True Alpha's Chosen Mate-Chapter 262: Each other’s obstacle

Azazel pushed his jaw with his palm to fix it. Eyes at Deimos, the emperor, who was in a half-wolf and half-human form. The emperor bore a head of a wolf, a body of a human whose skin was almost covered with furs, large hands of a monster with thick and sharp claws.

"My... you looked furious, Your Majesty," he jested as he studied the emperor’s burning eyes. "Did one of your children die?"

A bone-chilling growl slipped past Deimos’ mouth. "Azazel..." he called with his voice rasped and echoing as if an evil spirit possessed him.

"You will find your reckoning for all your evil ways," he affirmed, breathing in and out heavily, making his buffed, hairy chest move.

He was a father who cherished his children more than his own. So, there was no surprise that he was aware of his children’s life forces. He was very familiar with his children’s heartbeat.

So when Tomas’s heart stopped beating, his heart was torn in half. And yet, he couldn’t even grieve with the situation.

Deimos had to keep his ground and focus on his enemy otherwise, Azazel would unhesitatingly kill him and everyone. He couldn’t let that happen. No matter what, even if it would kill him, he had to take this child of evil with him.

"Hahaha...!" Azazel’s eyes flickered with ridicule, gazing at the man, who was keeping a strong front to hide his shattered heart. "What a sight to behold... the strongest werewolf in such a state. Was the weight of the crown is slowly crushing your bones? You can’t even grieve for your loss."

"My grief is none of your concern, boy."

"That’s right." He rocked his head, eyes glossing over Deimos from head to toe. "It shouldn’t be my concern, but I am not as heartless as you deem me to be, Your Majesty." 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Azazel paused as his eyes dropped until they were half-closed, curling the corner of his lips up to a sinister smirk. "Don’t fret, Your Majesty. I won’t let you drown in pain longer. You will join them soon."

Deimos breathed out through his gaping mouth, fog forming in front of him. His eyes glinted, sensing the powers that were exuding from Azazel were growing stronger and darker. They had been exchanging blows, barely having a break.

Although the emperor wasn’t exhausted yet, Azazel’s strength and power just kept increasing. If Deimos wasn’t experienced enough and didn’t conserve his energy, this battle had reached its conclusion.

’My wife... my children...’ He drew a breath as the beautiful face of his wife and each of his children flashed before his eyes. His wife’s sweet voice each time he called his name, "Mo," and the different tone of his children every time they called him Father, rang in his head.

’It was... a good life. My only regret is that... witnessing my wife and my children’s death.’

The wonderful memories he spent in this world were kept in a treasure box deep in his heart. The box he prepared to carry to the afterlife, as that was the genuine treasure he could bring with him. Not wealth nor land, or anything material.

It was memories... wonderful memories. His wife was right. Once their other foot was in the grave, material things weren’t as valuable as they thought they were.

"Sadly, I won’t meet with them," came out a shaking snarl, bending his knees, making his every muscle flex. "My wife and children’s destination were the pearly gates, but I will drag you with me to the depths of hell where the eternal fire devours us."

With that being said, Deimos sprung in Azazel’s direction, faster than his initial speed.

CLASH!

The sound of his sharp claws against a sword made of blood resonated in the air, along with his chilling growls. The deafening sound continuously rang as both figures seemed to blink and leap into space, causing sparks each time they clash.

Just like the first, they exchanged their first hundred blows, Azazel fairly deflected his attacks and managed to launch his. However, they were both fierce, strong, and fast, displaying equal strength.

"I cannot expect anything less from the strongest werewolf." Azazel grinned excitedly, blocking Deimos’ claws, making his red sword rattle. "Ahh... it would be a waste if you die so easily."

PANG!

Both of them hopped back, causing a strong gust of wind, but that didn’t hinder both of them from springing forth to clash once again.

"It would be a shame if the child of evil turn out to be a disappointment," Deimos’s solid deep voice prickled his ears, using his free hand to claw Azazel’s head off. But alas, he barely grazed Azazel’s cheek while the other took a red dagger out of thin air, which he stabbed in Deimos’ shoulder.

Once again, both created distance from each other. Deimos ignored the red dagger in his shoulder, eyes burning at Azazel, watching that the deep scratch on the latter’s cheek was taking time to regenerate.

The blood that was oozing from their body didn’t even make them look exhausted. Instead, both of them were even more on fire on taking down each other.

For Azazel, taking down Deimos was the clearest sign that no one could stop him.

Same with Deimos. If he managed to kill Azazel and emerges from here alive or die with him, that would give the werewolves a huge advantage.

They were each other’s biggest obstacle.

"Therefore, you must cease to exist," they uttered in unison before a piercing clash once again filled the air and a strong gust of wind ambled up the dirt, creating thick fog.

CLANG!

Blood splattered at every clash. Growls and yells, heart-pounding, and heavy breaths faded into nothing at the increasing tension at every attack. Deimos, who usually fought with a level head, went back to his usual ways during his prime; fighting Azazel recklessly without care if he would severe a finger or get stabbed.

His reckless and destructive pattern put Azazel at a disadvantage, as he inflicted heavy injuries at the same time. But what Deimos didn’t notice was the hidden grin on Azazel’s facade and the red mist mixing in the thick fog as he still had a card up his sleeve.