The Devil's Betrothed-Chapter 820: Agartha In Trouble

With the help of Solaris’s power, all of them returned to the mortal world. They appeared straight at one of the mountains in Agartha, from where the entire kingdom could be seen.

"What kind of energy is this?" Seren mumbled the moment they touched the ground. "So ominous."

Others felt it as well. Draven, who was now back to his usual form as the King of Agartha rather than the God of War, his dark eyes gazed around and he said, "Zaria. She is here."

"It’s clearly the essence of Zaria’s dark powers," Evanthe commented.

"It’s the same energy that captured me back then," Seren said as she looked at Drayce. "It’s very powerful."

"Of course," Evanthe said. "She is using divine blood and the darkness from the Demon Realm." She looked at Oriana and was quiet for a moment. "It’s from the Demon Realm, isn’t it?"

Oriana nodded. She could feel that Zaria still had the way to use darkness from Hell even after Tharzimon—who had been contacting her to find the Princess of the Demon Realm—was dead. She must have held on to something from him even now.

Seeing Oriana quiet, Arlan held her hand and said, "I know you respect her as your master, but at this moment you have to accept that she is our enemy if she is harming our people."

Oriana nodded, her expression conflicted.

However evil Zaria was with others, she had taught Oriana everything she could and guided her when Oriana needed her—to deal with the black witch who was harming Arlan and his family. She was evil to others, but to her, she had always been a master who wished her student to excel and guided her on the right path.

Not even once had Zaria ever asked Oriana to be a part of her evil group. She just left her to be on her own.

"We have to be careful with her," Drayce said. "Last time, I saw how her powers had hurt Aureus. She has definitely returned with something she could trust in, something more powerful than before."

"Aureus is still there," Morpheus said. "If that witch has hurt my nephew, I am not going to show any mercy to her." Morpheus had opened his wings, ready to fly already. "And I am going to get my sister."

"Be patient," Draven told him. "In haste you will only put them in danger. Anger won’t help here."

"Draven is right," Evanthe said. "Aureus, Yorian, Cornelia, and many other elders are there. If she has still managed to defeat them, or has some leverage against them to quiet them down, she can use that same leverage against us."

Draven hummed. "The only way for now is to talk with her and make sure our people are safe. The rest, we will decide later."

"Draven, she hates you and wants to take your place as the ruler of this kingdom. Stay away from her, or I am afraid she has already created some divine weapon for you. She is shrewd."

"I will burn her alive if she even tries to," Ember’s angry voice came through. "I won’t care who she is holding as leverage."

Evanthe sighed. "Especially keep our angry phoenix away," she told Draven and Morpheus. "With her powers regained, she is still volatile and might end up burning this entire kingdom."

"Drayce, you have to stay here and look after others. There’s no need for all of us to go to her," Draven said. "I and Evanthe will go...."

"I am coming as well," Oriana said.

"You won’t be able to stand against her," Evanthe said. "Don’t put yourself in an unnecessary dilemma. Her enmity is with us."

"She is right, Oriana," Arlan said. "They know her better, so let’s just follow their plan."

Oriana finally agreed, worry still etched on her face.

Evanthe looked at Morpheus. Before she could say a word, he said, "Don’t even think about it."

Evanthe shut her mouth and said to Seren, "You have to look after Ember. Only you can keep her calm."

Seren nodded.

"I am coming on behalf of Oriana," Arlan said. "There shouldn’t be any issues, as she is not my master."

Thinking about Oriana, they agreed to let Arlan accompany them.

It was clear all of the strong supernaturals in the kingdom had been captured if Zaria could take control over this kingdom, and the weak ones must have been forced to accept her as their ruler and forced to work for her.

"I just hope all of them are safe," Evanthe mumbled. "I don’t wish to lose anyone. Even if captured, we at least have a chance to free them."

"We will," Draven assured her. "Let’s go."

They crossed the boundary with ease and landed straight at the palace, from where they could smell the strong essence of Zaria’s presence.

All the wizards and witches around got alerted at their arrival, but none of them attacked. Instead, all of them stayed rooted in their places as if they had been waiting for their arrival.

One black witch came forward. The pride and smugness painted on her face as if this place belonged to her now, while the newcomers were nothing but guests.

"Former King of Agartha, Drayce Aramis, the Queen of this kingdom has been waiting for you," she said, and looked at Evanthe and Morpheus. "The former Queen of Witches, and former Commander of Supernaturals—you are welcomed to our kingdom as well."

She didn’t even recognise Arlan and simply brushed her gaze past him. Not like Arlan needed any recognition from her. She would know who he was if he had to get into his beast form.

She chuckled. "How ironic it is that all of you are former beings of this kingdom."

"Where is she?" Evanthe asked coldly. "Your queen? Let me see how long she can be one."

The black witch smirked. "Won’t be a former one like you, I can assure you that, Lady Evanthe," she said. "Let me lead your way."

All of them followed her to the grand throne hall of the palace where Draven sat on his throne and carried out the council meetings.

Draven looked around calmly. His nest had been coveted by someone else when he was away for a while. They dared to covet the dragon’s nest. It wasn’t going to end well for them.

The entire palace was filled with a thick essence of dark energy—the palace that used to be nothing but pure with a dragon and a phoenix living there.

They entered the throne hall, where Zaria was leisurely sitting on the throne, her hands rested on its stone handrest, her legs folded over each other. She sat straight with her long dark dress, and its hem spread at her feet. She even had the crown over her head that was made out of the dark thorny vines of sacred trees in the witch clan. She looked powerful and an authority holder in this place.

"Oh. Who do we have here? The former King of Agartha and his minions?" Zaria chuckled, clearly amused and arrogant.