Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 702

Chapter 702: Finally

Everything became clear to Islinda in that endless cycle of drowning. All the memories she had not been privy to, it was finally revealed to her. The memories. The visions. All the phenomena that she couldn’t understand, it became clear to her.

She now knew the truth.

And the truth was that this body was never truly hers. She was merely a vessel. A vessel whose use has unfortunately come to an end. Her stay was only meant to be temporary.

Contrary to Andre’s thought, her twenty-two birthday was never meant for her to come into her powers, no, it was all for Azula’s rising.

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*Fayre*

Two hundred years went by in a blur.

Two hundred years of running from her mate and the dark Faeries who wanted to murder her for who she was. Or rather, who possessed her.

It was safe to say that Benjamin had accepted that she was gone. If only he knew. She was not gone. At least not entirely. She was merely coexisting with Azula.

The demon who had landed her in this first place. If only she had listened to Benjamin and had been naive enough to grant Azula’s last request, which has obviously been a trap, then she wouldn’t be in this mess.

Azula had been close to dying. More like losing her mortal body. However, the twisted Succubus had no intention of returning to her realm, at least not yet, so she binds herself to her. Now, they were one. One body. Two souls.

Fayre couldn’t count the number of times she had tried returning to her husband Benjamin, but Azula was always there to take over. To thwart her plan and prevent her from leaving. It was always a fight for dominance and the demon seemed to have a knack for sensing her intention.

The one time Fayre successfully visited Benjamin — she had a suspicion Azula let her go on purpose to teach her a lesson — she had nearly died. Benjamin attacked her, claiming he would not fall for her trick. He told her himself, Fayre was dead and gone and would get revenge on her - Azula - for taking her away. frёewebnoѵēl.com

It was an intense battle and one that would have killed her if Azula had not taken over. She helped her escape. That was the last time Fayre ever looked for Benjamin. Although both of them had several close encounters afterwards, that one time experience was enough for her to accept her fate. Her life as Fayre was gone. She was all on her own.

Fayre accepted that Benjamin was dead. Hence when at last it was declared that king Oberon killed Benjamin, it didn’t hurt as much as she thought it would. The bonds had already snapped centuries past.

Fayre lived the life of a rogue. She was not accepted by her own people, nor could she stay long in light faery territory with King Oberon having declared war on them. She watched as her kind was plucked out one by one and killed like some chickens by the light Faeries in their justifiable cause.

Fayre couldn’t even help, not even one dark Fae because Azula couldn’t care any less about them. Left to her devices alone, Azula’s intention was to see all dark Faeries burn in hell - her domain. She wanted to return the pain they made her pass through.

It was always a battle of will for the both of them. In their entire two hundred years of cohabiting in "her" body, they never got along, their priorities never allining unless it was for their survival. Not all the time though.

Fayre wanted to end it all. It was tiring. She had lost everything. Everyone. What was the point of it? There was nothing to live for. But Azula was the opposite. It was as if the demon was punishing her by living.

So when the war against the dark Faeries became too intense, and they couldn’t hide in the Fae realm anymore, they had no choice but to move to the human realm.

*Azula*

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