Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 343

Chapter 343: "You can see me?"

Even before turning to whatever presence stood behind him, Rohan had a feeling it wasn’t something from this world, as an unusual chill went down his spine. He didn’t move for a few seconds, before he slowly straightened and turned around to face it, and his brows shot up at what stood at the doorway of the room.

A spirit. A very dark one, nothing but swirling black, thick mist with glowing red eyes flickering within the smoke.

"Where did you come from?" Rohan asked with genuine curiousity, for he knew this was no place for a spirit. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

"You can see me?" came the voice from within the mist. The sound was breezy and distant, echoing faintly even though the spirit stood near.

Rohan’s brows knitted together as he asked, "Am I not meant to see you?"

"No!" yelled the dark spirit. "No one sees me!"

Rohan also knew the living shouldn’t have the ability to see something from the other world, but the fact that he could see the spirit didn’t surprise him. He could also see Kuhn, who didn’t belong here either.

"I can see you," he said flatly. "If that makes you feel any better. What are you doing here?" He crooked his head sideways to study the smoke, not the least bit frightened by the thing, though the spirit had no intention of speaking with him and had come for another purpose.

"Keep whatever you took from there back in its place," came the breezy voice of the spirit. The words carried a clear warning as it swirled around the doorway, making a low, buzzing sound like humming bees.

Rohan knew about dark spirits. He had been a man who had studied many things about death and whatever lay beyond it through Kuhn, and he knew this was a remnant of a soul, left behind in the form of black smoke in this house. Probably Isabelle’s part that had not left even after she died. That meant she had unfinished matters in this world, leaving this part of herself behind in the same room she had died.

Or, according to the Dawsons’ beliefs, perhaps she simply didn’t want anyone here anymore and was hell-bent on driving people away, just like the madwoman they claimed she had been, even after her death.

It wasn’t her real soul, but only a part of it. From what he had learned, souls could be divided into different fragments according to one’s emotions, but such division could only be done with a reaper’s power. This part here was evil, the kind no one would want to mess with. It was said such spirits were left behind to haunt a house and drive away those who resided in it after a bitter death. Worse, they had the power to possess a body.

This was the kind of spirit that called for an exorcist to be summoned and drive it away.

"I WILL KILL YOU! KEEP THE THINGS!"

This time, the spirit’s scream shook the fragile house itself, rattling the walls and even the ground beneath. That was when Rohan decided to unleash his own powers to force a way out.

Balls of flame grew large in his palms, blazing brighter and hotter as he hurled them at the smoke, trying to burn a path to escape. But the flames passed through the entity harmlessly, only making it smoke swell larger and rage even fiercer.

"I just fucking trapped myself," Rohan muttered with a dry chuckle, realizing his flames were only fueling its anger.

Shards of wood, broken glass from windows, and splintered door fragments rushed toward him from every direction, moving so quickly even his speed could barely keep him ahead. He fought them off, edging closer and closer to a shattered window behind the spirit. He had already taken what he wanted from the chest, leaving the house was his only choice now as fighting the smoke was like fighting an invincible person.

But the moment he managed to finally leap onto the window frame, wings spread wide to take flight while still knocking off weapons coming in his direction, a shard of glass he missed to avoid from the many coming at him, sliced straight through his throat, cutting clean into his windpipe.