Alpha Damien's Trouble Maker (by Ruby Anne) novel Chapter 192

Chapter 192

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I crossed my legs slowly as I settled in place, my posture relaxed despite everything that was happening, my gaze fixed on the black mist in front of me as I studied it in silence, because even though it had no face, or form that I could properly read, there was still something about it that felt different now, and I could sense that whatever it was, it was far more relaxed. than before, as if it had already made up its mind about something.

I tilted my head slightly as I continued to observe it for a moment longer before shifting my attention to the side, my eyes landing on Lucas as I spoke in a calm and almost indifferent tone, as though I was discussing something trivial rather than something that might determine whether I lived or died. “If anything happens to me, take care of Evelyn and Silas for me.”

Lucas frowned the moment the words left my mouth, his expression tightening with clear displeasure as if he did not like what I had just said, and I could not help the faint flicker of confusion that passed through me at his reaction.

If I remembered correctly, he had wanted me dead from the very beginning, so this sudden shift in attitude made little

sense to me.

“I am not a babysitter,” he said flatly, his voice carrying a sharp edge that left no room for argument, He shifted slightly, his gaze flickering toward the mist before returning to me, and then added, “Besides, before anything happens to you, I will burn that thing to ash. I can’t have anyone harming my prey except me.”

My lips curled slightly at his words, a faint hint of amusement playing on my face. I gave a small, almost absent-minded nod before responding, “Alright. Thank you… I guess.”

I turned my attention back to the mist. “So, what exactly am I supposed to do?”

The mist shifted slowly in front of me, its presence growing heavier in a way that made the air feel thicker, and when it spoke, its voice carried that same distant and echoing tone that felt as though it came from everywhere and nowhere at the same time. “You will die… and be reborn.”

I frowned immediately, a flicker of clear displeasure crossing my face, because no matter how many times I had experienced it, dying was not something I enjoyed, and the idea of going through it again was far from appealing.

Sensing my reaction, the mist continued without hesitation. “You will die, yes, but if you are able to take my full power and make it your own, you will return immediately, and I will cease to exist.”

“Death does not always mean loss, because sometimes it is simply the end of what you were and the beginning of something new, and that is what will happen to you, you will return

nge and different than before.”

There was a brief pause, just long enough for the

pause, just long enough for the weight of its words to settle, before it spoke again, its tone lowering slightly as if emphasizing the importance of what

end there without return, so you must came next. “But if you fail, then as the god has said, you will rot, and your life will

not allow

what happens, you must let your light find me?”

my darkness to onsume you, because it will not be easy, and no matter

My frown deepened in confusion. None of what it was saying was clear enough for me to act on, and I did not like stepping into something I did not fully understand, especially when the price of failure was absolute death with no second chance. I opened my mouth to ask what it meant, but I never got the chance.

In the very next instant, the mist moved without warning, its entre form surging forward in a single overwhelming motion before slamming straight into my body, and before I could even react, it forced its way inside me as if I had never had a choice in the matter to begin with

Pain exploded through me instantly, violent to the point that it felt like my entire body was being torn apart from the inside,

my throat, blood spilling from my mouth and splattering onto the

in a way that made it impossible to think clearly.

and ground beneath me as something inside my chest

amy vision blurred as a harsh cough ripped thisted!

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More blood followed, spilling from my eyes and nose as my body trembled uncontrollably, and I clutched at my chest desperately, my fingers digging into my clothes as if I could somehow hold myself together, but it was useless because I could not breathe.

Everything blurred together into nothing but pain, and somewhere in the middle of it, I did not even realize when my body gave out and I started falling.

The last thing I saw before everything disappeared was Lucas standing there, watching me with an expression that looked almost pitiful.

Then everything went dark.

The world disappeared completely as if I had been swallowed whole, and in that final moment, just before everything faded into nothing, I could have sworn that my heart stopped beating.

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“Help me!”

“Help me!”

“Help!”

“Help meeee!!!!”

I reacted instantly, moving out of the way with ease as I avoided him and created distance, my eyes locking onto him as I took in his appearance more clearly.

Up close, it was worse than before. He looked like something that should have been long dead, his body decayed and unnatural, his presence wrong in every possible way, and yet he was still moving as if nothing was out of place.

I let out a quiet sigh as I tightened my grip on my sword, my expression flattening with mild annoyance.

This was going to be troublesome. And just as that thought crossed my mind, more figures began to appear from the mist, first a few, then more, and then far too many to count as they slowly filled the space ahead of me, all of them moving in the same direction.

Toward me.

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They looked like him, lifeless and decayed, their presence unsettling. And yet, their focus was clear, because every single one of them had their attention fixed on me, as if I were their only target.

I rolled my eyes slightly at the sight, more annoyed than anything else. Of course, it wouldn’t be that easy, but at the same time, it didn’t matter.

It didn’t matter how many of them there were.

Whether it was hundreds or thousands.

My grip on my sword tightened as my stance shifted, my expression calming as my focus sharpened completely. No matter how

many stood in my way, the outcome wouldn’t change.

I was getting out of here alive, and

nd I would return to the people loved, and the ones I hated.

A pair of crimson eyes flashed through my mind, and a faint sme slowly formed on my lips as a familiar presence filled my thoughts.

I would make it back.

Back to the Demon of the West.

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