Chapter 585: Her Memory Core
(Author’s POV)
"THESE ARE THE MEMORIES RETRIEVED FROM HER CORE. SEE FOR YOURSELF WHAT KIND OF A BITCHY WOMAN YOU HAVE BEEN PINNING AFTER," Ramiel spat the words, barely able to contain his anger.
The massive display lit up as every eye in the pandemonium looked at it, some with curiosity, others with anticipation. As it was Elisa’s memory, her face wasn’t visible; it was from her point of view. But the sultry and elegant way of speaking, the way the person paused deliberately after every sentence, was exactly like how she used to speak.
Aamon’s face was glued to the screen now; his eyes lit up, filled with dreadful longing as familiar scenes appeared one after another.
Then a particular view popped up. In this memory, he was standing in front of her. He recollected: it was from when she had visited hell briefly to ask him to borrow his powers temporarily a few weeks ago.
The way she talked to him coquettishly made him smile with profound sorrow. His eyes brimmed with tears as he gulped down hard, his body trembling. They locked lips passionately in the scene, and after he had given her his powers, she went to meet with one of her close demon servants.
Not one eye left the display. They all were witnessing the tryst between the Marquis of hell and the former demon queen. Some felt pity, some even felt jealous as Elisa was quite popular in the underworld. She had her seductive charms and her young, voluptuous figure to thank for it.
Her subordinate spoke, "My queen, though the king of hell didn’t agree to help you, it’s good that the Marquis is readily aiding you when you need it the most. I can tell he truly adores you. Once you get all your powers and title back and come back here, you should announce your relationship to the entire underworld."
There was silence for a few seconds as everyone was waiting in anticipation to hear Elisa’s reply to that.
But the next second, her voice boomed. Not her usual soft, not coy, nowhere near tender. It was sharp and filled with mockery, "Hahha~ ... he adores me? What a sick joke. And what exactly should I announce about? About what kind of an absolute fool that ’Lord Aamon’ is. He thinks I will be with him when I come back to hell. Hahaha~ .... Pathetic moron, seriously. Why would I be with an eternity-old, ugly looking, crazy bastard like him, when I can just have the four young, handsome and powerful Lycan brothers serving me as my consorts and be at my beck and call? With the help of their supernatural abilities and royal bloodline, I can even challenge and take away the throne from that high and mighty son of a bitch, Ramiel. So, who the fuck is this Aamon? HE~ .... IS NOTHING."
Her servant licked his lips and tried to convince her, "But~ ... Lord Aamon loves you deeply."
"Loves me~ ... Haha hahaha HAhaHAHAhhaha~ ...." She laughed manically without any restraint. "HILARIOUS~ ... Ohhh please~ ... we all are demons and devils, we don’t love, we just fuck and take whatever we can. That filthy old Marquis is just thoroughly obsessed with my young body, nothing more. If he were so in love with me, he would have begged, pleaded, done everything in front of Ramiel to reinstate me then and there. But he did not. When I was thrown to the mortal world like a sack of broken bricks, he said nothing. Just remained standing on the sidelines, giving me the cold shoulder." Elisa’s remark sounded biting. ’I had to stay in that gutter like mortal world and lick the feet of those dirty mortals to survive day after day." She paused and added, "To me, he is just a stepping stone to achieve my ultimate goal. Nothing less, nothing more. Once he has fulfilled his purpose, I will toss him aside like garbage as he did to me. Or maybe, if my mood is good, he could serve me as a slave~ ... hahahaha~ ... What a sight that would be."
In the audience, some gasped in horror, giving Aamon pitiful glances, while others mocked his naivety. The murmurs started spreading like wildfire; someone said, "Hah~ ... Marquis Aamon always presented himself upright and stoic; who knew he was so gullible, trusting a slut like Elisa? Tskk~ .... How tragic."
Another one replied to that, "Honestly, serves him right. He has been with his majesty’s side from the start, and still he fell for such a tacky whore’s act and dared to backstab him. This is just the tip of the iceberg. That slut Elisa, she had been fooling around with everyone in hell. That’s why she could rise to the position of the queen of nightmares so quickly. I have seen with my own eyes her hooking up with the princes and even ministers." The person who said it wasn’t just the witness but one of her former hookups.
Their whispers and hushed voices reached Aamon, who was now shaking profusely, this time with impending rage. He couldn’t believe what he had heard just now. Shaking his head, he mumbled, "It’s not true~ .... this is all a lie. Elisa wouldn’t do this to me. After what I have done for her~ .... she wouldn’t~ ...." His voice trailed. He knew very well that it was all true, yet the time he had spent with her, the memories in his mind, didn’t let him accept the painful truth.
He bellowed in immense pain, looking up at the dark, smoky, blackened sky, "Argh~ ... arghh~ ... AAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAA~~~~~~~~"
Ramiel looked down at him from his throne. His expression didn’t change in the slightest; his voice firm and detached, "Aamon, you were nothing but a catapult for her, as she said, a stepping stone, a pawn in her game. Do you understand now what you were to her? What you have thrown your future away for? What did you risk your life for?"
To Be Continued . . . . . . . . .