The Devil's Good Girl-Chapter 304: What are you trying to do to me?

Thud!

The sound of Marcus’ body falling on the ground echoed along the quiet night breeze. His head rolled away from the body.

Slowly, Jackson gazed down at it without showing any sign of emotion. "Hah..." he breathed out, hearing these faint sizzling noises before some dark mist ascended from Marcus’s body.

Marcus was fading, turning into ashes.

Considering transforming into a vampire would make one’s blood boil to the point it was scalding your skin from the inside, Jackson was not surprised. If anything, he had this new understanding of why Marcus felt so scared when he briefly regained his consciousness.

"Quentin," he whispered. "What a vile creature Filomena had created."

Just then, Jackson sensed another person’s figure appear on the rooftop. However, he didn’t feel the need to fight because he already knew this person even without looking at him.

"Alamo, where is Quentin?" Jackson slowly shifted his attention to the person, standing in the corner. His eyes landed on a man in a neatly black suit. "Wearing your funeral clothes early, huh?"

Alamo didn’t smile, maintaining a solemn front. "You don’t want to see her, Jack."

"Did she ask you to come here and stop me?"

"No." Alamo’s jaw tightened. "She didn’t ask for anything at all."

Jackson smiled wryly. "Then, why are you trying to stop me now?"

"Because... you might not want to see the sight of her." Alamo’s expression darkened a little, recalling how Latrice’s body ended up mutilated when she ended that war that killed Jackson.

If Jackson saw that, he would be heartbroken. Hence, Alamo burned Latrice’s body while Jackson was unconscious. Jackson could only grieve on her grave. But if the consequences of Fil’s action tonight would leave her just like that, then Alamo had to give Jackson a heads up.

"I can take it," Jackson whispered, holding Alamo’s gaze with a soft look. "I think... I’ll be fine."

What was worse than knowing his beloved would fight someone like Quentin all alone, on top of fighting her own self? Jackson couldn’t cower. He had been living for a long time. The pain he already went through was beyond hell. At least, he wanted to be with her in the last moments of her life.

Last moments...

Jackson let out a sarcastic yet soft laugh. "Tell me where she is, Alamo. I can’t track her anymore, especially after that battle with Marcus."

Alamo glanced at the fading body behind Jackson before he lifted his eyes back to her. "Follow me."

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At the top of the hill, the people in the circle fell one after another. Those who were still standing continued to chant without a pause or a moment’s break. They chanted until their throats started to bleed from the lack of water and rest.

Elise slowly raised a fist, cutting her wrist and letting her blood drip on the circle. She took a step forward the circle, only to fall after walking over Irene, Simon, and Marianne’s body.

Thud!

"Stop!" Dustin yelled through his gritted teeth, his body shaking as he watched Elijah raise his fist. "Eli! Please! Stop!"

But Elijah didn’t stop. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

Elijah continuously chanted and did what everybody else did. He raised his fist forward, cutting his wrist, and letting his blood drip in the circle. He then walked over slowly while chanting, falling after walking past Elise’s body.

Now, it was Kenzo’s turn.

"Kenzo!" Dustin yelled his lungs out. "Don’t!"

From the appearance of the body — from Irene to Elijah — they were connected from the first circle close to the last. If Kenzo followed everyone, then his body would be the last to reach the coffin.

Once that happened, they would continuously bleed while the circle would absorb the sacrifices’ bodies. Anything could happen after that. Thus, regardless if it was futile, Dustin yelled his lungs out until his throat started scratching.

"Stop!!! Kenzo!!!"

"My lord, is it alright to keep him shouting like that?" Shanaiah glanced at Dustin curiously. "He’s a little annoying now."

Quentin smirked. "It’s alright. Let him be. I find it amusing."

"Amusing?"

"You might not know this, but some time in the past, there was an era where he was renowned as the greatest warlock of all," Quentin shared casually, watching Kenzo do the ritual. "It was insulting in a way. I should be the greatest warlock, but well, I was unconscious at that time."

"Why are you unconscious, my lord?"

"Ask him." He tilted his head in Dustin’s direction.

Shanaiah politely asked Dustin, but the latter was just screaming at Kenzo. She frowned, glancing at Quentin and then back at Dustin.

"My lord, will you get angry at me if I silence him?"

"Do as you please."

The moment that approval escaped Quentin’s mouth, a kick suddenly came to Dustin’s jaw.

"Ken — ack!" Dusting stumbled to his side, almost biting his tongue in half.

Shanaiah sighed, standing on Dustin’s side. "You should be quiet." her voice was mild and polite, a stark contrast to her violent action. "You’re simply wasting your time, Mister. This ritual will continue and no matter how much you yell, there’s nothing you can do."

Blood gripped from the corners of Dustin’s mouth, glaring daggers at Shanaiah.

"Just be glad that you’d be able to witness our queen’s revival," she continued. "You are honored. Didn’t you call her mother once? Trying to disrupt the ritual seems to me like you are an unfilial child. Don’t you worry? Vincent and I will be her great children."

Dustin’s anger was set aside upon hearing what Shanaiah just said. "Huh?"

"Oh." Shanaiah covered her lips and looked back at Quentin. Seeing that Quentin didn’t mind, she smiled and faced Dustin again. "I guess it’s no longer a secret anymore! Well, Vincent and I will be replacing you and Kim! We’ll be her children."

"What... what’s the meaning of this?! Quentin!?" Dustin roared, and his tongue slowly recovered after a moment. "What are you actually trying to do?!"

But Quentin didn’t bother with him.

"Like I said, we’re replacing you!" Shanaiah frowned, folding her arms under her chest. "Isn’t it obvious? Our dearest Queen is very fond of you and that other woman, but she’s dead. I don’t want to be your twin or your siblings — no matter how much I loved your brand and designs."

"So to appease her, we’re replacing you! Don’t you worry because she won’t find out about you and Kim!" Shanaiah added with a grin. "In her eyes, we’re still the same children she raised!"

Dustin’s heart sank after hearing these ridiculous remarks. Although how Shanaiah said it sounded ridiculous without making any sense, Dustin already figured out how Quentin would do that.

"Filomena and Latrice shared a heart," Quentin finally broke his momentary silence. "In other words, it’s not only Latrice who sees you as her children. So was Filomena."

The corner of his mouth curled up, peeling his eyes from Kenzo’s figure as the latter was near Elijah. He set his pair of wicked eyes on the haggard Dustin.

"Filomena promised me everything in the world and only asked a few things in return. One of them is to that I bring her back to life — whatever it means. Second is..." the corner of his mouth curled up. "... I shouldn’t let her know that I harmed her children. Because if she ever finds out that you and Kimerald are harmed, she might lose her mind."

"What?"

"Isn’t that great, Turstin? Your mother loathed a part of herself, but she couldn’t loathe you and Kim," Quentin remarked, almost touched at this. "I would’ve let you and Kim off if only you were obedient to me. However, you sided with Jackson, and not only that, but you also wanted to kill me. You left me with no choice, so... I’m doing this."

"Moreover, it’s easier if I use you and Kim to make my plans happen," he continued nonchalantly. "Dustin, what do you think why I kept you alive until now?"

Dustin’s heart shook, torn between his grief for his mother’s wishes and his rising anger toward Quentin. If Filomena already asked him not to harm them, what made Quentin think she would let him off so easily if he killed them?!

And then it hit him.

Dustin’s eyes slowly dilated as his mouth fell open. "You... are going to use me... to conceal the truth?"

"You were once the greatest warlock, Turstin. She might’ve not birthed you, but a part of her was in yours. Kim’s remains already helped me with all the preparations and you will help me clean up her death," Quentin smirked and snapped his eyes in Kenzo’s direction.

Her smile stretched a little as he anticipated Kenzo to fall. But alas, instead of falling, Kenzo remained standing in the same spot.

Deep lines appeared between Quentin’s brows, noticing that Kenzo was clasping his wrist with his other hand. Sensing Quentin’s mood, Shanaiah also shifted her eyes back to the circle. Dusting did the same.

There, they saw Kenzo slowly drop the dagger and turn his head to them.

Kenzo was awake and was now looking at them with a mixture of fear and confusion.

"You..." Kenzo’s voice was quiet but the wind carried the echoes of his voice. "... what are you trying to do to me?"