The Damned Demon-Chapter 375 To Convey His Happiness

"NOOOO!!!"

One of the chambers in Bloodwing Mansion was abruptly shaken by a sudden, deafening scream.

The cry echoed through the high-vaulted ceilings. On an dark, decorated bed, a young man with flowing silver hair and a pale face, sat bolt upright, his fangs bared and his red eyes wild with fury.

Rebecca stood near the foot of the bed, her shock evident.

Only moments ago, she had been silently praying for her son, who had been in a coma for almost three years. After employing the physicians to work the special cure on him, her prayers were finally answered!

But hearing Oberon's scream, she came back to her senses, "Everyone, out! NOW!" she ordered fiercely.

Without hesitation, the group of physicians and maids present scrambled out of the room, their faces pale with fear.

As the heavy doors slammed shut, the only sound that filled the room was Oberon's heavy panting.

Rebecca with a motherly concern sat down beside Oberon and held his shoulders, "My son," she began, her voice soft yet commanding, "calm down. It's me. You're safe."

His wild gaze met hers, "No...NO! Where is he? I want to kill him... RIGHT NOW!" Oberon's voice trembled with rage as fragmented memories clawed at his consciousness.

The way she sucked that alien's dick in front of him while throwing away her own dignity. No…He has to pay!

Rebecca's eyes widened with alarm. She moved swiftly, covering Oberon's mouth with her hand, "Quiet," she hissed, her gaze darting to the closed door. She could never be too cautious, "You had a nightmare. Nothing more."

"A nightmare?" Oberon whispered, the intensity of his anger now mixed with confusion.

Rebecca paused for a moment, sensing the fragility of the situation. Gently, she responded, "Yes. And you've been... sleeping for a while."

Oberon's eyes, so like his mother's, searched her face, desperately seeking answers, "H-How long?"

Rebecca's breath caught in her throat. The weight of the revelation was almost too much for her, but she had to tell him, "Almost three years..." she admitted, her voice barely more than a whisper.

The news hit Oberon like a sledgehammer, "T-Three?!" His voice was a mix of disbelief and shock.

Oberon's eyes darted around the room, still trying to grasp the reality, "How... How is it possible I dreamt a nightmare for three years?" he stammered. His gaze fixated on his mother, seeking the truth, "What happened in all that time?"

Rebecca took a deep breath, gathering herself, and recounted everything that had transpired over the past three years.

From Asher's triumphant return from the Quest of the Worthy with the Deviar to his consummation with Rowena just last week.

She didn't want to convey the last part but she felt it was better for her to convey it to him now rather than let him know through some random person.

Oberon's emotions were a tempestuous storm as he listened. When his mother finished, a chilling roar erupted from his lips, "NOOOOO!!!"

His pupils contracted, and his expression became one of pure, unbridled rage, "That alien dog... he not only dares to take what belongs to me but also put me into this never-ending nightmare!" He leapt from the bed, his intent clear, "He must die!"

Rebecca's eyes widened in panic. Reacting quickly, she grabbed her son, pulling him back, "Oberon, calm yourself!"

But he was beyond reasoning, his mind consumed by thoughts of vengeance against Asher.

He thrashed and struggled, trying to overpower his mother, though his efforts didn't amount to anything.

In a split-second decision, Rebecca's hand shot up, striking Oberon across the face. The sound of the slap echoed through the room, and Oberon's frenzied movements stilled.

As for Rebecca, she immediately lowered her trembling hand as if she couldn't believe she struck him and regretted it right away.

Holding his face firmly, Rebecca locked eyes with him, tears shimmering in her eyes, "You think I don't feel the same anger as you?" she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion, "Believe me, I do. Every day, seeing you in that state, knowing who was responsible... it was a torment. But I held back. I waited patiently and did everything in my power to bring you back. Don't let that effort go to waste by acting like this."

Oberon's chest heaved as he processed her words.

His voice then quivered with a mixture of fury and despair, "Then what am I supposed to do? Just sit idly and let him have everything that was destined for me?"

Rebecca's gaze hardened, "No," she replied, her voice icy cold, "The past is irreversible, but that doesn't mean we are helpless. Do you truly believe that I did nothing while you were sleeping?"

Oberon's fiery eyes met hers, a glimmer of hope kindling, "You... you have a plan, mother?"

Rebecca's lips curled into a chilling smirk, "Asher may think he's invincible, but he has made many enemies. When he steps into Draconis Kingdom, his fate is sealed. And killing Agonon during his quest? That was him practically digging his own grave. You just need to be patient, my son. Our time will come."

Oberon's eyebrows knit in shock, "H-He killed Agonon? The second strongest genius of my generation? How…how has he grown so powerful in such a short time? Could he really be..."

Rebecca's eyes darkened, "Don't be fooled by rumors. He had help. The Umbralfiend Princess and others played their part. He isn't the lone genius everyone believes him to be."

"But the Deviar... he did absorb it, didn't he?" Oberon pressed, teeth grinding together in suppressed rage.

Rebecca clicked her tongue, looking away, clearly displeased, "Yes, that part appears to be true. I still don't know what kind of trick he came up with to do that," Rebecca's voice was weak as she had to grudgingly admit to herself that Asher was not some alien trash.

The room grew silent, save for the heavy breathing of Oberon, "We should have ended him when we had the chance," he whispered, memories of a younger, soulless Asher flitting through his mind. A time when he was vulnerable, when he could have been easily extinguished.

The only reasons he never tried was because it was fun to torture him, and secondly, he didn't want to risk getting caught, especially when the king had given strict orders about keeping him alive.

But thinking about it now, he should have just bitten the blade and get it over with.

Just thinking about how that alien cur spent the entire last week holding his woman's body and having his way with her made him suffocate.

But suddenly, the muffled voices of the maids and servants outside caused both Rebecca and Oberon's attention to shift towards the door.

"Please, you can't go in now, Your Highness."

*Knock! Knock!*

"I heard Prince Oberon has finally woken up. I am here to personally convey my happiness."

Rebecca's eyes sharpened as her fingers curled into fists, wondering who leaked this news to him.

Oberon's expression shifted from surprise to disbelief when he heard the voice. The last voice he'd ever expect to hear at that moment.

Rebecca's nostrils flared, "That bastard…He is shameless enough to come here?" Rebecca mumbled as the first thought that came into her mind was to throw him out after pulling out his tongue.

To have the audacity to come here after putting her son into a coma was pushing it.

But she clenched her jaw as she knew she couldn't throw out the royal consort, especially since he came here to convey his "happiness".

Oberon's face was a portrait of fury, his eyes glazed with rage, "Mother, he mustn't come in here. I...I may not be able to control myself."

Rebecca felt her heart getting gripped seeing her son's expression. She nodded and quickly thought of an excuse to make that brat go away.

She got up to go to the door and make him go away by saying it to his face.

*Creak!*

But suddenly, the doors swung open, revealing a seemingly worried Asher. His sharp eyes scanned the room before resting on a red-faced Oberon and a wide-eyed Rebecca.

His face relaxed into a look of relief, "Ah, it appears I was mistaken," Asher began with a hint of surprise in his voice, "Everyone is alright here? I thought I heard...someone crying and wailing in pain. My sincerest apologies for barging in due to my misunderstanding."

Veins popped up on Oberon's face as if he was getting choked with uncontrollable emotions.

Rebecca's hands balled into fists, her voice cold as ice, "Your concerns are noted and unnecessary. My son has just woken from a lengthy rest, and the last thing he needs is... disturbances."

Asher raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence, "Of course, Consort Rebecca. I merely wished to express my happiness at Prince Oberon's recovery," His gaze flitted to Oberon, "It's good to see you awake. It felt like a...long time."

Oberon glared at Asher, lips drawn in a tight line, barely containing his fury. The temptation to strike him down at this moment was so high, but the fact that Asher was no longer a weakling stifled any such urges.

Asher walked forward and placed his hand on Oberon's shoulder under Rebecca's cold glare as he said with a smile, "My wife will surely be pleased to know that our prince is back on his feet. She is a bit tired after our Sacred Union. So I trust you will understand if I convey this news to her a bit later. Hm?"

Oberon's right shoulder began to sink under the weight of Asher's palm, which seemed as heavy as an iron pillar.

But the weight of what Asher said was what seemed to crush him even more on the inside. Did he just imply he fucked her for the entire week?

Oberon couldn't even imagine such a pure, dignified, and powerful woman getting defiled by this alien.

The thought of it sent shockwaves through his body and mind, making the corners of his lips and eyes twitch.

"Whoa, you alright? Is he having a stroke or—"

"I am afraid he has to rest now," Rebecca immediately stepped in with a frigid voice and made Oberon lie down before he does or says something that couldn't be taken back.

She even covered his face with the sheet to make sure this bastard's face wouldn't trigger her son again.

She then stood straight and looked at Asher as she said with a harsh squint, "You should leave and let him rest. He hasn't fully recovered yet to hold a conversation."

Asher sucked air through his teeth as he nodded, "Ah, of course. He must have suffered too much all this time. How tragic. It's a good thing…he didn't sleep as long as I did…right?" Asher asked as his eyes became eerily cold for a brief moment, the memories of all those hellish years flashing in his mind. Only when he saw Oberon's expression just now could he feel some release from that pain.

Rebecca hold her breath, feeling a chill passing down her spine just from this brat's gaze. What was that look in his eyes? She had never seen something like that before, especially from him.

It was as if some hellish dark force had momentarily replaced him and looked at her.

She couldn't believe she almost got intimidated for a second. But before she could say anything,

"Well, I should leave, but I also came here to tell you something, and I believe you should hear me out. So…should we talk here or go somewhere…private?" Asher asked with a curve of his lips while Oberon slowly pulled down the sheet off his eyes, wondering what this dog wanted to talk about with his mother in private.