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HELLBOUND HEART
Chapter 301 Anomaly
"As a reward for you willingly coming here, I'm ready to answer any questions from you, regarding yourself." Elijah continued in a generous tone.
Elle wanted to roll her eyes but instead, took a deep breath and spoke while maintaining her invisibility. Even if he knew where she was, she would rather remain invisible to him than let him see her physically.
"And how would I even know if your answers wouldn't be just another fabricated truth?" she asked, her voice laced with obvious doubt and suspicion.
"There is no reason for me to lie to you at this point, Princess," Elijah said, his tone smooth and confident. "And don't worry, I'm sure you'd feel it yourself if what you're hearing is the truth or not."
Elle paused for a moment, weighing her options. She knew that she had to find out what Elijah wanted from her, but at the same time, she could not simply trust his words just like that. "What do you want from me?" she finally asked after a heavy sigh.
"Good question. But..." he took what felt like a calculated pause. "...that's the question that I'm going to answer last, Princess."
Elijah's evasiveness with that question left her with another surge of unease. But she forced herself to remain calm at least outwardly. She needed to dig out as much information from him as she possibly could.
"Why are you wearing your mask now? Or are you an imposter and that's why you're hiding your face?" Elle wasn't sure why, but she had a niggling feeling that there was something off about Elijah - about this person who seemed to be Elijah, but yet is not. She was certain it was him based on his physique, voice, and that mask but... why was it that she felt like something was different about him? Was this really Elijah? "Are you really Elijah?" Elle finally blurted out, not able to hold it back. The man fell silent.
"That's not a question regarding yourself, Izabelle," he responded, causing Elle to clench her fists in frustration. She wanted answers, but she knew in that one answer from him that this man was not someone she could even force to just answer or even nag. He just felt like bad news and her instincts were screaming at her to be cautious when dealing with this person before her.
"Snow has told me that I will find the truth if I follow him. This means that you're going to be the one who would be providing me with the truth that I seek, is it not?" Though Elle was invisible and there was a chance that this man could not see her, she still pointed at him.
"Correct." he nodded sagely.
"Then tell me. What do you know about me?" Elle's voice was firm.
"I know everything about you," the man replied vaguely, moving to lean against the rectangular table-like object in the center of the altar. "I also know that you have the heart of the last pureblooded werewolf beating within your chest right now."
As she absorbed his words, Elle could not help but feel like she was suddenly in a nightmare. A nightmare that has no ending in sight. And her heart trembled within her.
He turned to face Elle as he continued. "Your heart is the last of its kind, Izabelle. And that's what makes that heart of yours special. There are no others like it and there never will be another that could be replicated to be the same."
Elle felt a shiver run down her spine as Elijah's words sank in. She had always known that her heart was different. That it was somehow special. But to hear it described as the last of its kind was something else entirely. Suddenly, Elle was struck with a recollection of Zeres' words when he had spoken about her heart a few hours ago. Her emotions began to stir within her as her eyes burned fiercely. "So, you're after my heart too? Do you want to take it away from me because it's not really mine?" she asked. Though she was trying to keep calm, even to her own ears, Elle could detect the fear and bitterness that tinged her tone as she spoke.
Elijah shook his head. "No, that heart belongs to you, Princess. It's destined to be yours," he replied.
Elle was surprised by his response. She had not been expecting those words to fall from his lips. "Destined to be mine? Do you have any proof of that? Because what I was told was that this heart was meant for someone else. That the man who gave me this heart had stolen it from its rightful owner."
"The rightful owner of that heart, Alyssa, died seven hundred years ago, Izabelle," Elijah informed her.
For a moment, she could not speak. Her mind was reeling with the implications of what he had just said. Seven hundred years ago. It was a span of time that was difficult to comprehend, a distant era of history that seemed mythical. She could not even fathom being alive for a hundred years, much less seven hundred.
"Seven hundred years..." she whispered, her voice barely audible. "That's...that's a really long time."
Her heart suddenly pounded hard within her chest at the realization that dawned on her out of the blue. Alyssa had died seven hundred years ago! Yet here was her heart, beating within her chest. It was a miracle, an anomaly that defied all explanation.
She looked at him, her eyes wide with wonder and confusion. "Then how come...how come it's still here?" she asked, her voice stammering a little. "How did this heart even survive all these years?"
"The heart is special, not only because it is the last pure werewolf's heart, but also because it has been infused with forbidden spells. In the past, a certain witch and a half-demon attempted to revive Alyssa by using the half-demon's blood as a sacrifice for the forbidden spell, but the attempt was unsuccessful."
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HELLBOUND HEART
Chapter 302 Twisted
"Little did they know that the dark magic had managed to revive only her heart. The heart did not die, even when the body had rotted away. The forbidden spell and the demonic influence kept it alive for many years. It is also believed that as long as the half-blood demon whose blood had been used in that spell is alive, the heart will not die." The man's voice was filled with meaning as he looked in her direction, as though willing her to understand the point behind his words.
Elle's eyes could only widen in shock. Not only was it the last pure werewolf's heart, but it had also been infused with forbidden magic?! She could not believe what she was hearing. It was too fantastical to be true. And yet, she found herself not feeling that doubt and disbelief she expected to feel.
"So, my heart is alive ... all because of the dark magic performed together with the effects of a half-demon's blood?" she asked, trying to wrap her head around the concept. "And as long as that half-demon is alive, my heart won't die?"
Elle was silent for a moment after the masked man nodded.
"The...the half-demon, is it...Sebastian?" she could not help the pauses as she was barely able to get those words out of her mouth. She had long since guessed the direction of the thoughts that this man wanted her to move towards. She was unwilling and had tried stalling as long as she could but ultimately, she still arrived back to this question.
He nodded gravely. "I believe so," he said. "There are only two half-demons in this world, and Sebastian was the one with a connection to Alyssa between the two."
The man who Elle believes may or may not be the real Elijah shifted, crossing his long legs. "You were not randomly picked, Izabelle," he said firmly. "Ezekiel gave the heart to you for a reason. Not everyone can be compatible with Alyssa's heart. The only ones who can withstand a werewolf heart induced with demonic blood and forbidden spells are the descendants of the fae."
Elle's lips parted. "Descendants of the fae? What does that even mean?" she asked, struggling to understand. She was already having problems keeping up with what was told to her about half-demons and forbidden spells. Now there were even faes involved?!
"Fae are another race of supernatural beings, descended from the goddesses and angels themselves, and your ancestry is apparently traced back to them. That's what makes you special, my dear princess."
Elle felt a mix of confusion and disbelief as she shook her head. Everything was all too fantastical to be true. But then again, she had already learned that werewolves and half-demons existed, so why not add fae into the mix as well?
Still, the idea that she had fae ancestry was something that she had never even considered before or even dared to ever imagine. It was just too much to take in! And yet, she did not even feel like laughing.
What in the world... how could she even process all this information? Is this even true? Should she not be showing signs of information overload? She questioned herself despite her mind and heart and guts seemingly already believing everything.
"Your powers and abilities are obviously not something a normal werewolf would possess, Izabelle," he said. "It's your mother's lineage that gave you the blood of a fae. And yes, faes are already extinct in this world. None of the purebloods exist anymore, save for their non-pure descendants like you."
"So you're saying there are still more people like me?" Knowing that she had fae blood running through her veins was amazing enough. However, now, this man was telling her that there might be others out there who were like her?!
"Anyone who is aiming for the heart within you should be just like you, another descendant. These fae descendants always die from heart-related matters before reaching 30. None of them have survived longer than that. Some even die as young as when they were born. And these fae descendants can't live with any other heart other than a pure werewolf's heart."
"Why?" her voice was weak. The thought of Iryz's pale and seemingly lifeless face flashed through her mind. Her heart ached just picturing that image.
"No reason known until now so far. So everyone just believes it's one of those matters that aren't meant to be explained or perhaps just another law of nature or magic."
"But... I was a normal human before. I swear I've never felt any indication of being a descendant of some supernatural being."
"It's because fae descendants aren't supposed to be special. They're just like any normal humans. In fact, they're as good as cursed because they can't live long. But you are different. You've awakened your power yourself. You are one of a kind and that's why..."
As he took that pause, Elle felt the atmosphere around him suddenly shift. She could feel her body freeze up in fear. And just like that, her instincts were screaming at her to run, to get as far away from this man as possible. But before she could even take a step, he spoke again, his voice echoing through the room.
"You are wanted, Izabelle," he added, sending violent shivers running down Elle's spine. She wanted to run but her feet seemed to be glued to the floor.
She had to get out of here. She had to leave before it was too late! Finally her feet were willing to cooperate with what her mind had been screaming for some time now. She ran towards the ancient steel door and pushed with all her might, but it would not budge.
The man's voice cut through the silence once more. "Don't waste your time, Princess Izabelle. That door will never open no matter how you try. And we are not done yet," he said, his words dripping with malice. "Also, it's time for me to answer your very first question, Princess. Don't you want to hear it?"
With her heart pounding violently in her chest, she slowly turned to face him. Her eyes narrowed as she braced herself for whatever twisted truths he was about to reveal.
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HELLBOUND HEART
Chapter 303 Betrayed
"We need your blood to revive our race, Izabelle." The man said in a serious voice. "The werewolves have been waiting for you for so long. Far too long, in fact. Your blood will free us all!" His voice pitched higher as he spoke, showing how eager he was for her blood. It was to the point that Elle felt it bordered on maniacal. After he finished speaking, he turned to her and seemingly calmed down a little.
Elle's heart pounded in her chest as she stared at the man in front of her, the truth of his words sinking in. These people wanted to use her blood to revive their entire race? How much of her blood would it take to achieve their goal? It was overwhelming, and terrifying. But she refused to go down without a fight. She gritted her teeth, ready to defend herself with everything she had within her.
"So, you're... you're going to kill me?" she asked, her voice might be stuttering, her eyes desperate, but her entire demeanor was fierce. She looked as though she was a warrior about to go into her final battle.
As the man approached her, she prepared herself for the worst. Her fists were clenched tight, her knuckles were bone white from the force of her grip, her body poised and ready to strike. But as he spoke again, her heart sank. "You could die." Those three words spoken so nonchalantly as though it was just a narration of a paragraph from a report, echoed in her mind like a gong. The way he spoke about her fate so lightly was so flippant. And she felt a violent chill run down her spine, shaking her entire frame. Was this really the end for her? Was she really going to die here, in this dungeon, at the hands of these creatures? Elle refused to accept it. She had to find a way out of this. She could not let them drain her of her life-giving blood, and she definitely would not let them kill her as though a lamb for the sacrifice.
A low growl rumbled from Snow's throat, causing Elle to snap her gaze towards the white wolf. Snow's sharp gaze was fixated on the masked man, his lips curled back in a threatening snarl that revealed his sharp teeth. It was as if the wolf was warning the man not to dare approach Elle with killing intentions. Elle was confused for a second. Was it not Snow who had led her here into this trap? Why was he then behaving like this now?
"Easy there, Yver. I know I told you we're not killing her, but I'm just being honest here. There's indeed still a chance she might die but very little. Her body is much more powerful than expected... so just relax." His voice, though melodious, had made the little hairs on the back of Elle's neck to stand on end.
Elle felt a pang of disappointment as Snow stopped growling and backed off. Was that all it took for him to put down his guard? She had hoped that the wolf had changed his mind, but it seemed that her hopes were all in vain. He seemed to be easily mollified that she would only be harmed but not to the extent of being pushed unto death. The situation had taken a turn for the worse, and she could not help but feel helpless. Elle realized that she was truly on her own and would have to fight for her survival with her own two hands.
"Don't worry, Izabelle. We're not going to kill you. I'm not sure if Yver has already mentioned this to you, but werewolves still exist. No one is pure-blooded anymore, but unlike other races, non-pure-blooded werewolves' abilities aren't far from those of pure-blooded ones. However, werewolves are cursed to get stuck in one form only, either human or wolf. The ability of werewolves to transform was taken away because of that cursed curse. And without our ability to transform, we're nothing more than normal humans or normal wolves," he said. It was then that Elle detected a hint of rage and excitement in his calm voice. "Your blood made Yver transform into human form. That's the very proof that you are the destined one we've all been waiting for."
He took another step closer to Elle, his eyes never leaving hers and that slightly maddened glint flashed through his eyes again. Despite his reassuring words and gentle tone, she felt an even stronger sense of danger looming over her. She backed away, but the man matched her, step for step, closing in on her once again.
"We will make sure you live," he added, "but that's only if you cooperate with us while we perform the ritual to break the curse." He seemed so reassuring. However, there was definitely something that did not feel right just below the surface and it was disturbing her.
Elle was overwhelmed with a mix of emotions; her blood was boiling from rage and fear all at the same time. But despite the circumstance she was in right now, a hysteric smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. Why was she the target of everyone's attention? Why did she have to go through all of this? Why her? Was she some sort of trouble magnet? Was she destined to never get a break? 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝑟𝑒𝘢𝘥.𝘤𝑜𝘮
"How could you think I would ever trust the two of you to keep me alive?" she muttered, knowing that they could hear her loud and clear in this suffocating place. However she was past caring being polite and maintaining her royal etiquette. No one bothered considering her opinion on this, only wanting to secure their own interests in this. So why should she bother as well?
She could feel Snow's pleading gaze, but Elle did not bother looking at the wolf anymore. She had even turned her back on Sebastian to take the bet on trusting Snow when he led her off. He had completely betrayed her trust, and there was no way she would ever forgive him for that.
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HELLBOUND HEART
Chapter 304 Aftermath
Elle gritted her teeth and glared at the man in front of her, her body tense with anger and fear. At this moment, she truly regretted her decision and action of leaving Sebastian. Now, she did not even know if she was able to return and see Sebastian again.
"You can try all you want, but I won't be a part of your sick ritual. I refuse!" she spat, her voice shaking slightly. "I'd rather die than be your sacrificial lamb."
"Now, now... don't you start being difficult now, princess. Isn't everything going swimmingly so far?" The masked man's voice was cold. "This is for your own sake as well. If you think someone will come save you from here, you're terribly wrong. You can only come out of this place, if we allow you to. You do understand that, right?" His tone was condescending, as though talking to a child that needed explaining.
The sound of an ancient door creaking open echoed through the labyrinth, startling Elle. She turned her head towards the noise, her eyes widening in surprise. It was not the same door she and Snow had come through earlier. Instead, it was the wall behind the masked man that had opened a crack. It appeared that there were more hidden doors in those seemingly plain walls. Elle wondered how many more secrets this labyrinth held and her curiosity peaked.
But before she could go further down this path, three individuals, all clad in dark garments, entered the room through the newly opened doorway. They wore black cloaks that obscured their figures, and their faces were completely concealed by masks resembling ravens. Elle could not discern their genders or any other distinguishing features due to the heavy cloaks and masks that hide their identities wholly from curious eyes.
However, amidst the fear and confusion, Elle could not help but feel a strange familiarity with the newcomers that were all black. Her mind raced to identify where she might have encountered them before, but with the weight of her situation bearing down on her, she did not have the luxury of time to dwell on the thought for long.
The man stretched his hand towards her. "Now be good and take my hand, Princess Izabelle. Don't worry, I can assure you that this will be quick." She quickly noticed that he did not mention it being painless. And with that alone, she knew that it would probably hurt like hell.
Elle gnashed her teeth, her anger and fear reaching a boiling point. Just as the man lost his patience and lunged towards her, Elle acted on instinct and grabbed at her gun that she had kept concealed at her side. Without a second thought, she pulled the trigger, causing a thunderous sound to echo through the labyrinth. The force of the gunshot reverberated through her body as the man stumbled back, a look of shock painted across his face.
But the man's movements were too controlled, too purposeful. He had dodged the shot, and he knew it.
Her fears were confirmed when the man did not fall to the ground or collapse in pain. Instead, he straightened up and turned towards her, his eyes blazing with a cold fury that wracked her entire frame with chills. Elle knew she had to act fast if she wanted to survive.
She raised her gun and aimed for his heart, but before she could pull the trigger, the man was already lunging towards her. She stumbled backwards in reflex, her finger slipping on the trigger and sending the shot flying wide. She saw the man's fist coming swiftly at her and barely had the time to react. She ducked under his swing, feeling the sweep of the wind from the force of his attack and quickly fired another shot, this time hitting him square in the shoulder.
The man grunted in pain upon the impact, but he did not stop coming at her. Elle knew right then that she was in big trouble. She had only one bullet left in her gun chamber, and she needed to make this last shot count. She took a deep breath and steadied her aim, waiting for the right moment to fire. As she held her breath, her focus sharpened and her vision centered on the spot she was taking aim at. For that short time, it was like her whole world was narrowed down to just that area.
It finally came when the man lunged at her again, his hand reaching for her throat. She pulled the trigger, and the final shot rang out in the room. The man stumbled backwards, his eyes wide with shock that she was even able to hit him, and crumpled to the ground with a groan. Seeing that, Elle jumped at the opportunity presented before her. This was her chance!
Elle's heart was pounding like a bird fluttering against its cage as she pushed the door open and stepped through, but unfortunately, her moment of triumph was short-lived. As soon as she was across the threshold, she felt a strong hand fisting in her hair, pulling her backwards with a force that made her cry out in pain. She could feel some of the roots of her hair being ripped off her scalp.
Before she knew what was happening, she was slammed against the wall with a sickening thud. Everything went dark for a moment, and then she felt like she was floating - weightless and disoriented.
Voices swirled around her, but she could not make out what was being said. She tried to shake her head and clear the fog from her brain, but the hand in her hair held her firmly in place, occasionally giving her a shake for good measure.
As her mind was still reeling from the impact of the blow, she saw Sebastian's face appear before her. But she knew that this was most likely just a hallucination, a trick of her mind in the aftermath of the attack as she was yearning for him. She suddenly felt that she missed him and if this was really the end for her, she would want to see him for just that one last time.
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HELLBOUND HEART
Chapter 305 Voice
Part of her wanted him to be there, to hold her and comfort her in this moment of need. But at the same time, she knew that it was too dangerous for him to come. The enemy had a hold of her now, and if Sebastian came to her rescue, he would be putting himself in grave danger without the guarantee that she would even be able to survive this.
Elle did not want to see Sebastian suffer again. She had already been through so much, and she could not bear the thought of him going through the same pain and torment that she had endured.
The world continued to spin around her. She was not sure if it was the aftereffects of the blow she had taken or the enemy had already started the ritual.
Her heart suddenly began to ache with a pain that was more than physical. She thought of Sebastian, of how much she loved him and how much she had put him through. Ever since they first met, their relationship had progressed such that it was always somehow wrought with troubles - either misunderstandings between themselves, incitement by outsiders, or just pure circumstances that turned out badly. Elle felt sorry as she came to the conclusion that after meeting her and getting involved with her, Sebastian's life seemed to be filled with more agony than good times.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she whispered his name, her voice choked with emotion. She felt like she was suffocating, like the weight of the world was crashing down on her chest. She almost never felt sorry for herself, but now is one time that she truly felt it. That her fate was just so miserable that she even had the question if it was even worth it for her to be hanging on.
And then, all of a sudden, the pain was just too much. It was like a switch had been flipped, and everything went dark.
Elle howled in agony, unable to control the overwhelming waves of pain that consumed her. She could not see anything, could not hear anything, could not feel anything, except for the mind-numbing agony that coursed through her body. It was then that she felt every single inch of her nerves like never before as the pain radiated through her muscles and nervous system, right to the very tips of her fingers and toes.
At that moment, she felt like she was dying. She thought of Sebastian again, wondering if she would ever see him again, if she would ever get the chance to tell him how much she loved him. To ever tell him that she had been happiest and most satisfied when she was with him.
And then, she heard a voice. A sweet, gentle female voice that seemed to come from somewhere deep inside her.
"No," the voice whispered, "you're not going to die here. You're going to fight, and you're going to survive. You're going to make it back to Sebastian, and he's going to be so very proud of you."
Elle clung to those words, letting them wash over her and fill her with hope. She knew that she could not give up, not now, not ever. She had to keep fighting, keep pushing forward, until she made it back to safety and back into the arms of the man she loved.
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The violent storm of demonic energy and forbidden magic raged on in the underground cemetery, tearing at the fabric of reality itself. The air was thick with the odour of sulfur and cloying sweet scent death, and the ground shook with each passing moment.
The forbidden magic whirled around like a hurricane, threatening to destroy everything in its path.
The screams of Izabelle, chained to the rectangular table, added to the horror of the situation. Her body writhed and contorted, as if she was possessed by some malevolent force.
He knew then that something had gone terribly wrong, that the ritual had unleashed a force that was far beyond their control. That there was a hidden factor not known to them that might have thrown a wrench in their carefully laid out plans.
The masked man who had orchestrated this dark ritual watched on in horror as everything spiraled out of control, dashing their highest hopes into a million fragmented pieces. He watched helplessly for a few moments as all his efforts were reduced to rubbish. Before long, he turned to the trio who had been assisting him, his voice filled with anger and confusion.
"What the f**k went wrong?!!" he bellowed, his eyes blazing with fury. His earlier helplessness now gone and replaced with unquencheable ferocity that even had everyone step back from its force. "How did this even happen?!!!"
The trio cowered before him, trembling with fear. "W-we don't kn-know..." one of them stammered after a few seconds. "It... it might be be-because of the demonic po-power within her that-"
But before he could finish, the masked man's attention was drawn to something else entirely. He gasped in horror as he saw a figure appearing in the midst of the vortex of darkness, like the very god of darkness itself, towering over them with a dark and ancient power that seemed to shake the very foundations of reality. 𝚒nn𝚛ea𝚍.c𝚘m
The masked man could hardly believe what he was witnessing with his own two eyes. This was beyond anything he had ever imagined, beyond anything he had ever dared to dream of.
"T-this...this can't be happening," he whispered, his voice trembling with fear as he felt a cold, sickening dread curling malevolently in the pit of his stomach, waiting to consume him.
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