Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 367

Chapter 367: Sacrifice

Back where Belle was with her son, he couldn’t hear her desperate cries in her mind, begging him to return to the living world. Instead, he continued to poke and probe at the bind with his little fingers, occasionally lifting his gaze to look into her eyes as if trying to assure her of something.

Though Belle didn’t fully understand how she could feel it, but she could sense the other souls drawing closer to them and could scent Angel as a living person. If she didn’t do something quickly, her son would be lost as well.

Belle was about to shake her head to gain his attention when she suddenly felt the bind around her torso loosen. Her eyes darted downward, and to her shock, she saw a faint glow flickering in Angel’s fingers where they touched the cursed thing.

He was loosening it with fire! He had fire ability as well!

In no time, the entire bind began to slacken from around her body. At last, the part covering her face fell away, melting into the ground like sand. Angel giggled proudly at his success.

Belle hurriedly sat up and scooped him into her arms. "Oh God, why are you here, Angel?" she whispered breathlessly, pressing desperate kisses over his face and neck. Angel wrapped his small arms around her neck, smiling with the innocent trust of a child.

"Mama," he said with a soft sigh as he rested his head against her shoulder, as though suddenly tired and in need of her hold.

Belle knew she couldn’t waste even a second now that she was free from the bind. She gathered him more securely into her arms and forced herself to her feet.

"We have to find a way out of here, darling. They are coming for you, and I cannot let them have your body," she whispered fiercely into his neck as she began to run in the opposite direction from where she sensed the souls rushing.

The pain beneath her bare feet grew sharper with every step, but it only reminded her that she was still connected to her body. As long as she could still feel pain, there was still life within her, she just needed to find a way back. But first, she had to send Angel safely home before she could think of herself.

"How did you even get here?" she asked, breathless, as she ran with all her strength, ignoring the sharp sting of pain tearing through her leg. Her son’s life mattered far more than anything else now, even more than her own.

Angel babbled out how he had gotten there in her ear, but Belle couldn’t understand his baby language. He spoke happily as she ran, but no matter how fast she moved, she soon saw shadows racing in from another direction ahead of her. Souls. Dozens of them. The sight made terror and dread knot so tightly in her chest that she almost stumbled.

Oh dear God... how was she going to save his soul when this many desperate souls wanted a living body?

Belle veered sharply, changing her path, and ran in another direction, clutching Angel tightly to her. For one fleeting, horrible second, she thought about hurting him to wake him up, but the thought of causing him pain made her stomach twist violently. If pain was going to wake him, it wouldn’t be a little pain, she would have to hurt him enough that his body would feel it and wake.

’I don’t want to hurt him,’ Rohan had once said, ’but we have to hurt him a little to save his life.’

Those were Rohan’s words from the day he had tried to put the potion in Angel’s eyes to change them from black to red. The potion had burned, making him cry bitterly, but Rohan had done it for the boy’s survival and had told her it was a way to protect him. Now she realized she would also have to hurt him to protect him, even though she never wanted to cause her son any pain.

Before Belle could think of a way to hurt him to wake him up, a tall figure suddenly materialized before her. She stopped abruptly, her heart plummeting in dread as she stared at the Grim Watcher. His dark cloak trailed the ground, his hood shadowing his face except for the eerie red glow of his eyes.

Her stomach knotted into raw fear. She took a step back, clutching Angel protectively against her chest.

’It’s you,’ came the Watcher’s words, spoken in the language of the dead, but Belle understood them clearly. ’How are you here in this form again?’ 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Belle frowned, not understanding what the creature meant by those words. Was it trying to say she had gone from having the scent of a living person to that of the dead? She wondered, unaware that what the creature truly meant was something entirely different. At this moment, without her body, she was no longer the living girl he had been searching for, because he couldn’t recognize her as such.

To the reapers, all living people were the same, faceless and indistinguishable, until death claimed them and they became souls. Only then did they gain distinct faces and identities. Now, in this place, Belle had a face, a presence the creature could see and remembered from the past.

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