Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son

Chapter 386  [Wedding By Blood] [End]

A heavy rainfall drowned the island at the edge of Pargoina Empire.

Surrounded by nothing but tidal waves, the island was an abyssal place.

A place that had so much mana it created a foggy atmosphere.

"Damn, this place is a mess."

Samyaza's voice echoed within the place as he looked around.

His gaze slowly landed on the huge crater at the very center of the place.

A tomb of the man who liberated slavery from Lumina was supposed to be there.

The man who was buried by the primordial gods themselves.

But... now the eerie gate of hell had replaced it.

Black mist spilled from the gate like blood from a wound, staining the ground and the air itself.

Crackling sounds echoed softly as reality warped around its presence.

Samyaza narrowed his eyes as he looked at the crater.

Even though he knew what was about to happen, his heart wouldn't calm down.

Anxiety flooded his body like bile as he drew in a deep breath.

The air trembled around him.

The gate of hell flared up, showing signs of explosions.

But it didn't break yet; tears appeared on the surface of the gate.

A hand shot up from it, making the tear even bigger.

The hand was unlike anything.

Neither human nor beast, it was skeletal, but layered with molten veins of crimson and obsidian.

It gripped the edge of the gate with a sickening screech, burning away the ground it touched.

Another hand followed, then shoulders, and slowly...

A figure began to pull itself through.

The rain seemed to avoid the figure entirely, evaporating into steam before it could touch it.

Finally, the figure stepped out fully.

It was tall—impossibly tall and handsome—as his body began to regenerate.

As flesh and skin grew on its body, a recognizable face began to form.

Samyaza remembered seeing him.

The being who was supposed to be dead.

.....Moshel.

But Samyaza knew better who he was.

"It's been a while." His usual smile returned as he said, "Big brother."

The man smiled, his eyes closed as he felt the feeling of the surface.

He had been living in hell for such a long time to the point of being sick of it.

The man no, the monster opened his pure white eyes slowly.

Despite the storm, despite the mist, his gaze alone seemed to burn through the world.

"How long has it been?" His deep voice echoed as he looked at Samyaza.

"Close to three thousand years," Samyaza replied, placing his hand behind him. "That was the second time you were sealed in hell."

"He" nodded his head thoughtfully. "The cycle still goes on, huh?"

"How did you get out?" Samyaza asked, walking closer.

"Oh, some devotees of Molech were trying to summon a dead god."

"He" replied as a robe covered his naked body.

Samyaza tilted his head. "You tricked them?"

"I offered them a deal."