Chapter 81: I am Devon
At Helion Kingdom
"Hah! I knew there was something special about the royal bloodline of Ebodia!" Devon cackled maniacally. "No wonder the dragon king’s soul chose the prince of Ebodia as its host. He’s just perfect!"
The news about Queen Mineah’s angelic lineage from the Kingdom of Valcrez finally shed light confirming Tarah’s revelation to him a while ago regarding Ezekiel’s angelic lineage.
Devon smirked at the thought of how he would easily harness the power of the dragon, given his own heritage as a descendant of fallen angels. With both of his parents being fallen angels turned demons, Devon was a pureblooded demon, imbued with formidable strength. This realization emphasized his superiority over Ezekiel, who was only a half-breed, in terms of raw power.
But just as quickly, his expression suddenly darkened, and he raised his hand as if he was strangling someone. Right then, the sorceress not far from him suddenly floated as she struggled to breathe.
"You incompetent bitch! You took months crafting that spell to cause chaos in Valcrez, but look at what you’ve done! It was futile!" he roared in rage. "Not only did you fail in your task, but you’ve also alerted them of the danger coming their way. They’ve gone into complete lockdown! So tell me then, how do we continue from here?!"
"Master, allow me to handle Valcrez," Zoran quickly interjected. "I, for one, know every inch of that kingdom having grown up there. I have spies planted everywhere, and-"
"Zoran! Focus on capturing the damn Prince and that dragon for me! I want the dragon by any means necessary!" Devon roared, his eyes emanating an ominous glow. "I want him captured no matter what!"
Zoran bit his tongue. Tarah had advised him to wait, promising to deliver Ezekiel to him personally. However, he couldn’t afford to wait any longer. He was determined to capture Ezekiel by any means necessary and have him imprisoned even if the merging of the dragon’s spirit with him was still not complete.