Fate To Fake: Loved by the Fallen; Fated to Kill the Divine-Chapter 60: You better not lay a single finger on this lady again, you bastard!

Chapter 60: You better not lay a single finger on this lady again, you bastard!

"Arrrhh....!!"

Ophis’s scream echoed sharply down the narrow, rocky path like a dying animal’s cry. Her pale face was a mess of bruises and fresh burns as UV light pierced down on her like sunlight on a cursed creature. Her skin hissed and steamed, smoke coiling off her cheeks and arms as though she were being slow-cooked alive.

Her body shook uncontrollably, legs quivering beneath her. She collapsed to her knees, eyes watering not just from the pain but the sheer indignity of being brought this low. Yet even with smoke rising from her face, her expression wasn’t broken — no, it was filled with that same stubborn cold indifference.

Leo finally stopped walking. His fists were clenched, jaw tight, as if he’d been holding back for too long.

"Just tell me already!"

Ophis, panting, barely lifted her head. Her skin was peeling, charred, and blistered — and yet her eyes were those of a damn stone.

She didn’t answer. Not even a grunt. Just stared at him like he was some annoying pebble in her shoe.

"Tsk..."

Leo clicked his tongue, visibly irritated. Honestly, this was getting ridiculous. He wasn’t even sure who was torturing whom anymore.

If anything, he was the one feeling guilty for hurting her this badly.

And she still wouldn’t talk?

He glanced at Pride.

Pride stood next to him, looking mildly bored. She lazily twirled her wooden sword like a baton, then tilted it toward Ophis’s neck with a subtle gesture, the meaning clear — ’Want me to finish her?’

Leo’s eye twitched. A part of him wanted to say yes, to end this whole annoying scene, but...

He hesitated.

His gaze shifted between Pride... and then back to the little girl in chains. He couldn’t do it. His hand trembled slightly.

He looked away and shook his head, grumbling under his breath, "Whatever. We didn’t come here for this crap anyway."

With a defeated shrug, he turned and began walking away.

Pride blinked, caught off guard.

"Leo? This is literally our chance to finish her off!" ƒгeewebnovёl_com

She stepped forward, placing her wooden blade lightly against Ophis’s neck, who was still groaning, her burnt skin slowly trying to heal.

The UV damage was regenerating, but sluggishly, like her body was too exhausted to fully repair itself.

Ophis clenched her teeth and whispered, ’Shit... shit... I failed Father miserably... He’s going to kill me for this... Dammit, maybe just dying here would be better than facing him...’

It was clear — she had already started accepting death. Her eyes lost the sharp edge and dimmed into something hollow.

But then—

Leo suddenly stopped again, mid-step.

He looked back. Not at Pride. Not at the weapon.

He looked straight into Ophis’s eyes.

Those once-cold, indifferent eyes now quivered slightly. Fear peeked through. Her lips were trembling, and not from the burns. She was scared. And not just of the pain.

Leo sighed and ran a hand through his messy hair.

"I... I’m not a monster," he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. "I’m not gonna kill her."

He glanced at Pride. "Let’s go."

Pride blinked again, eyebrows raised, clearly not expecting that. She turned to the frozen, wide-eyed Ophis, then back to Leo with a sigh. "Whatever you say, softy."

She casually followed him, yawning as if this whole situation had been just a long, drawn-out chore.

Ophis watched them both walk away. Just like that. No final blow.

No mocking words.

No dramatic finish.

Nothing.

What the hell just happened?

He... spared her?

Did he seriously just let her live?

Was he messing with her?

"O-Oi!! W-Where the hell are you going?! Kill me, you idiot! OI!!"

She shouted after them, completely baffled.

No answer.

They didn’t even flinch.

She writhed in place, tugging against her restraints. Her body was too weak. Her energy hadn’t been restored. She couldn’t even break his damn binds. If someone else came now — someone smart — they’d just kill her on the spot without hesitation.

This was a bad, bad position.

Her heart pounded. She had one shot left — the boy. That dumb, naive... slightly cute idiot?

’He’s too soft... way too soft... I can use that.’

She cleared her throat and forced her expression into something a little sweeter.

"Fine! I’ll give you the stones!"

She yelled, voice cracking from exhaustion and frustration.

Leo stopped.

He turned around slowly. "Really?"

Ophis gave a pained, small smile — the kind that wasn’t too desperate but just sincere enough. "Yes. But you’ll have to release me first?"

Leo raised a brow, his arms folding over his chest, clearly suspicious.

"Huh. Yeah... no."

"Come on!" Ophis tilted her head like a lost puppy. "How else am I supposed to take them out and hand them over?"

Leo grumbled under his breath. "Fine... but you try something funny, I swear I’ll fry you until you smell like grilled sausage."

He glanced at Pride.

Pride approached and sliced the chains with a swift flick of her wooden blade. The bonds shattered like glass.

Ophis winced and rubbed her wrists and legs, groaning dramatically as if she’d been imprisoned for years. "Ahhh... finally... I thought my bones were fusing together..."

She took one step toward Leo. Another. Then—

She pounced.

Suddenly, she lunged at him with a crazed grin, her arms stretched out for his neck.

"Haha... YOU FELL FOR IT!!"

But the moment she got within striking distance—click!

Leo flicked the UV flashlight in her face again.

"ARRHHH!!!"

She screamed like a boiling cat, her skin sizzled as she crashed to the ground, writhing like a dying bat caught in daylight.

"P-Piece of shit! You tricked me!!"

She gasped, smoke pouring off her skin.

Leo crouched, clicking the flashlight off and on again as he spoke slowly, "Did you really think I wouldn’t expect that? You tried this literally ten seconds ago."

Ophis coughed, barely lifting her hand. "F-Fine... I’ll give it to you... just... let me..."

Leo turned off the light.

And just as quickly, she launched at him again like a maniac.

Click!

"ARRHHH!!"

Down she went, rolling like a fried cockroach.

Pride covered her face with one hand, groaning.

"She’s like a dumb raccoon who keeps touching the electric fence."

Ophis twitched on the floor, her limbs jerking pitifully.

Leo sighed. "Should we keep zapping her until she learns?"

Pride looked at him flatly. "You are the one who let her out."

Leo pointed at Ophis, who was now crawling in circles like a dizzy crab. "Yeah, and I’m regretting that very deeply."

Until,

"I-I cannot jump anymore..."

Ophis muttered with a weak groan, her voice trembling. Her limbs twitched on the ground like a roasted insect still twitching from reflex, her strength long gone, pride in tatters.

She looked pitiful — skin scorched, hair a frizzy mess, one fang chipped.

Leo crouched beside her, rubbing the back of his neck with a tired sigh, as if babysitting a bat,

"Look... I’m not here to kill you. I’m honestly done playing laser tag with you. Just give me those stones, and I’ll leave you alone. Simple. Clean. Win-win, right?"

Ophis slowly sat up with a dramatic groan, her hands holding her sides as if she were a grandma waking up from a nap on concrete. Her expression was pale and tired — yet oddly theatrical — and she averted her gaze like a child caught cheating.

"...The truth is..." she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper, "...I don’t actually have any stones."

There was a brief silence.

"...Pardon?"

Leo blinked.

Ophis blushed slightly and crossed her arms, then puffed her chest with an absurd amount of misplaced pride.

"What? Do you really think we, the noble vampire purebloods, need something as... basic as a magic stone to heal? Hah! That’s an insult!"

She lifted her chin as if she were giving a TED Talk about vampire superiority.

"Listen closely, little boy. I carry the sacred blood of my ancestors! Their regenerative power flows through my— Hey! Wait! Where are you going?!"

Leo had already turned and started walking away without a word, his face blank with deep, deep disappointment.

Ophis blinked rapidly, her mouth agape.

"Wha—?! H-Hey! You can’t just walk away in the middle of my monologue!"

Leo didn’t stop. Didn’t even flinch. His footsteps were the only sound echoing in the silent path.

To him, she wasn’t a threat. She wasn’t useful. She was just... noise now.

Ophis’s pride cracked.

She gritted her teeth so hard it looked like she might bite her own tongue. This... this was the first time a human had walked away from her.

Not out of fear. Not even respect. Just... total indifference.

Her fingers curled into fists.

’How DARE he look down on me?! I’m Ophis damn Dracula!’

She stormed after him with fire in her eyes and thunder in her steps.

"Hey! You! Listen to me, you little boy with a flashlight and an attitude problem!

I am Ophis Dracula!

Do you even know the name Dracula, huh?! My father—if he knew what you did to me—he would rip your limbs off and wear your intestines like a scarf!"

She shouted this with a proud, noble stance, expecting gasps or fearful gulps.

But neither Leo nor Pride gave her a single glance.

They kept walking.

She twitched violently. For the first time in her spoiled, ego-driven life... she was being ignored like a mosquito in a thunderstorm.

"This is humiliating..." she muttered under her breath, furious. "

I’m being treated like furniture by a walking flashlight and a mute child."

She stomped forward, ready to overtake Leo and force him to listen.

But fate had other plans.

Her heel caught on a hidden rock. Her arms flailed like a dying bird. "Wha—?!"

She tipped forward.

Before her face could kiss the dirt, Leo suddenly warped beside her, catching her waist in one swift motion. His hand wrapped tightly around her cold, bruised hips, halting her fall just inches from a nasty faceplant.

Time froze.

Ophis’s breath hitched. Her entire body went still.

His hand was warm. Solid. Holding her in a way no one had before — not with threat, not with mockery... just naturally.

It sent a strange shiver down her spine.

Her cheeks exploded into red.

"Y-YOU!!! How dare you touch me!!"

She screeched, tearing away like she’d been burned again, stumbling backwards and glaring with a mixture of rage, shame, and something she didn’t fully understand.

Leo just sighed and straightened up. "This is what I get for not letting your face eat dirt?"

He shook his head, utterly annoyed, and walked off again.

Ophis’s lips trembled.

"Hmph! You better not lay a single finger on this lady again, you bastard!"

She shouted at his back, flustered and fuming.

Leo blinked, then glanced around dramatically. "Lady? Who?"

His voice was full of casual confusion, laced with just enough amusement to make her veins pop.

Ophis practically growled.

"YOU!!!!!"

She pointed furiously at herself with both hands, as if trying to declare herself queen of the realm.

Pride, watching silently, frowned slightly.

’Why is she acting weird now?’ she thought, narrowing her eyes.

It was strange. Before, Ophis had been filled with thick killing intent. Malice radiated from her like a broken faucet.

But now... it was gone. Not reduced. Gone.

Something had shifted.

She was still loud. Still dramatic. Still insufferable.

But not dangerous.

Just then—

As they turned around while bickering at a narrow bend, a violent voice echoed through the stone walls.

"YOU STUPID! WASTE! USELESS PIECE OF SHIT!!"

Everyone flinched slightly at the sheer volume.

Around the corner, they saw it.

Kai — stomping repeatedly on a groaning Nergal, who was curled up on the ground like a kicked dog. Kai’s face was twisted in fury, veins bulging from his forehead as he screamed and cursed at the top of his lungs.

"...."

Leo’s eyes darkened instantly.

Pride flinched.

It was hatred — pure, focused, silent rage — colder than anything she’d felt from Leo before.

Ophis’s lips twitched seeing Kai, as she said,

"This is where this little shit here! YOU---"

But Pride grabbed her arm and yanked her back, covering her mouth firmly with one hand.

Ophis blinked, confused. "Mmff?"

Pride didn’t speak. She just pointed to Leo.

Ophis turned... and her breath caught in her throat.

She saw it.

That expression.

Leo’s eyes — wide open, glassy, and distant — looked just like her father’s on the day he killed her siblings. No mercy. No hesitation. Just a quiet, cold, inevitable decision.

Her blood ran cold.

’T-That... That look... from someone like him...’

Her body stiffened, the earlier prideful arrogance washed away in a wave of silence.

Leo didn’t say a word.

But the air itself knew — something was about to break.

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