentin paused and slowly squatted down, dawdling his next remarks. "Jackson is good as dead."