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REBIRTH OF THE PATHETIC HUSBAND Back To The Real Deal
The fire within me slowly dimmed as I felt Lucifer’s presence slipping away. The raw, surging power that had filled my limbs, that had made me more than human, began to ebb. I gasped and staggered, my knees buckling beneath me as I lost all strength.Suddenly, I felt myself falling—but I never hit the ground.“John!” Lilith’s voice rang out, laced with panic and relief. She caught me just in time, her arms wrapping around me, cradling me gently as if I were glass.I looked up at her through blurred vision. My entire body screamed in pain. My bones throbbed. My muscles burned. I was weak—so incredibly weak—and the world around me spun in circles.“You... risked your life for me,” she whispered with a shaky smile, her eyes shining with emotion. Her face, though smeared with ash and blood, was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.I mustered a faint smile, my voice barely above a whisper. “That’s what any husband... would do for his wife…”And then the dizziness fully consumed me. Dark
REBIRTH OF THE PATHETIC HUSBAND Falling Into My Web
Lilith rose from her seat slowly, her eyes never leaving mine. “So… the game begins again,” she said, her voice low, touched with both intrigue and warning.I stood from the bed, though my limbs still ached faintly from the earlier battle. My body wasn’t fully recovered, but my mind… it was sharper than ever.I walked toward the full-length mirror near the dresser, gazing at my reflection—my posture confident, my eyes cold. Nikolai Volkov was back. Calculating. Merciless. Unstoppable.“I was never out of the game,” I said without looking away from the mirror. “I just… took a detour.”Lilith walked toward me, her long raven hair trailing behind her like a shadow. “Are you sure you can juggle both wars?” she asked. “Hell’s flame and human revenge don’t always mix.”I turned to face her. “This isn’t just about revenge anymore,” I said. “It’s about finishing what I started. The Prestwicks destroyed me. I want them to feel what I felt. Every scream. Every tear. Every ounce of betrayal.”He
REBIRTH OF THE PATHETIC HUSBAND Don't Take It Off
We exited the restaurant under the golden veil of the streetlights, her heels clicking gently beside me as I escorted her like the perfect gentleman I pretended to be. Eleanor’s hand remained in mine, but now her grip was firmer, almost possessive—as if afraid I might slip away and this intoxicating night would dissolve like a dream.Outside, my car gleamed like a sin waiting to be committed. Eleanor’s eyes widened as we approached it.“This is yours?” she asked, breathless.I chuckled, the sound low and effortless. “Of course. You think I’d let a woman like you step into anything less than divine?”Her cheeks flushed. She tried to hide her smile, but failed.I opened the door for her and leaned in close, whispering, “After you, milady.”As she slid into the passenger seat, her skirt rode up just enough for me to catch a glimpse of her thighs—long, smooth, and absolutely tempting. I closed the door gently, then walked around and got in, firing the engine to life. It roared like a beas
REBIRTH OF THE PATHETIC HUSBAND The Devilish Plan
“Don’t take it off,” I whispered, my lips grazing her ear. My voice was a growl, a command laced with promise. She shivered, her body trembling under my touch, and I grinned, feeling her surrender begin.I climbed off the bed, my eyes never leaving her. She lay there blindfolded, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her body exposed and vulnerable. I walked to the table, my footsteps echoing in the silent room. My phone was there, and I picked it up, my fingers moving swiftly to set it to record. I angled it toward the bed, ensuring the camera captured every inch of her. Exhibitionism had always been a fantasy of mine, and now, with her blindfolded and unaware, it was mine to indulge.I returned to the bed, my movements deliberate, my eyes dark with intent. I began to undress, my clothes falling to the floor one by one. My shirt hit the ground first, followed by my pants, leaving me in nothing but my boxers. I could feel her watching, even though she couldn’t see, her senses heighten
REBIRTH OF THE PATHETIC HUSBAND The Irony
The morning light filtered through the curtains, warm and golden. I groaned softly, waking up from a night that was still fresh in my mind. Last night had been nothing short of amazing, a mixture of laughter, passion, and the kind of carefree fun that I hadn’t experienced in years. A small smirk tugged at the corner of my lips as I stretched and leaned back against the headboard. Last night had been... fun. The rush, the tension—Eleanor’s desperate struggle against her own desires, her quiet surrender. It had been too easy, too satisfying, and as I allowed the memory to settle in my mind, I couldn't help but feel a thrill at the thought of what I had done. But where was she now? Suddenly, the door creaked open, and I turned my head. There she was—Eleanor—looking absolutely stunning, though not in the way one might expect. She wore a transparent gown that barely covered her, leaving little to the imagination. Beneath it, her black panties was visible, and I couldn't help but apprec
REBIRTH OF THE PATHETIC HUSBAND God Among Men
We stayed under the warm stream for a while longer, our bodies pressed together, my hands still exploring her skin with reverence, like I was trying to memorize every inch. But eventually, the water began to cool, and she turned her face up to me, eyes half-lidded, lips curved into a soft smile.“We should get out before we wrinkle like old paper,” she whispered.I chuckled, then bent down and kissed her gently before turning off the tap. I grabbed a towel, wrapped her in it, then another for myself. She leaned into me as I carried her out of the bathroom again, her arms around my neck, her body still warm and damp against mine.I laid her carefully on the bed and reached for the clothes that had been tossed carelessly last night. She dressed in something soft and light—a satin camisole with matching shorts—and I threw on a black T-shirt and some sweatpants. She brushed her hair loosely, her eyes flicking to me now and then like she couldn’t believe I was real.Then, without a word, s
REBIRTH OF THE PATHETIC HUSBAND The Mysterious Woman
The apartment building stood like a relic, tucked between the towering skeletons of forgotten warehouses and newer gentrified spaces that didn’t belong here. The brick walls were crumbling, and vines crept up the facade like fingers reaching toward the sky. A rusted iron gate groaned as she pushed it open, the sound scraping through the silence like a warning. Still, I followed her.We climbed three flights of creaking wooden stairs, the air growing colder with each step. The hallway smelled of old incense and something faintly metallic—blood, maybe… or something worse. She stopped at a faded green door marked 3C, pulled out a crooked silver key, and turned it slowly in the lock. The door creaked open, revealing a darkened room lit only by the warm flicker of candlelight."Come in," she said without looking back.I hesitated at the threshold. There was something heavy in the air—thicker than smoke, something old, ancient. The walls were lined with books that looked centuries old. Si
REBIRTH OF THE PATHETIC HUSBAND VAEL'THARIEL: The First Angel
Lilith’s robe trailed behind her like blood as she turned and ascended the staircase with urgency in her steps. I followed without question, my mind racing. For someone like her to look shaken—even for a second—meant that pendant held more weight than I could’ve imagined.The doors closed behind us with a deep thud, sealing out the world.The inside of her estate was just as darkly regal as ever—black marble floors veined with silver, walls adorned with arcane symbols that pulsed softly like they were breathing. The air smelled faintly of roses and old magic. We didn’t stop at the grand hall or the lounge. Instead, she led me down a corridor I hadn’t walked before—one lined with tall mirrors that didn’t reflect us. The deeper we went, the colder it grew.“She wasn’t just any old woman,” Lilith finally said, her voice clipped. “She’s one of the Ancients. The original bloodline. The ones even Lucifer treated like ghosts.”I raised a brow, still clutching the pendant. “She said I was som
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BLOOD AND FEAR
The earth itself screamed as I stepped forward, each stride radiating waves of destructive power that cracked the ground, shattered windows, and set the air ablaze. Thunder roared, the clouds above blackened and twisted, swirling into a furious vortex that blotted out the sun. A blood-red glow seeped from the heavens, casting everything in a sick, apocalyptic light. The humans nearby—those foolish enough to still be close—fell to their knees, clutching their heads, screaming, unable to bear the sheer, choking aura of wrath pouring off me. Birds dropped dead from the sky. Trees caught fire without even being touched. I was no longer just a being. I was cataclysm. I was the end.Lucenzo tried to push himself up, coughing blood, bones audibly snapping inside his body with every movement. His eyes, wild and full of terror, locked on me.I dragged the Warhammer behind me, its head tearing deep scars into the earth, flames trailing like the tail of a comet. Every rune on my gaun
The fury of a god
Lucenzo sneered, then with a cruel flick of his wrist, tossed Lilith’s broken body toward me like discarded waste.I caught her in my arms—light as a feather now, fragile, her warmth already fading.Her lips trembled as she looked up at me. Her once-bright eyes were dulling, but in their depths still shimmered the last flicker of life… for me.A soft, heartbreaking smile curved her lips.She reached up with one trembling hand, brushing her fingers across my face, streaking my cheek with her blood. “I… I’m glad I met you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible above the crackling embers around us. “I’ll… remember every moment we… spent together.”Her chest rose in a weak breath. Then she coughed, and a spray of blood hit my armor.Her lips quivered again. “I… I love you…”And then her hand fell limply from my cheek— Her eyes closed— Her body slumped—And she died in my arms.I didn’t move. I didn’t breathe. I just stared.The world around me vanished. Sound disappeared. Tim
THE END OF HER
The moment Lucenzo finished speaking, the world detonated into chaos.He lunged.The ground cracked beneath his weight as he launched forward like a cannonball wrapped in hellfire. His claws cleaved through the air with such force they created shockwaves that shattered every remaining window in the throne room. I leapt into the air just before the floor where I stood exploded under his strike, sending molten debris flying like shrapnel.Boom.Lucenzo’s claw narrowly missed my chest and instead carved a flaming trench through the stone wall behind me. The entire castle trembled. With a spin mid-air, I drove my golden sword down, slicing toward his exposed shoulder—but he blocked with one of his grotesque, bone-wrapped wings. The impact was thunderous, throwing both of us in opposite directions, smashing through pillars and statues.I skidded across the blackened marble, sparks flying from beneath my boots, and stopped just as he came charg
THE REAL BATTLE
Smoke and ash danced around me like phantoms as I rose from the crater I had made, wings unfurled behind me—one feathered and radiant like sunlight pierced through a storm, the other a bat-like veil of shadows and flame. The ground trembled beneath my feet, rivers of molten hellfire surging as if Hell itself feared what I had become.The remaining demons stared at me in horror—those who hadn’t already fled. Massive horned beasts with molten skin, fanged serpents with human arms, twisted hybrids of flesh and metal—all once proud gatekeepers of Lucenzo’s domain… now reduced to prey.I gripped my swords tighter, and the blades reacted—flaring to life. The black one hissed and spat fire as if eager for more blood, while the golden one sang with a divine hum, pulsing like a heartbeat.One of the larger demons roared and charged. A mountain of muscle and spikes, it held a flail made from linked skulls. With a howl that shook the dead towers, it brought the weapo
COMING FOR THE THRONE
The moment I landed, Hell welcomed me like a breath of poison.The air was thick—choking with sulfur, scorched ashes, and the scent of ancient blood. The sky above was a burning scar of red and black, swirling with storm clouds that bled fire. Lightning cracked through it, but it wasn’t ordinary lightning—it was alive, screaming with tortured souls every time it struck the molten ground.Everywhere I looked, there were hellish structures—twisted spires of obsidian, towers forged from bone and black steel, bridges hanging by chains over rivers of lava, and demonic creatures crawling along the walls like oversized insects. The architecture looked like it had been designed to inflict madness on the mind. There were no right angles, no symmetry—just chaos given form.But it was the castle that caught my eye.It rose in the distance, colossal and ominous, almost scraping the bleeding sky. The thing looked like it had been built from the carcasses of fa
ASCENSION
Smoke curled in thick, choking tendrils across the scorched air. Everything around me was burning—stone reduced to ash, walls collapsed into rubble, the air itself trembling with heat and fury. Somewhere in the distance, something groaned—a piece of the ruined chamber still collapsing under its own weight.“John…”A voice, distant and muffled, pierced the haze like a shard of ice.“John, wake the fuck up—”The world tilted violently. My head throbbed like it had been split open by a goddamn mountain. My eyes fluttered, dry and heavy as stone, and I blinked against the blinding light. Everything was blurry. Just shapes… fire… smoke… ruins. All of it drifting in and out like a dream I couldn’t hold onto.The pain… God, the pain.My skull pulsed with every heartbeat, like a drumbeat from hell itself. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe right. All I remembered was—Lucenzo.That final, monstrous blow.That
Tug Of War
The chamber couldn’t hold him.Lucenzo took one more step forward, and the ground split apart beneath him. Stone shattered like glass. Pillars that had stood for centuries crumbled to dust, the pentagram beneath his feet pulsing like a beating heart of fire and blood. The walls groaned. Then cracked. Then exploded outward as if the realm itself rejected his presence.The infernal wind howled louder—alive, tearing through the air like the wail of a thousand tormented souls. Chains snapped from the walls and whipped around the room like metal vipers. Hellfire poured from the ceiling, raining down in molten arcs, scorching everything it touched.“MOVE!” I shouted, grabbing Lilith’s arm and yanking her back just as a flaming chunk of debris slammed into where she’d stood.But Lucenzo barely noticed. His eyes were locked on us with a hunger that made my blood freeze.Morgana cackled behind him, still bound in chains, but glowing with sick joy.
THE ARRIVAL OF LUCENZO
Lilith stood frozen, her face pale, disbelief carved deep into every feature. Her lips parted, and in a breathless whisper, she muttered, “So… John was right about you all along.”I smirked, folding my arms as pride laced my voice. “Yes, I was. And I’ll admit—I’m proud of that.”Morgana laughed—sharp and cruel as she gazed at me. “Of course you were. You figured out my plan the moment I arrived last night...”'she paused, turning her gaze to Lilith. “Unlike you, dear sister… you’ve become so dull and foolish since the day you escaped from Hell.”Her words struck like venom, and something in me snapped.My jaw clenched, and without a word, I raised my hand. The demonic chains responded instantly, glowing with an infernal red light before igniting in hellfire. Flames raced along the length of the chains, searing into Morgana’s flesh. She screamed—a shrill, agonized sound that echoed off the chamber walls.I walked closer, lowering my voice,
Secret Exposed
The only path to real answers now… was watching Morgana. Closely. If she made one wrong move, showed even the faintest sign of betrayal or suspicious intent, I wouldn’t hesitate. She’d be dead before she realized what hit her. I knew it wouldn't be during the day. If she was part of Lucenzo’s plan, the only time she'd dare act would be when we were all asleep—when the house was quiet, and the shadows stretched longer than usual. That would be the moment she’d make her move. If she ever did. I turned away from the mirror, thoughts heavy, and crossed the room. The bed creaked slightly as I sat down on the edge, then laid back fully, arms spread, my eyes fixed on the ceiling above me. I should be making plans— Planning how to break into hell. How to get past Lucenzo’s legions. How to storm his twisted throne and destroy everything he’s built. How to free Lucifer from Nexumbra, the prison dimension meant for the most powerful beings in the infernal realm. But here I was… Lying i
