The Villianess story: A 100 ways to kill your husband-Chapter 329: Wrath of Hell

The pain pierced through Abrielle’s body, she didn’t think she was going to be able to beat Jocelyn. The end was near; how many near-death experiences had she had since coming here? freёnovelkiss.com

"Any last words," Jocelyn drawled; Abrielle could barely hear her, everything going dark. "I am sorry, Cedric," she muttered; Abrielle didn’t know why she felt she had to say those words.

They had hurt each other; she always told herself she didn’t regret her actions. It was all to survive, but yet, at this moment, it felt like she was about to move on from this world. They felt like the right words to say. The invisible grip on her neck tightened. She couldn’t fight it anymore

Her hands grew weak, and she stopped fighting. Her life was fading slowly, and then it happened: the black flame tattoo on her neck glowed a blue light. The heavy air was denser with something dark, even dark for Jocelyn. Puzzled, her eyes darted around; she felt something coming but could not determine the direction.

Something was approaching. A dark force Jocelyn wasn’t expecting struck her from behind, making her lose her grip on Abrielle; she was confused about what was happening.

Abrielle’s lungs, sensing freedom, drew in a deep breath, hungry for life. Her eyes half opened, trying to hold onto her soul that was fleeting. She heard the voice clearly. It felt like a dream. It was a voice that haunted her dreams before, but this time, it felt like something she was longing for.

"I should be the one asking you that." A deep baritone said; Abrielle, who was half unconscious, didn’t smash the ground as she expected; instead, she was caught by a pair of arms while in the air. Despite the fall, the arms felt gentle and warm, a feeling she didn’t know she craved.

Her heart skipped a beat; she could barely move to look at him, her eyes going wide, shocked to see Cedric but mind-blown to see a pair of pitch-black majestic wings on his back.

"Cedric..." She could barely say her eyes growing heavy, eyes watered. "Save your breath, ’cause you owe me more than an apology." He replied; it was truly his voice laced with the same sarcasm she recognized.

"How can you fly?" She asked him. They were in the air, and the wings seemed like angel’s wings, but a wrong shade was definitely on his back.

"Why did you run?" He asked instead of answering her and her lips were immediately sealed. "It is complicated." She answered; Cedric’s gaze flickered, hearing her reply. Those words confirmed the fact that Abrielle truly planned the escape. His grip tightened and he did his absolute best to remain calm.

Large arms made of shadows rose from the ground, launching at them, but before they got close to Cedric, they disappeared. Jocelyn’s eyes went wide; it wasn’t possible.

Cedric was not putting on a mask, so Jocelyn had no way to recognize the man with wings and hair darker than the night scattered all over his face was the first prince. Her eyes went wide because who she recognized was not the first prince.

"AZRAEL," she gasped. What was that demon doing here? What was the god of destruction doing here? She asked herself. She was a performer of the dark arts so she was a bit knowledgeable about what those entities looked like.

One of the demons they prayed to was Azreal. A demon described as destruction himself, he was the darkness himself.

Cedric glanced at Jocelyn, his eyes pitched black. He knew the name she said, Azrael. He was puzzled because he was clearly not Azrael, not that it mattered much. "Try to sleep, this will be over before you know it." He whispered to her, his voice relaxing drawing her to a deep smile.

Abrielle glanced at his face, she never imagined seeing him a day outside without the mask. Before her eyes closed she made a request. "Please don’t hurt the other slaves." Her voice trailed off, her eyes closing as she went into a deep slumber.

Cedric gazed at her; she was more frail than she was after winter, her weight way below what he remembered. From her cold eyes and hollow cheeks, he knew all he needed to know. Abrielle barely had any flesh and was just skin and bones.

He glanced around to assess the situation, and he spotted some women and girls long unconscious on the ground due to Jocelyn’s magic before his eyes fell on Jocelyn, who was too terrified to move at the sight of an actual demon.

His gaze was calm, too calm. "You are a demon. " Jocelyn said, her hands shaking as she pointed at Cedric. "Everyone who has seen my wings never got to see another moment," Cedric said and the calmness disappeared.

Abrielle had rage but all he had was wrath. His fury was so thick it could consume light itself.

What happened to Jocelyn and over 200 guards no one knows. No one who saw it lived to speak. By daybreak, the elite shadow knights that served under the prince arrived at the manor or rather what remains of it.

The entire forest around it was dead like a wilderness. No bones were left, just withered trees. In the manor, there were tons of unconscious bodies, nobles and rich merchants barely alive. By the time they opened their eyes and saw the royal flag, they were all confused because they had no idea what had happened after the slaves revolted.

"Take them all into custody, they are all involved in this operation," Elias instructed them as he tried to figure out what happened here. There were some dead bodies from the revolt in the maze but not even a single member of the death’s bite remains was seen.

Evelyn ventured into the forest to find her master. Cedric had mysteriously disappeared after he urgently told them to come here at dusk. She knew her master was masked in secrets, but the shadow knights were loyal and never asked a question. They owed their lives to him.

After walking for minutes, she came across a group of women lying on the floor, fast asleep. "He must be close." She muttered, worried about where Cedric had gone; what had happened here before they arrived?