My Yandere Wives are Transcendents-Chapter 364: One of them is coming!!

In the Arena,

"Leave my father!!" King Theo's voice echoed through the chamber, a desperate plea fueled by the primal instinct to protect his only father.

His eyes blazed with fury as he confronted Eli, whose actions had left his father, Carter, a broken and bloodied shell of his former self.

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Carter lay sprawled amidst a pool of crimson, his body contorted in unnatural angles, his once-vibrant skin now torn and mangled, a grotesque tableau of agony and suffering. His eyes, once filled with cunning and arrogance, were now vacant voids, and his hair, a stark reminder of the brutality inflicted upon him, lay scattered like discarded remnants of a nightmare.

Yet, despite the horror unfolding before them, Eli remained unperturbed, his demeanour eerily calm and composed amidst the chaos. To him, this scene was but a fleeting moment in the grand tapestry of existence.

Even Lucian, stalwart and brave, found himself overcome with horror at the sight of Carter's mutilated form. Desperation crept into his voice as he pleaded heartfully for Sentinel to intervene, to end the suffering inflicted by Eli's cruel hands.... and yet, Dawn Kingdom's Sentinel didn't respond.

"Help us, Mariel!" Lucian's voice rang out, a desperate cry for aid directed at the Duke of the Dawn Kingdom. Surely, as a figure of authority, she would be compelled to act and put an end to this madness.

But Mariel's response was callous, her words a chilling echo in the tumultuous air, "He promised not to kill you. It's fine," she said dismissively, her indifference to the suffering of her kingdom's King struck his heart heavily!!

It was a harsh reality, one that shook the very foundation of their beliefs. To hear such words uttered in the face of unspeakable cruelty was a cruelty in itself, a betrayal of the values they held dear.

And yet, despite the outrage and condemnation that followed, Mariel remained unmoved. She deflected any accusations with ease, pointing to the silent figure of the Vampire Queen who observed the scene with detached interest.

The Vampire Queen, a formidable presence, the Strongest entity in her own right, became the scapegoat for those unwilling to confront the harsh truth of their complicity. Blaming her became a convenient excuse, a way to absolve themselves of responsibility in the face of unimaginable horror.

In the end, it was easier to point fingers and assign blame than to confront the harsh reality of their own inaction. But as the screams of the tortured echoed through the chamber, it became clear that no amount of scapegoating could erase what happened here in everyone's heart.

Even the audience, who had been initially shocked and repulsed by the revelations unfolding before them, now found themselves unable to stifle a twinge of pity for Theo and Lucian.

"If you didn't want your father to suffer... " Eli's words cut through the tense silence, his gaze cold and calculating as he directed his attention to Theo, whose expression twisted into one of horror and disbelief.

"H-huh?" Theo stammered, his mind grappling with the notion of begging... a concept so foreign to someone of his station and privilege. Begging was beneath a prince, beneath royalty. Others should beg him, not the other way around. ƒrēenovelkiss.com

The idea seemed preposterous, inconceivable!!!

After all, why would the Child of the King, blessed with wealth and power, ever need to stoop to such depths? To beg for mercy, for compassion? It was unthinkable, absurd.

"Oh! Remove your dress before begging," Eli's words dripped with cruel amusement as he settled onto the throne he had conjured, his smile sending shivers down the spines of the onlookers.

The scene felt eerily familiar to the audience, a grim reminder of the power dynamics that governed their world. Just that very morning, they had witnessed a similar display of dominance and degradation, a cycle of cruelty that seemed destined to repeat itself.

"Come on, Theo... I don't have much time. My wives are going to get angry at me, you know!!" Eli's voice held a petulant tone, belying the haughty demeanour he exuded. Despite his childish pouting, there was an air of superiority about him....

As if he was the king here!!

His eyes couldn't help but fall upon Adriana, sensing her hunger for something. If he delayed any longer, he knew he would be the one to get rapped by her... here and now.

"I-I won't," Theo's voice wavered, his eyes darting around the chamber as fear and pride warred within him. No matter the circumstances, he refused to relinquish his pride, even in the face of imminent danger.

"Hmm?" Eli's brow furrowed in confusion as he regarded Theo's defiant stance. "You won't?" he pressed, his tone tinged with a hint of disbelief.

Theo remained silent, his jaw clenched in stubborn determination.

"I see..." Eli's voice was calm, almost resigned, as he nodded slowly. "You leave me no choice. Today, I must decide between killing either you or that fucker's fucking son," he declared, Eli didn't care about his choice of words as pointed at Lucian.

Eli's words cut through the heavy air, each syllable laden with a cruel kind of mercy, "Since he was adamant about not calling his son, I was left with only one choice... You know," he muttered, his voice tinged with a false sense of pity that only served to heighten the danger of the situation.

Despite his feigned reluctance, his calm demeanour and unwavering gaze betrayed the true depths of his resolve.

Leaning back on his throne, Eli's gaze turned towards the sky, "You see, your father claimed he would do anything for his son..." he gestured towards the broken and battered figure of Carter, a silent testament to the lengths a father would go to protect his own, "And yet here he lies, consumed by pride rather than filial duty.....

What a disappointment he has become," Eli's voice dripped with disdain and pity.

Theo's mind grappled fiercely between conflicting emotions of pride and fear. His eyes desperately roamed the surroundings, searching for any semblance of a perfect solution other than resorting to begging, yet they found nothing but desolation; no one seemed forthcoming to offer aid.

He scanned the area for his trusted, loyal dog... Simon, hoping for a reassuring presence, but Simon was conspicuously absent as if preoccupied with matters of utmost importance elsewhere.

Upon catching sight of his father, his heart clenched with anguish. The sight of his father's bloodied form pierced through his defences, igniting within him a fierce desire to help, yet he found himself paralyzed by a tumultuous mix of fear and pride.

Meanwhile, Eli's brow furrowed in concern as he directed his gaze toward a specific point in the sky. Suddenly, a surge of energy pulsed through his eyes, intensifying his senses, allowing his eyes to swiftly zoom in on a figure with jet-black hair hovering amidst the dark expansion.

"Hmm? What's that sucker doing there?" Eli pondered to himself, his brow furrowing as he observed the figure of Dracula Asgarez, who was seen clutching some sort of ominous black book in his hands.

"Hmm? What in the hell he is reading something in the dead of night? What? A Porn?" Eli wondered. Maybe he might currently filled with otherworldly thoughts that why Eli thinking about it.

However, his attention was soon drawn to a different matter altogether. There was a palpable sense of tension evident in Dracula's eyes as they darted in the direction of Nex... particularly fixating on Arena.

Eli's lips curled into a knowing smile as he waved his hand in a cheerful manner, his lips laced with playful sarcasm, 'What's up, Blood Sucker?... Having a bit of nocturnal fun, are we?' he only moved his lips and didn't let out any sound.

Dracula's eyes widened in astonishment at the unexpected address from Eli. 'How could he have possibly perceived my presence? Could he have truly attained such formidable power merely by consuming one of the ancient, corrupted gods?' he mused inwardly, his thoughts racing with disbelief and intrigue.

Indeed, Dracula possessed foreknowledge of many events, yet the mysteries surrounding Eli's abilities and lineage remained elusive to him. His awareness was confined to the enigmatic veil of the future, leaving him ignorant of Eli's past and the full extent of his powers....

Nevertheless, amidst the uncertainty of what lay ahead, Dracula harbored a steadfast conviction: that Eli would inevitably play a pivotal role in the unfolding of events. It was as though Eli stood as the missing puzzle piece in Dracula's grand design, a crucial element necessary for the realization of his ambitions.

As long as Dracula follows the Book of Changes... Everything would play perfectly!

Dracula disregarded Eli's presence and directed his gaze towards Theo, who was heard muttering incomprehensible words.... The tremors in Dracula's ominous black book intensified, signifying a deepening of the impending turmoil.

'Tsk,' With a disdainful sound of disapproval, Dracula clicked his tongue and swiftly vanished from the scene, leaving behind an aura of foreboding.

Moments later, Dracula's urgent voice crackled through the communication device, addressing Brylindr with a tone of urgency, "Get out! Move out as soon as possible.... He is descending."

Perplexed by Dracula's cryptic warning, Brylindr's brow furrowed in confusion. As she surveyed her surroundings, a sense of dread gnawed at her when she saw the flesh start to beat fast.

Who?" she questioned, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Dracula's response came swift and ominous, "One of the Greek Gods...." before abruptly cutting off the communication.