The Devil's Betrothed-Chapter 821: Fight With Zaria

"Your death, probably," Morpheus said, his tone angry.

"Oh, the previous commander of Agartha. You and your temper haven’t changed even a little," Zaria chuckled, "But I would like to see it changed when I let you see your sister and your nephew. That young eagle has a truly powerful divine blood, even stronger than his mother."

Morpheus was about to say more, but Evanthe held his hand to stop him and stepped ahead to talk. "Zaria, we are here to talk so we can solve the situation."

Zaria chuckled. "My dear Evanthe. Why do you want to be a god for everyone? Always ready to make a deal. But...are you even in a position now? I am the ruler here and no one makes a deal with me," Zaria declared. "I only pass orders and decide the destinies of others. And trust me, I have planned the best ones for you arrogant ones."

Evanthe kept her calm. "I can see who’s truly arrogant here, Zaria. I advise you to not let this power get into your head and be rational. That way all of us can live in peace. There’s no need to fight over it."

"So you want to solve it through talk?" Zaria mocked, "Alright, then. As I am already a queen of this kingdom, I want all of you to submit to me. Be my loyal subjects, obey me, and dedicate your lives solely for me."

"You are being pathetically wishful," Morpheus said, "I would rather die than accept you as a queen."

Zaria looked at Evanthe, and mocked, "See the talk is already over."

"You can have this kingdom," Draven said, his tone serious, "But you can’t force anyone to accept you as your queen. Those who don’t want to, they will leave with us."

She laughed, "How naïve of you to think I want this throne alone. The sole purpose of sitting on this throne is to rule you all arrogant supernaturals who were cruel to us black witches. I want to make you all suffer the way we suffered. There is no freedom for you all unless I feel it’s enough," and her gaze turned dark, "And it would be never enough." Her laugh echoed in the throne hall. "All of you are going to submit to me."

"Don’t you think before that we will kill you?" Arlan said.

Zaria looked at him, "Oh! Prince of Griven, I almost forgot you are here as well," he smirked, "I must say your blood contributed to this victory of mine."

Arlan had once offered her his blood, and he could do nothing about it now. Back then, that was the only way he had. This black witch was one of the ways to solve his difficulties.

"Yes, but don’t think having my blood can make you invincible here," Arlan said, "Draven alone is enough to get rid of you, only if you know who he truly is."

"Some god maybe?" she said, "But I assure you, he can do nothing to me either." She turned to Draven, "You can try it."

If she was so confident, that meant she sure had something powerful in her hands. They couldn’t be in haste to tackle her. The lives of their people were on the line.

"I can see you all are in the mood of having a spar with me," she said and used her powers.

All of a sudden, that majestic throne hall was converted into an ancient-looking war site with ominous darkness everywhere, valleys and mountains surrounded in the distance. They were no longer standing on plain ground but on tall cliffs, with an endless valley between them and Zaria.

It was an illusion created by her. So powerful, yet not on the side of righteousness.

"She is not for peace," Evanthe commented. "The only way is to defeat her now."

"Defeat?" Morpheus said hatefully. "I wish to end it with her death. That’s the only way."

From the other side, Zaria smirked at them. "We’ll see who gets their death first."

"All of you stay back," Draven said. "I’ll handle her."

As he said that, the sword appeared in Draven’s hand. The sword of the God of War.

"You seem to have upgraded your power, Draven," Zaria mocked, but she didn’t show any sign of preparing to fight them.

"It would be better if we attack at once so there won’t be any way for her to dodge it," Morpheus said as he prepared himself as well. His majestic wings shone gold. "Draven, we can’t take a chance. Aureus and Myra are with her."

Draven didn’t stop him. Evanthe and Arlan prepared at the same time.

"What are you waiting for?" Zaria mocked. "I am still waiting to see what you have got," and she started to move her hands, which emitted absolute darkness from Hell.

Seeing it, all four of them prepared to attack her.

"All at once," Evanthe said, and they launched their powers at her.

The entire place was filled with the collision of powers and powerful explosions.

There was a huge explosion as powers collided with each other. It continued for long until it all stopped, with Zaria being pushed back by everyone, almost about to be defeated.

Draven’s invincible powers were enough to bring her to defeat. Just that, with the help of others, it was finished quickly.

Everyone was back in their place, while Draven was in the air with his sword in his hand.

"Do you still want to fight?" Draven asked her. "I am ready to spare your life if you stop your actions. I am ready to accept you as a part of this kingdom, and your clan will be restored to its past glory. You will lead the black witches. Let the past be buried..." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

"So kind of you, Draven," she mocked him and stood up from where she was kneeling on the ground after almost exhausting her powers. Her footing on the ground turned steady as she offered him an evil smirk. "You can go ahead and kill me, but before that, I will make sure your people are dead."

"Zaria, why can’t you just give up and be a part of this kingdom again?" Evanthe’s voice was almost pleading. She didn’t want her past companion to be ruined. "It’s not late yet."

"It is," Zaria said. "It is late for me and all of us." Her gaze turned dark. "I am going to kill your people before I die. And trust me, you can’t stop me."

She was clearly not going to give up.

"It’s the last chance we have given to you," Morpheus said. "I can’t stand the sight of her now."

"Zaria, it’s a pity you didn’t want to give up," Evanthe said.

In response, she smirked, her intentions clear.

"Let’s end it," Arlan sounded impatient.

Others agreed, and they prepared to attack her at once for the last time. To end it. To end her.

They hurled their powerful attacks at her, and once more there was one final loud explosion of powers, leaving the dangerous aftermath behind. The place was covered with thick smoke and dust.

But the other four were left shocked as the retaliating power had blocked their attack. That power was far more powerful.

"Since when has this witch turned so powerful?" Morpheus commented, utterly shocked.

"It’s not Zaria," Arlan said with certainty.

The air around cleared up, and all of them saw Oriana standing before them with her sword. She had blocked their attack and had protected Zaria.

They could only watch her standing against them and siding with her master.