Chapter 290: Lower Your Weapon
The sudden turn of events didn’t apply to Marius who had sensed the ruckus and was coming down the stairs to see what was disrupting his moment of quiescence. He was trying to calculate how much power he had gained over the past years, and how many more he needed to gain in order to return to the underworld when the noises from downstairs kept interrupting his time to think.
He had specifically come down the stairs so he could kill the buffoon that was creating an uproar in his fortress.
Being the Demon of manipulation, he had succeeded in manipulating the minds of many individuals, leading them to their own perish– as it should be. However, in this realm, he needed three more in order to restore his name in the underworld, and that included; Alistair, Carmela, and then finally, his Sierra. When he lost the battle many centuries ago, his fellow Demons mocked him bitterly for it, and the devil refused to resurrect his soul as he was considered a failure, his punishment for losing to the hands of a vampire when he had an object as powerful as the Orb to aid him in his quest.
As if that wasn’t enough pain, he lost the Orb that contained the trapped soul of his Sierra.
His soul was made to wander around like a confused traveler in a vast desert, tortured, unable to experience peace, and all for what? Because he failed to rule over a particular realm. As his heart turned bitter, he made a promise that if he somehow gets resurrected and brought into the world again, he wasn’t going to make the same mistake twice– he was going to get stronger, and ruin as many lives as he possibly can to accomplish that mission. However, his own life continued in endless torture until the day his soul was summoned by Carmela, the youngest royal witch of the South.
She proposed a deal to him, and in exchange for his help on world domination, she would resurrect him and make him her King. Marius found it stupid, he didn’t believe anyone would be that desperate as to make a Demon their King, but as the deal moved on, he could sense that she was a lonely woman who boiled with vengeance, and she turned out to be the best candidate for his manipulation, as she had no idea on who, where or what to vent her vengeance on.
His union with Carmela was formed, and it wasn’t long after he married her that he got to dig about the whereabouts of his Orb. His possession of the Orb was due to the divine soul inside of it, his Sierra’s soul– but he never imagined things would come to this. His relationship with Sierra wasn’t revealed to anyone, as he had kept her isolated and under his wings, and whenever her wings were beginning to grow with attitude, he’d cut them off. He kept her under his clutches until a specific day she tested his patience, which she shouldn’t have done, and that rendered her soul stuck in his ordinary Mystical Orb.
He was thinking of ways to turn her into the defenseless Forest Fae which she was, but with her spirit now combined with the powers of his Mystic Orb, and her growing love for that lunatic vampire, such an act seemed impossible to achieve... not within a short amount of time that is.
When he successfully reached the bottom staircase, he noticed the appalling looks on the faces of the guests below, and when one of the guards, who appeared petrified, moved closer to whisper what had happened to him, Marius’s lips curled into a cynical smile.