Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

Chapter 193: Who’s sighing?

"Damn it! That bastard Timothy!"

Holy Emperor Featherwind stood amidst the ruins, his rage boiling over as he surveyed the destruction. The air around him crackled with murderous intent.

The entire floating fortress had been obliterated. The Dragon Blood Formation had self-destructed, and only a few survivors remained, all gravely injured.

Kneeling on the ground, they begged desperately, "Holy Emperor Featherwind, it wasn't our fault! He wasn't supposed to be anywhere near Skyfeather Sanctuary. No one could've known Timothy would have the Seraphic Six-Wing Mantle!"

"Useless!"

Holy Emperor Featherwind's eyes burned with fury, and with a single stomp, blood-red cracks spread across the ground.

The survivors, barely clinging to life, watched in horror as the crimson lines crept toward them. Fear gripped their hearts as they pleaded, "Holy Emperor Featherwind, please don't kill us! Even though the fortress is destroyed, we can still serve you. We can still be of use…"

Splat.

But they never got the chance. The blood-red lines etched themselves into their skin, draining them dry until their bodies crumbled into dust.

Their remains scattered across the ground like shattered fragments.

"Timothy! You've ruined my plans again and again. I swear, I'll tear you apart with my own hands!"

Holy Emperor Featherwind's voice echoed with unbridled fury.

Grinding his teeth, he turned to the shadowy figure emerging behind him, his eyes wild with madness. "Holy Emperor Mountainshade, we've been preparing for this long enough. It's time to act, isn't it?"

"It's time," Mountainshade replied coldly. "We've laid the groundwork. The Dragon Blood Formation is nearly complete. But waking 'it' will take a bit more time. If it weren't for that brat's interference, we would've already destroyed two of the Blossoms of the Seven Emotions. Blooming Sanctuary would've fallen into chaos by now, and we wouldn't even need to lift a finger."

"So what?" Featherwind spat. "Even if we didn't take down Blooming Sanctuary first, with our combined power—and that other one's help—wiping out both Sky Sanctuary and Blooming Sanctuary will be child's play. I've waited long enough. It's time to settle this score."

His voice grew more deranged with each word. "Timothy, Sylvia, neither of you will escape this time. I'll wipe out Sky Sanctuary and make them pay for everything they've done!"

The blood-red lines spread across his wings, pulsing with a sinister energy. Featherwind had descended into madness, his rage shaking the very earth beneath him.

Beside him, Holy Emperor Mountainshade remained silent, his cold demeanor unchanged. But the air around him shimmered with a barely-contained killing intent.

The humiliation of their defeat at the hands of Goddess Sylvia, when the three Holy Emperors had fought her, was a wound that had festered for too long. It was time to settle the score.

Sky Sanctuary wouldn't remain arrogant for much longer.

Soon, Goddess Sylvia's time would be up.

A chilling wind swept through the forest, carrying with it the stench of blood. The eerie red mist clung to the trees, withering leaves and flowers in an instant. Animals fled in terror, but most were swallowed by the mist, their flesh stripped from their bones in a gruesome death.

The blood-red mist lingered, a haunting presence in the forest.

...

"From now on, Valentine's Day is officially allowed!"

The announcement sent a wave of excitement through Sky Sanctuary. The disciples couldn't contain their joy.

Goddess Sylvia had never explicitly forbidden love, but allowing Valentine's Day to be celebrated was a huge step forward. It was a break from tradition, something no one had expected.

No one knew why she had made this decision, but it was clear that the ever-distant and proud goddess was slowly changing.

"Thank you, Goddess!"

"Praise the Goddess!"

There wasn't a single voice of dissent. Both disciples and elders alike felt their respect for her deepen. Every step she took seemed to reflect a deeper understanding of herself, a refinement of her spirit.

This was a goddess worthy of their admiration.

With two hours left until the end of Valentine's Day, Sky Sanctuary was more alive than it had been in years.

The entire sanctuary was lit up, the night sky glowing with the light of countless lanterns. The air buzzed with excitement and celebration.

But in the quiet of her chambers, Sylvia stood by the window, gazing at the moon. She seemed lost in thought, a hint of regret flickering in her eyes.

Maybe she shouldn't have thrown that gift at Timothy. It was too embarrassing, and now she'd wasted four whole hours of Valentine's Day…

Sigh.

The moonlight bathed the cold, empty room, and a soft, almost heavenly sigh escaped her lips.

It was a sigh filled with regret and a touch of longing.

"What a beautiful night. Why would anyone be sighing alone in a place like this?"

A voice suddenly broke the silence.

Moments later, a foot stepped into the chamber. Continue reading on m|v-l'e -NovelBin.net

Sylvia looked up, and for a brief moment, a flicker of joy crossed her delicate face. But she quickly masked it, putting on a cool, distant expression. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, I couldn't just leave my wife sitting here all alone, sighing in her room, could I?" Timothy grinned.

"Who's sighing?"

"If it wasn't you, then who let out that big 'sigh~' just now?"

"I… I didn't!" Sylvia's eyes darted away, avoiding his gaze.

Timothy, already making himself at home, walked further into the room and flopped down onto the soft bed. "Wife, it's Valentine's Day. How about I sleep here tonight?"

He had meant it as a playful tease, just testing the waters.

But to his surprise, Sylvia lay down beside him, right there on the bed. "If you want to, you can stay the night. After all…"

Her cheeks flushed a deep red as she thought about the Valentine's Day gift she had given him earlier. She fell silent, her eyes flickering with a mix of embarrassment and shyness.

Even Timothy was a little taken aback.

But who in their right mind would turn down the chance to spend the night next to a goddess?

The moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on Sylvia's ethereal beauty.

Timothy scooted a little closer. "Wife, it's kind of cold in here. Mind if I use you as a pillow?"

"You! You're pushing your luck!"

Her heart clearly skipped a beat at his bold request, but her hand, which lightly pressed against his chest, didn't apply any real force.

Instead, her soft body leaned gently into his embrace, far more comfortable than any pillow could ever be.

And she wasn't just soft—her breath was warm and quick, carrying a faint, cool fragrance that filled the air.

A pillow like this? You wouldn't find one anywhere in the world.

Her hair cascaded down, her body soft and warm.

Holding her close, Timothy couldn't help but think: this was shaping up to be the most perfect Valentine's Day ever.