The Bored Immortal

Chapter 441 Blade Of Hatred And Love

“AARGHHH!!” Viktor cried out in a hoarse voice as his crimson eyes widened to their extremities from the sheer scorching pain he was feeling all over his body and his mind.

He immediately felt the loss of all senses except the ability to feel pain stemming from inside his body. He couldn’t even move his eyeballs as something dark, heavy, and unpleasant was making its way through his entire body and even into his head, leaving behind pain he couldn’t comprehend.

His entire body had become paralyzed, but it was the excruciating pain that ate away at his mind and body. He couldn’t even let out a whimper of pain as his jaw was clenched shut.

It was a level of agonizing pain he had never experienced in his long life nor pain that simply seemed to inflict the body only. Otherwise, he could have simply tried to numb his body to this tormenting pain.

But whatever poison Mevron stabbed him with seemed to be designed to hurt more than just the body. He was feeling a splitting headache as if his head was slowly being sawed into two.

He couldn’t even gather any other thoughts or think about anything else other than the pain.

“Noo!!” Seraphina cried out the moment she saw Mevron stabbing Viktor with a dark purple blade which was barely as long as one’s finger, but she recognized what kind of blade that was…A cursed blade that was never supposed to exist.

Before she even realized it, a wave of silver dust had escaped her hand and struck Mevron, which made him clutch his head as he got stunned.

Her figure immediately turned into glowing silver dust and reached Viktor’s body as she tried to get him up and leave through the portal together, which she had put up a couple of meters away.

But seeing that he was unable to even move his fingers, she pulled him up and supported him against her body before turning around to rush towards the portal.

“Stop right there!” But Orgaz had already appeared before her, much to Seraphina’s dismay as she realized they got trapped.

“Urghhh! How dare you!” Mevron came out of his daze as his mind cleared from the illusion Seraphina tried to put him in and seemed to only have pissed him off even more, especially after seeing that she was about to try and escape with Azu.

Still, he controlled his anger as he said, “Fairy Queen, be obedient and give up. There is no escape from this. The vampire you hired to help you is already at death’s door. In fact, he will live a living hell for a hundred years before he can die. But I won’t harm you and will still agree to save your race, or are you really going to let your people die?”

Seraphina placed her hand on Viktor’s chest to use some of her power to ease his pain, even if it wouldn’t be much considering the ancient poison he was inflicted with.

Her lips trembled as she looked at Mevron with watery eyes, “How could you be so cruel and unfeeling? We never caused you any harm, and all we did was try to get back something you took from my realm. The least you could have done was let us go. Azu wasn’t someone I hired but someone who volunteered to help me even if he stood to gain nothing. And yet you used an evil blade to hurt his soul. But now…you won’t get anything.”

Seraphina was overwhelmed with guilt and sadness to see Viktor in so much pain. She was able to alleviate some of his pain, but the poison was too strong and ancient for her to do something about it.

But she didn’t want to let his efforts be in vain and decided that this fruit should never fall into the wrong hands.

Mevron frowned when he saw that he might have accidentally provoked the Fairy Queen too much, and based on her quivering voice, he could feel that she might do something that might result in him never getting the Fruit of Youth.

She still had it in her possession, and he quickly had to think of a way to get it back. Otherwise, all this would be pointless.

“Wait! Since you seem to care so much for the vampire, what if we do a deal? You give me the Fruit of Youth, and I will remove the poison,” Mevron said with a certain glint in his eyes, while Orgaz had a strange look on his face.

Seraphina blinked as if in disbelief and in hope since she was already thinking of any possible ways to help Viktor.

But she came back to her senses as she said in a tone of suspicion, “You…You are lying.”

Mevron subtly smiled as he shook his head, “Am I? I am sure you recognized the blade I used, Helena’s Blade of Hatred…A blade that, according to the legend, was used to kill an immortal. Of course, that immortal was none other than herself, and she was trying to kill herself in the worst way possible. But…her son didn’t want her to die, and to mitigate the effects of the poison she had inflicted upon herself, he forged a Blade of Love. And as per the legend, once someone is stabbed with this blade, not even the poison from the Blade of Hatred will stand a chance. I am sure you know this story but let me tell you that I truly possess this blade. These two blades were hidden together, and they were gifted to me by my father.”

Seraphina’s expression faltered as she felt that his words did carry a hint of truth, but she didn’t know whether she could believe him or not.

For some reason, she wasn’t able to decipher that from his aura and felt that it must be due to some special artifact since he was an avid collector of anything rare and special.

“So what’s it going to be? Are you going to let him suffer, or are you going to give me the fruit?” Mevron asked with a shifty smile.