Chapter 342: A Promise Filled With Insanity And Desires

In the muted gloom of the eerie chamber, a scene of despair unfolded before Edmund.

His eyes were uncontrollably quivering, beholding the horrifying sight before him: his beloved Sabina strewn across the floor, entangled in a snare of delirium that danced menacingly in her hazy red eyes.

"Haa~...Ha~...."

Her lips were curved into a twisted grin, and her tongue was hanging out as if she had lost it. He could hear the faint, shivering breaths escaping her open mouth.

To think that she was violated so savagely until she couldn't even catch her breath.

And as if that wasn't enough, her swollen red pussy was inflated with his absurdly thick, alien dick inside her while his cum kept dripping down her body.

"Whew. Your sister really knows how to show me a good time. It was wise of your sister to answer me before she could have died from feeling too good, right?" Asher's chuckle sounded like the gonging of a drum from the depths of hell as he released the chains and threw her on the floor like some lowly object he used and was done with.

His gaze, blazing with a fury untold, was tethered to her form.

She was lying on the floor naked and with that alien dog's cum all over her body while languidly licking the cum around her lips into her mouth.

Did he really lose her?

Yet, as though a dark melody had reached its crescendo, a voice, dripping with sarcasm as cold and cutting as an icicle, punctured the tense air, "Still, you must be swelling with pride, witnessing her resist this long."

"You...You...I will kill you...I swear I will..." Edmund's jaws clenched, teeth grinding against one another like ancient millstones, each word lodged in his throat, choked by a rage too potent to be voiced.

"You shouldn't go about threatening the man who claimed your fiance," Asher chided as he squatted before him, a sinister smile playing upon his lips, mirroring the chilling malice flickering in his eyes.

With a suddenness that was disconcerting, the predatory grin on Asher's visage suddenly froze, transmuting into an expression as cold and unfeeling as stone.

A hand, stealthy and deliberate, snaked into Edmund's hair, yanking his head backward and exposing the vulnerable column of his throat.

"That's precisely the face I wanted to see," Asher murmured, his voice a venomous whisper that slithered through the tense atmosphere, "A face showing your helplessness and despair. Yet, during all those years, when you and Oberon tortured me together again and again, I didn't even have the luxury of expressing them."

Asher added with a cold smirk, "And your attempt to cripple me down there as well, thinking it would cancel my marriage with Rowena, was indeed ingenious," Asher continued, his smirk widening into a sinister grin, "In light of your ingenuity, allow me to express my gratitude. After all, it's impossible that your sister would derive any satisfaction from your pitiful little thing after having a good taste of mine."

Saying so, Asher suddenly brandished a blade, its surface gleaming ominously, the blade reflecting in Edmund's quivering eyes.

His gaze flickered between Asher's eyes and the cold steel, a shiver of dread cascading down his spine, wondering what this mad bastard was planning to do, "W-Wait...You said you won't harm me i-if my sister-"

*Shlck!*

A tense silence thickened the atmosphere, suddenly shattered by the crisp sound of steel slicing through air, followed by a wet thud.

"AAARGHHHHHH!!!"

The ground beneath vibrated ever so slightly, drinking in the chorus of a guttural scream that tore through the looming silence.

Edmund's visage, contorted in a dance of unimaginable pain and shock, mirrored the horror before him.

His precious dick fell to the ground with a grotesque thud, severed cleanly, the aftermath of Asher's swift and precise action.

Blood spurted from the wound in angry jets, staining the earth with its dark, life-giving essence.

"Arghhhhh!" The howl of agony twisted through the air, mirroring the twisted visage of pain and terror etched deeply into Edmund's face.

"Ah, I only said I won't whip your dick but I didn't say I won't cut it, did I? Anyways, I don't think you will be needing that anymore, would you?" Asher asked with a cold smile and added, "You were never a man, and now...you never will be."

Edmund's eyes widened in shock and bore into Asher, transmitting waves of incredulity and horror before they glazed over. He could only stare, the terror paralyzing his throat, unable to even let out a curse.

The lights of consciousness flickered and dimmed until the horror and pain of losing his dick rendered him unconscious.

Asher observed, his gaze cold and unfathomable as the icy depths of a forgotten abyss, watching as Edmund's head slumped forward.

His lips curved slowly, feeling satisfied that he finally took care of this.

Edmund was someone who was quite licentious and used his dick to make himself feel good every day.

But now, without it, he will just be a shell of what he was.

"I should be killing you for doing that to my brother..." The velvety darkness was broken by the haunting lilt of Sabina's voice, delicate yet imbued with a venomous seduction.

A lazy smirk unfurled across Asher's visage. He rotated on his heels, locking his eyes with Sabina's—a pair of smoldering, intoxicating red orbs that seemed to be still craving something.

"Ignoring the question of whether you can do it," Asher's voice was silk brushing against steel, "you would have already tried if you wanted to. But you know you won't have the future you dream of without me, right?"

Hearing his words, Sabina's lips slowly stretched into a grin. It wasn't sweet or benign. It was feverish, wide, hanging precariously between insanity and ecstasy, a chalice brimming with intoxication and poison alike.

Couple of hours ago,

Sabina found herself standing in a dirty, white-lit chamber, which was a luxurious bedroom just a few seconds ago.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, the charming canvas of her face rippling with the faintest brush of surprise, her lips curving, "Oh? I didn't realize Silvia found a new friend... a very unexpected one at that. You shouldn't bully my cute junior like that."

Like a mirage shimmering into existence, one of the chamber walls became translucent, revealing Asher's silhouette, smirking with a gaze that carried an unfathomable depth, "You mean you are the only one who can bully her? You are one to talk," he retorted, a taunting lilt to his voice, "But don't worry, I didn't bully her into helping me. She was happy to help out a friend. Sometimes, you should try being nice for a change...sincerely, of course."

Sabina cast her eyes around the dim, glowing runes, displaying hurt with a flutter of her ghostly lashes, a delicate hand placed over her heart, "I am feeling quite hurt that you are doing this to me. I thought we were friends too."

Asher's gaze narrowed into slits, eyes flickering with a cold, calculated glint, "Well... last time I checked, a person wouldn't come up with schemes to sabotage their friends. Since I can't be easy to kill, the only option was to put a leash on me, like one of your toys, huh? You wouldn't be the first to try."

Her scoff reverberated through the room, a sound dripping with disdain and amusement intertwined, her eyes reflecting the playful scorn in her tone, "You think this sweet, little trap of yours is going to work on me? Did you think I sneaked into your fortress without preparing for the worst?"

Positioned with authoritative ease, Asher folded his arms behind his back, eyes locking onto Sabina with an icy determination, "I am aware you are quite the talented Soul Devourer, and that this isn't your first time getting trapped. But I'm prepared to do it the hard way if you insist on resisting. After all," a shadow of a smirk played on his lips, "I have quite an interesting fate outlined for your dear brother."

"Fufufufu..." A chilling melody of a giggle, delicate yet sinister, emanated from Sabina, her eyes glinting with a feverish and predatory light as she approached the transparent barrier, "There you are," she whispered, a grin slicing across her face, "The Asher I've been eager to meet. Did you sincerely presume I'd unknowingly saunter into your trap, navigating alone through your fortress teeming with your loyal followers?"

Asher's gaze intensified, sharpening into a focused glare, beads of suspicion and contemplation weaving through his thoughts.

He had indeed found it peculiar, her seemingly effortless surrender into his lair, almost willingly falling into a setup he planned differently in his mind.

As far as he knew and from what he heard from Naida, Sabina was quite the intelligent one, unlike her brother.

"So, why not educate me about your mysterious ploy?" Asher retorted nonchalantly, a subtle shrug rippling through his shoulders.

Sabina's lips curved further, unfurling into a smirk brimming with secretive amusement, "Did you think I wouldn't discern the slave seal you've branded on your maid during her brief kidnapping by me?"

With an acknowledging nod, Asher responded, "A mystery indeed. With knowledge of the seal, sparing her life wasn't your style. Yet, you released her, fully aware she'd return to tell everything to me. What game are you playing, Sabina?"

Eyes glimmering with unspoken plots, Sabina grinned wider, almost devilishly, "You are an alien in every way, and maybe that's why there's an undeniable allure to you, pretty boy. Without threatening your lovely maid, compelling you to confront me, how else would I secure your undivided attention? Or making you cook up some very interesting plans to punish me for what I plan to do with you."

Asher let out a chuckle of disbelief as he thought in his mind, realizing how crazy this woman was. She planned all this so that he would come after her and show her a very "interesting" time.

"You are more insane than I thought," Asher's voice, laced with a mirthless scoff, flowed through the room.

Sabina's lips quirked up, painting her visage with a smile that oscillated between angelic charm and devilish intent.

Her fingers, delicate and yet brimming with concealed power, traced the translucent barrier separating them, "And you must be equally or more insane if you are really planning to do whatever you have prepared for me and my brother."

His gaze, sharp and discerning, questioned silently, "So, your brother's well-being doesn't concern you?"

With a sigh, Sabina's expression shifted, flickering into a facade of disappointment, her eyes casting shadows of unspoken emotions, "Edmund has always been an irksome presence in my life. Marrying him would condemn me to a dreary existence of mundane responsibilities and the tiresome duty of motherhood."

"Damn, you are cold, not that you can be blamed."

"But," she paused, her gaze sharpening, "I cannot permit harm to befall my House. That's a line I would never cross."

Asher arched an eyebrow, prompting clarification with a simple, "What do you mean?"

Sabina's eyes narrowed, twinkling with an indomitable will and unspoken plans, "While I may despise my brother, the duty to perpetuate our bloodline and groom the next generation still falls upon my shoulders. But that doesn't necessarily mean Edmund should be the one to share in this responsibility with me."

Her gaze, fervent and intense, locked onto Asher's as she added, "Promise to bestow upon me your seed, and not only will I be content, but my House wouldn't have any objections either, at least after it happens. After all, you possess the coveted Immortal Bloodline, and I can already see a very pretty future for you ahead. Our silent partnership will be beautiful."

Surprise flickered across Asher's face, swiftly replaced by contemplation.

Sabina was playing a very dangerous game, playing both sides but not without safeguarding her interests and those of her House simultaneously.

Her voice, nonchalant but chilling, broke through his thoughts, "But let me warn you, if things don't transpire as planned, I won't hesitate to come after you. Be prepared to kill me before I take yours," She said while maintaining her charming smile.

A slow, deliberate smile unfolded on Asher's lips, bearing the weight of their perilous agreement, "Very well. We have a deal."