I’m Trying to End This Possession - Chapter 285

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Chapter 285

 

 

 

“Don’t do this.”

Then Dana whispered pleadingly.

“Don’t do this to me. Demian.”

“Dana, don’t make me keep talking.”

Demian felt good. Now that he had given up on being forgiven, nothing was difficult anymore. Rather, he felt free.

“Hurry up and hand over the sacred relic.”

“Do you really have to do this?”

Dana asked.

“You say you love me, but you’re always like this. You’ve never respected me.”

“I will respect you. Just hand over the sacred relic.”

He coaxed gently as if dealing with a child.

“You can treat me badly again like before. I can accept all that kind of whining.”

At those words, the expression disappeared from Dana’s face.

She opened her trembling lips.

“Whining…?”

“Yes. Your whining. It was truly adorable.”

The wildly flying fists, kicks, clumsy curses, murderous glares. How cute they were, just as he had told her, such things were like passionate caresses to him.

That woman is weak, and weak things are trivial.

Therefore he could find her endearing as much as he wanted, could be generous. Of course, being hit and stepped on was the same.

“I see.”

Dana muttered lowly.

“To you, my anger was just whining. Just, something like whining.”

Was she shocked? But that was the truth, so it couldn’t be helped.

“Now, hurry up and give me the sacred relic.”

He put strength into the hand gripping her neck.

Very slightly, pressing down with his thumb, Demian urged gently.

“Darling, give it to me quickly. Okay?”

“Ugh, urk.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

Even as he said this, he put a little more strength into his fingers. He could see her white face turning red.

“Let go, let go.”

Dana hit Demian’s hand repeatedly while sobbing.

“Let go, let me go, let, go.”

“I won’t let go until you give me the sacred relic.”

“No, let go, ugh.”

Dana seemed to be in pain as her breath was cut off. She panted and her eyes welled up with tears. Demian sighed.

“Don’t resist and give me the sacred relic.”

“No, no.”

“You look so pitiful right now.”

Yes, she was pitiful.

But that didn’t look bad either.

Rather…

He licked his lips that had grown hot. Perhaps because he had given up on forgiveness, Demian’s desire now soared as if it had wings. Her reproach, her hatred – now he didn’t need to care about any of it.

So it meant he needed to punish her if she didn’t listen.

“Dana, look. They’re watching us in a daze.”

He shuddered with cruel pleasure while forcing himself to put on a gentle voice.

The Somora Priests were surprised, shocked, just watching them as if they were spectators.

“You don’t want to be stripped naked in front of them, do you?”

At those words, Dana’s pupils trembled. Her lips convulsed. Fear and shock settled in.

“You, crazy bastard.”

“Please listen to me while I’m asking nicely.”

“You, son of a bitch, cough, kugh.”

“When you become naked, I’ll get excited again. You know well what will happen after that.”

“…!”

“You don’t want such things to happen in a place like this, do you?”

Then, as if angry, strength entered Dana’s fingertips as she gripped his wrist. She scratched his wrist with her fingernails.

Demian let out a moan because it felt thrilling.

“Ah, good…”

Then Dana’s hand trembled as if convulsing. Demian urged in a wet voice.

“More, do it harder.”

“…”

Was the shock too much?

The strength completely drained from her resisting hand.

Demian smiled. That’s right. This is how it should be. Give up. Submit.

“I told you, didn’t I? Even that feels like foreplay to me.”

“…”

“Now, give me the sacred relic.”

He extended his other hand that wasn’t gripping her neck.

“Hurry up.”

Actually, he could forcibly pry open her fingers and take it.

But he intended to wait until Dana gave it herself. The moment when she surrendered to him of her own will.

Obedience would begin from there.

“…”

Thud. Finally, the amber sacred relic fell into his grasp.

The moment he felt the cold touch of stone, a thrill-like joy spread through him.

Done.

With this, everything was done. He had obtained everything.

Dana too. And the lifespan to be with Dana!

“Well done. Good girl.”

Demian finally released Dana’s neck. And he pulled up Dana, who was about to collapse weakly, and held her in his arms.

“Sorry for handling you roughly. There won’t be such things from now on.”

After kissing her lovely forehead, he turned around.

“…”

He saw the priests frozen, overwhelmed by this bizarre scene.

Ignoring their gazes, Demian walked step by step down from the altar. Then the priests who belatedly came to their senses hurriedly approached and blocked his way.

“What on earth are you doing right now!”

“Go back up to the altar! Adma Rolland.”

“Put down the goat on the altar immediately! That is a sacrifice for Somora-!”

Demian kicked the babbling priest hard in the abdomen. Then the priest’s body flew to the wall and crashed with a bang. Cracks spread across the underground wall and dirt fell.

“…”

Did he die instantly?

Whatever.

As he was about to move forward, something hit his foot.

It was a magically created bow. A bizarre bow that when you pulled the bowstring, shamanism would shoot out and show the most frightening thing to whoever it hit.

Perfect. He grabbed it and slung it over his shoulder.

Living life, there would surely come days when Dana would rebel.

Since he couldn’t strangle her every single time, he had planned to use this as punishment.

“Well, then….”

Shall we go now.

The voice that was about to say that stopped. Cough, cough, Demian had a dry cough.

He thought it was his imagination, but his throat had been scratchy for a while now. It felt stuffy as if dust had settled in it.

“Ahem, then let’s go. Dana.”

He said, looking down at Dana.

Dana was looking up at him while being held docilely in his arms. But there was something strange about her gaze.

He had definitely thought she would be crying, having given up everything. Or he expected her to be in despair.

‘What is this?’

She was staring at him with eyes full of curiosity. Like a researcher observing an experimental animal.

Why are you looking at me like that? Just as he was about to ask that.

“Huh.”

At that moment, Demian felt all the strength drain from his arms.

So he ended up dropping Dana.

He tried to catch her in surprise, but fortunately Dana seemed to have been prepared and landed on the ground. Then she staggered slightly.

Be careful not to fall, dear.

He tried to say that, but stopped when he caught a whiff of acrid smoke from his breath.

What is this.

Demian frowned and looked down at his arm.

What is this?

He couldn’t understand it.

Why?

Why is my forearm turning black?

Strangely, it was difficult to even continue his thoughts. Moreover, his legs lost strength, so he slumped down to the ground.

What is this?

“Wh, what, this, cough, why….”

When he coughed, black dust scattered.

His fingertips, palm, wrist were turning black as if being devoured by black waves. It was spreading at such a rapid pace that even though he was watching with his eyes, he couldn’t keep up.

He had no idea what was happening.

He didn’t know when, how, or where it had started.

But he knew clearly what this phenomenon was.

Corruption.

The very thing the Windsor Family and Diana Church had tried so hard to prevent.

It was beginning in him.

Demian looked up at Dana as if entranced.

“You don’t look well. Demian.”

Before he knew it, she was smiling cheerfully.

“It seems like you’ve become this year’s goat, Demian.”

Her eyes were filled with burning hatred. Heat flashed with rage and loathing.

Demian asked while coughing.

“How did you?”

“Does that matter?”

That’s right.

It doesn’t matter.

Looking at his body crumbling into dust, he naturally came to understand.

It will disappear soon.

I will die.

It will end.

I’m disappearing.

“Goodbye, Demian. You were truly like a nightmare in my life.”

He wanted to be forgiven by her, but he couldn’t.

He wanted to live with her, but he couldn’t.

He couldn’t. He couldn’t….

But….

Looking at the hatred welling in her eyes, a final desire surged up.

“Dear.”

I will be remembered by her.

“Still, we were pretty good together, weren’t we?”

I will be with her forever like that.

“We made good memories until the very end, didn’t we.”

So he babbled. All sorts of cursed sentences that would fuel her hatred even more.

“The one thing I regret is that while living as your husband, I never had a child with you. I regret being so diligent about contraception.”

Ah. Look.

Look at that!

“Of course, there was the part about not wanting to harm your body, but I loved dirtying your face so much.”

Look at those eyes that seem ready to go mad from hating me so much! Demian babbled frantically in his fevered state.

“It’s because you look so clean. The cleaner you look, the more I want to mess you up. Do you understand? It’s all because of you! Everything I did to you was all because you’re too beautiful!”

Now Dana will never forget me.

“It was because you’re beautiful!”

She’ll hate me so much that whether in dreams or reality, she’ll be filled with thoughts of me. Ah, perhaps Dana will resent me until the moment she dies!

His limbs trembled with masochistic pleasure. It was amazing that he could feel excitement even while crumbling. Demian laughed until his face nearly tore.

Now he realized that hatred was sweeter than love. Wasn’t it hotter, more glorious, and breathtakingly passionate? He couldn’t bear how beautiful this moment of receiving her hatred was.

It truly was a perfect end!

“…I see.”

At that moment, Dana laughed weakly.

As if a fire had been extinguished, the heat disappeared from her eyes.

“I see, you love my hatred too.”

“Of course. I love everything about you….”

“Then I’ll forget you.”

“….”

The expression disappeared from Demian’s face. What did you say?

“From this moment on, I won’t hate you or loathe you. I’ll just forget you, like a passing wind.”

Dana’s eyes were indifferent as she said this.

There was no heat. It was like ash left after everything had burned. The emotion that had consumed her just moments ago was nowhere to be found, coldly extinguished.

No, that can’t be. Absolutely not. Demian shook his head violently.

“How can you forget me when you haven’t even gotten proper revenge? Surely you don’t think killing me now counts as revenge?”

He deliberately laughed loudly in mockery.

“No! I’m not even afraid of this death right now! Without even seeing me writhe in agony, how could you-“

“That’s why.”

Then Dana bent down and picked something up.

It was a bow.

The bow made by the Somora Sorcerers, the terrifyingly awful one that showed the worst visions.

“If I see you thrashing in fear as you die.”

“…!”

“I think I can end it all with that and forget.”

No!

Before he could even cry out, she pulled the bowstring. Thunk, like an arrow piercing, the shamanism struck his chest.

“Goodbye.”

No. Demian shook his head. No. I don’t want this.

At least before I die, I want to see you, to feel you, and die like that—

“Struggle and die inside the illusion, you bastard.”

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