Novel Full Chapter 684: Temptations Of The Devil
Chapter 684: Temptations Of The Devil
“Did Hades give him a name?”
“No.”
Her gaze dropped.
Was that why he had never brought up the wedding until the very end?
Even then, he had brought it up only because there was no time left.
The thought stung.
’I should have said yes.’
Tears pricked at her eyes again.
’Why did I say we should wait until the next Eon?’
Regret was cruel.
It always came too late.
’I should have said yes when he asked me in the Ninth Eon.’
Severant didn’t say anything.
He knew ’he’ had been anxious when he asked for the wedding.
That proposal had been for her.
It could’ve given her warm memories.
But she had refused, and now it was a bitter, and painful memory.
Vornaz continued his stories.
The talent transfer technique ’he’ had created had been born from the knowledge he collected from countless places, combined with his own natural talent.
From that day, Moraine stopped trying to kill herself early.
She told Severant not to sever her memories.
The contract allowed her to refuse, so the demon left.
Vornaz stayed.
He found her in each new reincarnation.
Sometimes, when she was in hard-to-reach places, the demon had trouble finding her.
He needed a contractor to use the full power of his Authority, which was needed to locate her.
In those cases — when he had contractor — he would bring that person to her.
She would meet them, make her demands, and offer knowledge in return.
It became a routine.
She started it as Vornaz refused to let her spend every day crying.
He called it therapy.
She still couldn’t smile.
She still wanted to die.
But she knew that if ’he’ saw her like this, he would hate himself for it.
So she tried.
She tried to do better.
To improve.
It wasn’t easy.
There were days when she still felt like ending it.
But over time, she managed to keep herself moving.
She found small things to occupy her mind, and she let Vornaz’s constant presence keep her from sinking too deep.
And just when the faintest sense of stability began to take root, he appeared.
“What did you say?”
Moraine’s eyes narrowed.
She stared at the man standing before her.
Then her gaze shifted to Vornaz.
The owl didn’t look pleased.
The demon was glaring at his contractor like he wanted to burn the contract on the spot.
If he’d known his current partner was the kind of lunatic who would say something like this, he never would have brought him here.
The man had only signed with Vornaz a week ago.
And had demanded that Vornaz take him to her.
“I’m saying, help me, and in exchange, I will help you revive Nameless Death.”
The words were like the temptation of a devil.
They were the exact words she wanted to hear.
But she didn’t move.
She knew better than to grab at false hope.
She knew it was impossible to bring him back.
“…How do you know about him?”
The man in front of her wasn’t a demon. He wasn’t a Witch using transformation magic.
He wouldn’t have been present in previous Eon.
There shouldn’t have known about ’him’ who lived in Eight Eon.
“I have my ways. Ah, I forgot to introduce myself. You know my name already. Daniel Caelum. But I suppose I should introduce my main identity too…”
He smiled, like he was enjoying her reaction before it even came.
“I’m the Devil of the Tenth Eon, Ouroboros.”
“Get out.”
Moraine’s voice was cold.
She didn’t care if he was a Devil or not.
Vornaz, however, froze.
He hadn’t known that the contractor who had approached him was the current Eon’s Devil.
“At least listen to me,” Ouroboros said.
“I said get out—”
“What if I really know a way to revive him?”
She stopped.
The words cut through her anger.
Moraine looked at him for a long moment before asking, “How?”
“We will rewind time all the way to the start of the Ninth Eon.”
“That’s impossible.”
He laughed.
“Not with my plan. You just need to agree to join me.”
She didn’t respond immediately.
She was considering his offer.
“Moraine, don’t fall for this!” Vornaz’s voice was sharp.
She ignored him.
“…What do I need to do?”
Ouroboros’s smile widened.
“Help me kill Hades.”
“….!”
“I suppose you’re surprised. Most people would be. He’s considered the strongest. An invincible existence. He is a Devil who has survived the end of Eons. But do you know…”
She frowned.
“Know what?”
“Do you know his dream?”
Moraine shook her head.
She knew Hades had a goal.
But the details? No one knew them.
He kept his secrets locked away.
“Think about it. What kind of goal would drive Hades to create a Devil?”
“….”
“You can figure it out, can’t you? He wants to end the Cosmos.”
“That’s impossible,” she said flatly. “The Cosmos will be reborn, just like Witches and Demons.”
“And that,” Ouroboros said, “is why Hades has failed until now. But he’s immortal. It’s only a matter of time before he finds a way to make it permanent.”
Moraine wasn’t shocked.
Hades, who had lived as long as Witches and Demons, was perhaps tired.
He might have wanted to end it all.
She could understand that kind of exhaustion.
“You Demons, Witches, even Hades. You might be sick of living,” Ouroboros said. “But people have a right to live. Hades shouldn’t be allowed to kill everyone just because he’s ready to go himself. That’s why I have to kill him. Help me, and I’ll help you in return.”
Moraine thought about it.
And she realized…
She didn’t care if Hades lived or died.
“…How do I know you’re not lying?”
“Moraine!” Vornaz snapped, but she didn’t look at him.
“Come with me. I’ll show you proof,” Ouroboros said.
She studied him for several seconds.
Then, slowly, she nodded.
For the first time in a very long while, hope began to stir again in her chest.