Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son-Chapter 365 [Wedding By Blood] [17] [Matter Manipulation]

365 [Wedding By Blood] [17] [Matter Manipulation]

Samyaza smiled.

"Ragnar!"

With one swift moment, he arrived just in front of Ragnar.

The tall redhead elf glanced at the man wearing the vintage suit.

Despite his ordinary look, Samyaza had an uncomfortable presence around him.

Unbothered by it, Ragnar tilted his head slightly. "What?"

Samyaza's smile brightened. "It's been a while since we saw each other."

"...."

Ragnar's golden eyes filled with spirals bore at him.

The last time he met Sam was when—.

"You killed your entire family." Samyaza said, circling around him. "Remember the old man who watched the massacre you did?"

The battle of Red Crown.

The time when Ragnar truly lost his reasoning.

When he gave up on being the good guy who helped everyone.

The biggest reason for him being that way was his father... whom he killed brutally.

Ragnar gave away even a part of himself just so he could gain 'it'.

"It feels like yesterday." Samyaza whispered, his voice barely audible. "When you and Baal's Avatar fought."

With a smile, he continued. "Can you remind the poor me, who actually won?"

Ragnar's expression turned cold at his words.

The killing intent he leaked was enough to paralyze anyone but not Samyaza.

"Don't be too mad about it." Samyaza said, patting his shoulder as if trying to uplift his mood. "You see, crowns tend to choose the one who thinks as more capable—."

"Don't give me that crap." Ragnar said, slapping his hand away. "I know you fallen have a special connection with the crowns."

Samyaza blinked.

Then—.

He smiled. "Busted~."

Just like Ragnar said, the crowns were made solely for one reason.

To serve the fallen angel, more specifically Azrael.

They tend to choose a fallen angel as their holder rather than any other race solely to find their rightful owner back.

And—.

To this day, there had only been two holders of the core crown.

The Crown of Eternal Void.

One who chose Azariah as its third holder.

"Still, you really snapped just because you couldn't have one crown, huh?" Samyaza said, tilting his head. "So much so that you killed your own son for power."

Ragnar didn't even flinch at his words. "So what?"

"I must say though." He said, leaning towards him. "Killing your son and absorbing Adon's divinity was a genius idea."

Liam.

The child that was born from two of the strongest lineages of elves.

A special child.

A child so special that he accepted being an Avatar when he was six months old.

Had it not been for the unfortunate incident, Liam would have been a once-in-a-century prodigy.

"Tell me, Ragnar. Did you kill him so you can become Adon's semi-Avatar?" Samyaza whispered with a creepy smile. "Or were you just jealous?"

Ragnar smiled back with the same intensity. "What do you think?"

"..."

Samyaza straightened his back as he found Ragnar amusing.

"What about the child you have with the Von Castia woman?"

Samyaza asked, looking at him.

"Would she love you when I told her about your past?"

Ragnar's golden eyes remained cold, unblinking.

"Did you think I was playing house?" His smile widened. "She can hate me, fear me, try to kill me—I don't care."

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"Go ahead." His voice was calm, almost bored. "Tell her."

"Oh?" He leaned forward slightly. "You don't care?"

Ragnar chuckled, a low, almost mocking sound.

"Care?" He repeated the word as if it were foreign to him.

"Did you think I was playing house?" His smile widened. "She can hate me, fear me, try to kill me—I don't care."

"You sure are ruthless." Samyaza chuckled. "No wonder Sabaoth chose to abandon you—."

Before he could complete his words, Ragnar moved.

Everything that happened next was in a split second.

A deep ominous marking appeared on his forehead.

Ragnar changed Samyaza's destiny for only a split second.

He made one of the strongest demigods a vulnerable being.

In that fleeting moment, Samyaza—one of the most untouchable beings—felt something he hadn't in centuries.

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Weakness.

A punch hit his jaw like a moving meteorite.

In that split second, his body rolled a hundred times on the ground.

Only when he reached a thousand meters away from his last position did his body come to a halt.

Samyaza straightened himself as he touched his nose.

He touched the liquid trickling down his nose.

...It was blood.

Samyaza's grin widened even more.

How long has it been?

He wasn't even sure when he saw his blood last time.

No, how could he forget?

It was Qaisel who made him bleed last time.

"You speak too freely for someone so fragile."

A voice echoed, making him look up.

His voice was almost playful. "Messing with destiny just to land a cheap shot? How very... you."

Ragnar kept walking, stepping through the cracked earth without care.

"It worked, didn't it?" His voice was as cold as ever. "Or are you upset I didn't let you run your mouth this time?"

"Hah."

Samyaza's smile turned crazy.

How long had it been since he had felt this way?

The desire to completely crush someone, to step on someone's spirit and will.

With one thought, the other 'Samyaza' who were fighting the rest of the demigods returned.

The orb also returned to his hand that he threw in the air, freezing it in place.

Samyaza stretched his body before he said. "My name is Samyaza, one of the Three Paradox Apostates."

The ground beneath them cracked further, splitting apart as Ragnar finally stopped a few feet away.

"And I am going to crush your arrogance and you."

A pulse of sheer, raw energy erupted outward as Samyaza.

The air ripped, forming jagged distortions around him.

Ragnar tilted his head.

Then—.

Smiled.

"Come at me."

They both closed the distance in less than a blink, going all out.

And—.

The space between them collapsed.

****

"Huh?"

Vamin yelped in surprise as he found himself in a completely different place.

Gone was his kingdom, replaced by the scenery of an eerie forest.

His last memory replayed.

Standing just a few meters apart.

Vamin frowned. "Who are you?"

He did remember seeing her in Gwenyra's palace but wasn't sure who she was.

The extremely beautiful platinum-haired woman observed him quietly.

Her lifeless grey eyes felt like they were staring into his soul.

"I asked, who are—."

"Vamin Ingrid Ayaan." Esmeray began as she slowly walked towards him. "The last living relative of Qaisel."

His expression turned even more confused.

Despite it being common knowledge between the demigods, he wasn't sure why an Eternal would know such a thing...

Vamin felt goosebumps all over his body just as he sensed her ranking.

"Y-you are a demigod!?"

"Despite having all the resources, you took almost two hundred years to reach demigod."

Esmeray continued while completely ignoring his question.

"After that, you clung to the throne and never let it go, even though you weren't fit for it."

Vamin's expression turned cold at her words.

He was overworking his brain to understand how she knew all that.

"Your incompetence resulted in the death of the Ayaan family."

She tilted her head slightly.

"Am I wrong, worthless fool?"

Rage filled his entire mind.

"Shut up!"

Vamin yelled as he unleashed his kingdom once again.

It swallowed them both, changing reality to a place filled with a hundred thousand swords.

Esmeray looked around with her lifeless grey eyes.

No emotions flickered in them as hundreds of swords rose over her head.

"Come forth."

The very matter of those swords turned into a cluster of white hue before shifting.

Right before Vamin's eyes, the swords that belonged to his kingdom turned into little fairies.

"I-Impossible!"

He yelled, unable to comprehend as the fairies roamed around Esmeray.

"No one can take from my kingdom without my permissio—."

"I just did."

She replied flatly, making him glare at her.

"I will kill you!"

He screamed at the top of his lungs as he made thousands of swords rush at her.

But—.

Much to his dismay, they all did nothing.

Some swords changed into fairies, while some turned into harmless flowers that floated elegantly around her.

That was Anant—No. Esmeray's ability.

Matter manipulation.

She could change anything into her desired form as long as she had enough knowledge about it.

Just like how she had about fairies, whom she had studied deeply.

"Why is this happening!?"

Vamin yelled in frustration.

He quickly grabbed one of the swords and rushed towards her himself.

Three fairies grabbed each other's hands at Esmeray's will.

With one single thought, they twisted, turning into a prototype of Elohim's Sword.

Esmeray didn't think he was worthy enough for the real one.

Vamin was upon her in the next instant.

He swung his sword at a threatening speed, but Esmeray parried him without a problem.

"Even about Inarika, the reincarnation of Inanna, who gave up on him for her sister."

Before Vamin could adjust his stance, Esmeray moved in an instant.

Her hand grabbed tightly around his arm.

And—.

"ARGHH!!!!"

She disintegrated his arm into nothingness.

"I know everything I could from written sources."

She touched his other hand, making it disintegrate as well.

Vamin took deep, ragged breaths as he fell to his knees.

"But that isn't enough."

She looked down at him with her lifeless grey eyes.

"What... do you want?"

Vamin asked, his chest heaving uncomfortably.

"Tell me everything about Qaisel and the Utopia Castle."

Esmeray asked, her voice calm.

Vamin let out a painful chuckle. "I will never. Even if you kill me."

Esmeray blinked.

"As you wish."

Her hand shot forward, breaking his ribcage until it grabbed onto his heart.

In front of his terror-filled eyes, she slowly took out his heart.

It beat in her hand slowly and rhythmically.

Until—.

Crush!!!

She crushed it, leaving behind only a puddle of blood and flesh.

Vamin slowly started dying without his heart.

Esmeray watched him die with no reaction.

And—.

Just when he was at the brink of death.

Esmeray raised her hand.

In the next instant, the matter around the crushed heart shifted.

Slowly, it returned to its original shape like it was never crushed.

Esmeray slowly placed his heart back in his ribcage, carefully reconnecting the blood veins and bones.

Vamin slowly started to regain his blood, returning back from the brink of death.

"Shall we start once again?"

She asked as she placed her hand over his chest.

"You have one second..."

She said, looking dead into his eyes.

"Tell me how Qaisel tricked absolute death and reincarnated once again?"

"....."

A second passed.

Esmeray crushed his heart once again.