The Villianess story: A 100 ways to kill your husband-Chapter 565: His trial

They arrived at large gold doors. At a wave of her hand, a bright light shone from inside, almost blinding Cedric. He had blinked a couple of times to adjust his sight.

Nyxoria’s voice boomed. "The 8th prince of Netheralis. Born of a mortal but the fates deemed him noble to walk amongst us."

He walked into the room, and everything was made of the finest gold and rarest stones. Several eyes were on him watching and before him sat a presence so majestic he almost fell on his knees. The same mismatched eyes, his body glowing like the sun.

"The trial begins."

Murmurs filled the room, he could feel their gaze, some of pure curiosity, others of disgust. Their words were clear; Cedric heard them all.

Why was a son born from a mortal found worthy to be a divine being? He should be like the rest who were humans with higher magic affinity.

They could not stand this one mistake of nature.

"I heard he was born out of wedlock." One sneered half laughing. Another voice chuckled. "To believe Prince Raziel would be betrayed, how unbelievable."

"If I were Raziel, I would have killed him." Another snorted. Cedric’s fist trembled. He was tempted to laugh. They thought he was happy to be made a divine being.

"He didn’t even bow before the king "

He didn’t want anything with this power or their rules. What did this privilege ever do to him? It took away the one person he loved. "Enough!!!" Nyxoria’s voice boomed as her eyes darted around the audience.

Her presence was imposing. Just one word was enough to shut them all. Nyxoria bowed before the god who sat on the throne. Her head bowed in her deepest respect.

"I apologise, Father, for his lack of respect." She said with sincerity. Cedric’s gaze finally met Thyros. The eternal pillar. He has heard of the king of Elaris. His name was whispered a couple of times in Netheralis in a low whisper

He could spot the resemblance between Raziel and Thyros at first glance. Same gold hair which shone like sunlight, violet-ruby heterochromia eyes. They even had the same type of beauty.

The main difference between Thyros and Raziel was his tanned skin which carried the same charm as members of the Dizari clan. It kind of reminds Cedric of Zoltana

Cedric’s gaze shifted to the lady seated by his side. She bore a lot of resemblance to Nyxoria, only that her eyes carried more maturity like someone who had seen it all. Avelora, the queen of the gods. Mother of all creation they called her. Her peerless skin was nothing short of perfection

Her arm was on her throne arm, and an amused smile hung on her lips as she watched Cedric. "So he is one of the prophecies." She whispered which Cedric caught.

What prophecy?

"How interesting?" Thyros muttered, his gaze settled on Cedric. "Won’t you bow?" He asked. Cedric smirked, "Would bowing make my punishment any less?" His tone was challenging.

This enraged the gods. Nyxoria’s face twisted, and she shot Cedric a glare. Wasn’t he scared of having a faith worse than death?

She had no idea that Cedric being alive right now was worse than death. To live with the guilt he was the one who ended her life.

A soft laugh rang, Avelora’s eyes sparkled. " He is even more interesting than Elysia. Never in millennia has anyone stood before you with such aloofness.." She gave Thyros a teasing smile,

"Unless we are talking about that one boy." She threw her gaze back at Cedric. "Are you certain Raziel isn’t your father? You have the same annoying brazen guts." Avelora chimed her mind drifting to memory.

As she spoke no one dared alter a word. "He stood right here then declared he wasn’t going to accept his chosen bride but instead was going to choose his other half...even if it meant he would give up everything."

She had a smile on her face, but it didn’t fool anyone. Cedric could sense it. Her resentment of Elysia. Her pure hatred for his mother. "Only for the one whom he loved to betray him. Here I face the proof of the biggest thing my son suffered." Her face turned cold.

The entire time Thyros’ smile didn’t drop or the look of amusement.

"Bowing won’t change much. Only the truth which can be proved would." Thyros chirped in. His hand covered Avelora’s trembling hand.

Thyros nodded, and a god stepped forward with a scroll. His voice was calm but firm. "Here I read the crime of the 8th prince of Netheralis...."

"Abuse of divine power, "

"Defilement of sacred oath binding all gods of Netheralis.."

"Unleashing of divine punishment on the land of Draconia..."

"These are the allegations brought before the council of the gods." Temeris is the god of time and keeper of events. He nodded at Thyros and then stepped aside.

"That’s all," Thyros asked and Temeris nodded. Thyros’ gaze then flickered to Cedric. "What do you have to say against the allegations? Are any of these words false?" He asked.

Cedric smirked, still unfazed. How was he going to defend himself at a court where everyone despised his very existence?

"Will anything I say matter?" Cedric taunted.

Slam, Nyxoria’s hand slammed her chair arm. "Such impudence. Do you have any idea where you are?" She snarled at him..

Cedric laughed, his sharp eyes locked on her. It didn’t waver the slightest. "I know." He said his eyes were slowly darting around the room.

"A den of vipers ready to bite me." He smirked and watched their faces turn into a scowl. Avelora raised her brow at him while Thyros’s smile remained.

The queen sighed, " That’s enough, Nyxoria." Her voice cut through the air. Nyxoria’s hands trembled, but she forced herself to sit.

"Is there anyone who has something to say in his defence?" Avelora asked. The court felt silent, no one stood up.

Cedric scoffed, not that he was expecting much. "In that case ..."

The door was pushed, and Avelora’s mouth clamped as she glared at the bastard standing at the door. They came in and then bowed at the rulers of Elaris. Murmurs started to fly around again.

Maximus glanced at his mother with a soft smile. "Don’t glare at me that way like you didn’t pray for my return. The prodigal son has returned." He chimed and Avelora’s face turned to a scowl.

Thyros’s cheek was against his palm. He stared at his rebellious son with sheer amusement. "You never returned all those years...what finally made you remember your home?"

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