Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 660

Chapter 660: Azula’s End

Do note that from whence forth, this flashback takes a dark, gory and twisted turn. Read at your own peril. Not suitable for those below eighteen.

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Azula’s gaze shifted down to the growing patch of red spreading across her chest, staining her clothes with blood. She glanced back up at Fayre, who met her gaze with fierce determination, her hand still curled around the dagger she had plunged into Azula’s heart.

"I didn’t see that coming!" Azula commented nonchalantly, as if being stabbed in the chest was inconsequential. "What a sweet little trickster you are," she chuckled, her laughter tinged with madness.

Fayre, accustomed to Azula’s erratic behavior, remained composed. Ignoring Azula’s laughter, she attempted to drive the dagger deeper, but Azula swiftly seized her hand.

Laughing hysterically, Azula covered Fayre’s palm with her own, her voice filled with fiendish glee. "Next time you want to stab me, try moving a little upwards. You missed," she taunted, her eyes glinting with malice.

While still holding her hand, Azula pulled the dagger from her chest and tossed it far away.

"With this, I can assume that you had a change of mind or am I wrong, sweet Fayre?" Azula said, caressing her cheek with what seemed to be like disappointment in her gaze. The both of them could have been so great together.

"There was never an us, Azula!" Fayre spat out with defiance.

Unlike Benjamin who usually looked at her with a condescending look, Azula could not sense disgust for her nature, rather she seem to strongly disapprove her ways. It was no wonder she - Azula - had kind of liked her.

"So you plan to die then?" Azula announced, her tone cold. As intriguing as this experience has been, she had come here for a purpose and it was time to begin.

"No, that’s where you’re mistaken," Fayre countered, a knowing smile playing on her lips, which unsettled Azula. It seemed as though Fayre was privy to information that Azula wasn’t.

"What do you mean?" Azula inquired, her interest piqued as she sensed that something was amiss.

"I wouldn’t be dying. Neither Benjamin." Fayre said with confidence, "To be honest, I would have spared you too, but there’s no guarantee that you would not come for us once you’re free. I thought there was redemption for you, but apparently not. I’m sorry that it had to end this way, Azula." She said regrettably.

Azula’s brows furrowed in confusion, mirroring Islinda’s expression. She was ready to dismiss Fayre’s words as mere bluff and assert her invincibility when a sudden, searing pain shot through her body, eliciting a guttural moan.

The agony was overwhelming, causing Azula to stagger away from Fayre, collapsing onto the ground. Writhing in torment, she clawed at the floor, evidence of the excruciating pain coursing through her veins.

"What have you done to me?!" Azula wailed, her voice strained and tormented, her body convulsing as the pain consumed her.

Digging her hands into the floor, Azula felt the pain intensify, causing her long black claws to snap off from the force, exposing the raw, bloody flesh beneath. Something was happening to her, and it was far from ordinary. The agony she endured surpassed anything she had ever experienced before.

As Fayre rose from the ground, a sense of relief washed over her. Witnessing Azula in such torment wasn’t as satisfying as she had anticipated. Instead, she felt a pang of pity for the demon. However, there was nothing Fayre could do to alleviate her suffering.

"I did nothing wrong except stabbed you with a dagger designed to kill a demon. I always known deep down that you might escape and kept it around and it finally came in handy." Fayre explained to her.

Almost immediately, Azula looked in the direction of the dagger she had thrown away and that was when the patterns and runes drawn on the blade finally drew her attention. Of course, witches. The bane of their existence.

"I see...." Azula laughed, then winced at the end from the pain that coursed through her. It dawned on her. "I was quite overconfident."

Fayre walked over to where Azula now lay on her stomach on the ground. She looked as pale as a ghost, evidence of the poison was running through her veins, shutting down her system one by one.

"What?!" Fayre shouted this time while Benjamin growled from his spot. He knew his mate Fayre wouldn’t fall for the trick, but it still didn’t stop him from getting jealous. fгeewebnovёl.com

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