The Damned Demon

Chapter 909: Your Time Is Nigh High

Chapter 909: Your Time Is Nigh High

Luna’s eyes quivered violently as she stared helplessly at Asher’s lifeless body sprawled alongside Rowena and Ravina. Her chest tightened, her breath caught painfully in her throat, as her mind desperately rejected the brutal reality unfolding before her.

“No… this can’t be…” she thought in her mind with disbelief. Her fingers dug into the soil, desperately hoping the earth would somehow wake her from this terrible nightmare.

Around her, the werewolves were frozen, their breaths shaky and shallow, bodies rigid with terror. They’d seen power before, but never anything so absolute—never the complete and utter annihilation that the Immortal Sovereign brought down so casually. His mere presence was a storm; his smallest gesture, a cataclysm.

Only Lupus remained oddly composed, his blood-red eyes glinting with a calm, knowing glimmer, as if expecting something the others had yet to comprehend.

The Immortal Sovereign exhaled deeply, rolling his mighty shoulders, the twisted satisfaction clear in his radiant eyes.

“That,” he declared coldly, “was cathartic. At last, my soul finds peace.” His towering figure shifted, his gaze falling upon Asher’s broken form, lips curving into a cruel smirk. “It’s almost a pity…you won’t witness the destruction of everything else you’ve ever cared for.”

The very air thickened, as if the world itself shuddered in response to his chilling words. But just as the echo faded, a heavy silence descended, unnatural and oppressive.

Suddenly, the skies above grew dark. Not the usual darkness of a fading sun—but a darkness so profound, it seemed as if existence itself had been stripped of all light. Dark green lightning flashed, illuminating clouds that boiled and twisted furiously, plunging the world into a suffocating void.

Luna’s breath quickened, a primal fear gripping her heart. “What’s happening? This…this can’t be his doing.”

“No,” Lupus replied calmly, eyes narrowing, lips subtly forming a faint smile, “It isn’t.”

In the distance, emerging from the swirling mist and dark lightning, a tall, cloaked figure slowly materialized, silhouetted by the chaos behind him. His presence alone felt ancient, terrifyingly old—as if he had walked through countless lifetimes and realms of death.

Two eerie dark green eyes glowed fiercely beneath his hood, piercing the gloom with a cold, haunting intensity. In one skeletal hand, he held a staff, crowned by an ominous orb pulsating with the same dark green radiance that filled the stormy skies. His robes fluttered gently, tattered and burnt, betraying his true, horrifying form beneath.

The Sovereign’s eyes widened, shock trembling through his massive frame.

“What…?” he whispered, disbelief stealing the arrogance from his voice. “No… this can’t be possible. You…I harvested every ounce of bloodforce from your body and watched you die!”

As the figure stepped forward, his charred bones and scorched flesh became visible, dripping dark green magma onto the trembling earth. Yet his voice emerged steady, emotionless yet resonating with an unearthly power.

“Yes,” Skully responded chillingly, each word dripping with a timeless menace, “An undead shall be your undoing, Derek Sterling. Your time is nigh high.”

Luna’s eyes widened, her mouth parting in shock. “Grandfather, is that…?”

Lupus nodded solemnly, whispering almost reverently, “Yes. The Undying Warden. He has come to collect a debt owed over so many lifetimes.”

“Lifetimes?”

The Immortal Sovereign regained his composure swiftly, anger twisting his face into a mask of hateful fury. “You insolent rat…Just like your stubborn father, you refuse to accept death. But I will ensure your end is absolute this time!”

The Immortal Sovereign raised his giant spear, drawing forth immense power. Radiant blue and white energies merged violently at the spear’s tip, before erupting in a devastating torrent toward Skully.

Yet, Skully calmly raised his staff, deflecting the attack with a mere wave of his skeletal hand. Derek’s face lost color, horror dawning as he stumbled back, stunned.

“Impossible!” Derek roared, rage barely hiding his shock. “You should not possess such power!”

Skully tilted his skull upward, dark magma dripping from his empty eye sockets. “While you were busy hiding your dying body in the form of a tower, my father bestowed upon me his curse—damned power inherited from a true immortal unlike you.”

“I AM the strongest immortal!” Derek snarled, lifting his spear again, desperate, frenzied. “I damned your father; now I’ll damn you for good!”

In response, Skully drove the staff downward into the earth.

*BOOOM!!!*

The entire world seemed to fracture at the impact. A seismic tremor ripped across the ground, shaking mountains to dust, splitting the far distance oceans, and sending a catastrophic wave of dark green energy rippling outward.

The shockwave managed to evade the werewolves but slammed into Derek, launching his titanic form violently skyward, through clouds and atmosphere, hurtling him into the darkness of space itself.

Luna flinched unconsciously and stared in awe as the world trembled uncontrollably, raw power radiating from Skully in cataclysmic waves. But then, something else caught her eye—tiny particles drifting upward, shimmering faintly amidst the storm. These fragments swirled gently, merging slowly, knitting together bones, flesh, nerves, and finally skin. Her heart raced uncontrollably as she realized it was life itself, flowing backward from death.

Particles converged, spinning and twirling faster, restoring bodies once obliterated. Rowena’s hair regained its raven sheen; Ravina’s tiny hand slowly formed, clutching nothingness; Rebecca, Naida, Amelia, Rachel—all Bloodburners that had died began to rematerialize, their hearts beating again.

Luna’s breath hitched, tears spilling freely, “How…is this possible?”

Lupus’s gaze softened, worship and relief mingling subtly in his aged eyes. “That is the true power of the Undying Warden—the forbidden authority to reclaim souls from death’s eternal grip using the power of time. Even the universe trembles at such defiance.”

Finally, Asher’s lifeless form trembled, the wound in his chest rapidly sealing shut. His chest rose, taking in a sharp, sudden breath, eyes flying open with desperate clarity. In his arms, Rowena and Ravina gasped softly, breathing returning to their once lifeless bodies.

Asher’s gaze met Rowena’s pale face that wasn’t lifeless anymore, before moving to the tiny, trembling form of Ravina. Tears flowed openly down his face, disbelief and relief overwhelming him.

He couldn’t understand what was happening or how he came back to life.

But suddenly time itself had gone deathly still around Asher, the air frozen mid-breath, particles of dust and fragments of stone hovering in unnatural suspension. The vast silence was deafening, suffocating in its surreal stillness. Asher’s heart pounded fiercely, echoing in the unnatural void surrounding him.

A deep, worn voice resonated behind him, the timbre filled with centuries of pain yet tinged with warmth, “Father…”

Asher’s heart seized, a surge of unbearable emotion wrenching through him at that single, impossible word. His breath hitched painfully as he slowly turned, his eyes trembling, every movement feeling like an eternity in itself.

Standing there was Skully, his imposing, skeletal frame shrouded by his tattered cloak, the dark green magma within his charred bones now fading gradually into pale dust. Every moment saw another tiny fragment of him crumbling away, like sand slipping through the fingers of fate itself.

But even as Skully’s bones slowly crumbled, a profound gentleness emanated from his hollow sockets. In that silent gaze was a warmth unmistakable, transcending the horrifying visage. Something deep within Asher stirred powerfully, a recognition so raw it left his throat painfully tight.

His voice cracked, shaking with disbelief and a desperate, poignant hope. “A-Arthur…?”

Skully stepped closer, each motion careful, almost hesitant, as if afraid he might shatter the fragile reality around them. His skeletal hand reached up, removing the hood to fully reveal his skull, where dark-green magma trickled away like dying embers, softly illuminating the contours of his bones.

Despite lacking eyes, despite his terrifying visage, Asher saw something profoundly familiar—an unmistakable tenderness that pierced his soul. Skully’s voice softened further, each word heavy with long-held longing.

“I have waited so long for this moment…to finally say it,” Skully said in a low voice, the strength in his voice breaking subtly, “I missed you, Father.”

What the…Who saw this coming? :#

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