The Devil's Betrothed
Chapter 806: Most Feared Enemy
CHAPTER 806: MOST FEARED ENEMY
Isis stumbled back, barely spared from the harm the hellfire could have caused to her divine power. But she didn’t give up and tried again—only for the result to be the same.
"What is happening?" she mumbled, looking at Grianor and Drayvor.
"The hellfire won’t accept you as its owner, Isis. It will only recognize the only owner it ever had," Grianor told her. "And as I said before, power comes to those who deserve it."
"You’re lying," Isis spat angrily, already frustrated by the rejection from hellfire. She looked towards unconscious Seren in Drayce’s arms, half lying on the floor. "Then how come Sierra’s daughter could absorb it? That halfling isn’t even half as powerful as me. She is not even a deity."
"Though a demigod, that child possesses the power of her mother, Deity Sierra—nature itself, which can contain anything within," Drayvor answered. "Though a demigod, she is now a Deity of Nature. She is the mother of everything that has ever been created. She has the ability to contain all of our powers within her, her core can withstand any power in the universe—but she is silent, and never greedy for anything. That’s what nature is. It only gives—it never demands."
Isis gritted her teeth. "This can’t be. Lord of Darkness, you need to keep your word. Help me control the hellfire."
"I can help you only if the hellfire shows acceptance toward you. If you force it against its will, it will lead to your own destruction," Drayvor declared calmly.
"I won’t give up."
Once more, Isis unleashed the full extent of her divine power, trying to force the hellfire into submission—but the result was the same. The hellfire retaliated, fiercely rejecting her.
This time, the reaction struck Isis directly. She staggered, feeling her divine power diminish with every attempt to dominate the hellfire. No matter what she did, it wouldn’t accept her.
Finally, breathless and drained, she gave up and looked at Grianor. "You must be happy to see me fail, aren’t you? You can just get rid of me now that the one you love has returned."
Grianor simply offered her a silent stare. There was no point in arguing with her.
Seeing no response from him, she laughed bitterly. "You’ve always been like this. Whatever I did or said, you never responded—as if I didn’t exist. I was just a wife in name, just because the Heaven Realm needed a queen. And I was the easy choice. The one you didn’t need to deal with and you could continue living your secluded life in the memories of a woman you loved. While I... I waited for just a simple gaze, a word from you."
There was no change in Grianor’s expression, no emotions in his eyes.
"Deity Isis," he said, his voice distant, impersonal, "now that your sins have been exposed, you should accept your punishment without making it difficult for yourself."
He spoke as though he were addressing any other deity under his rule—not his wife.
She continued to laugh bitterly, tears rolling down her cheeks. But then her gaze shifted toward the three deities—Evanthe, Sierra, and Ember—and settled back on Grianor.
"Only if you had been good to me...and had allowed me to hold the power..." she murmured.
And then—
She launched one final attack toward the hellfire.
Her desperate strike triggered an explosive reaction.
The hellfire, enraged by being attacked by divine power, turned violently aggressive—its flames started to expand in wrath, shaking the very foundations of the throne hall.
"Isis!" Grianor exclaimed coldly. He hadn’t expected her to do this—to enrage the hellfire.
Drayvor remained calm, but he had to use the full extent of his power to control it so it wouldn’t spiral out of hand.
Ember let out a pained groan as the attack on hellfire struck her indirectly. Her heart was already aching from every instance another divine power had come in contact with it to covet it, and this blow nearly sapped the last of her strength.
"Ember!" Draven and Morpheus exclaimed at the same time, panic tightening their voices as they felt her pain through the bond.
Draven swiftly lifted her into his arms, while Morpheus bent close and asked, "Ember, are you alright?"
Her face had gone pale, but she managed a faint hum, one hand clutching her chest.
Everyone believed Isis was making one last attempt to destroy everything—by unsettling the hellfire and pushing Drayvor past his limit. But what no one realized... it was all a ploy.
She knew it was impossible to make Drayvor lose control over the hellfire. He was too powerful. But that wasn’t her goal.
She only wanted to keep the Devil and Grianor occupied—distracted—and then use the opening to launch an attack on someone she desperately wanted to harm.
The other deities were focused on the hellfire and wouldn’t dare intervene. The earthlings were powerless against her divine wrath.
Drayce sensed the attack hurtling toward them and immediately shielded Seren with his body, while Evanthe shielded unconscious Sierra.
But before the divine strike could reach them, Grianor vanished from his place in a blink—leaving Drayvor behind to continue containing the hellfire—and reappeared directly in the path of the attack, ready to bear its force.
But—
There was another blast caused by the collision of two powers that caused the entire throne hall to shake once more.
But the attack never reached Grianor, nor he was the one to stop it.
Someone else had already dismissed it—effortlessly—as if it were nothing at all.
All eyes turned to the figure standing with pride and power, sword in hand, glaring at Isis with a wicked smirk on the lips, evil darkness is eyes.
"You do not dare harm my friends again... you wretched deity," a clear, cold voice echoed through the hall, sharp and unwavering. "Back then, you were spared. But not this time."
This time, all the deities were not just shocked—but terrified.
Unlike how they welcomed Draven’s arrival, a wave of dread swept through the throne hall, as they saw this person.
They looked like another calamity had descended upon the Heaven Realm.
Esmeray.
The Princess of the Demon Realm.
Their most feared enemy—had returned.