Chapter 366: Episode 364: You Belong to Me!

Roxy completely froze.

He had found her. The literal god of this universe had materialized in her sanctuary, completely bypassing the heavy iron gates of the Manor and the heightened senses of the continent’s most lethal predators.

Torian let out a deafening, chest-rattling roar. Zarek’s massive, heavily scarred arms flexed, his draconic aura flaring with an unholy, blistering heat that began to rapidly melt the frost on the boulders. They were entirely prepared to rip this arrogant, silver-eyed stranger to shreds.

But Roxy knew the absolute, devastating truth. Claws and fangs could not kill a demon. If her mates attacked Abaddon, he would simply erase them from existence with a single blink.

She could not lose another mate. She absolutely refused.

Roxy quickly, fiercely wiped the remaining tears from her cheeks with the back of her freezing hands. Her brilliant green eyes hardened into a mask of pure, uncompromising matriarchal steel.

She stepped out from the protective shadow of the Dragon King.

The absolute second she moved past the line, a chorus of deep, terrifyingly feral growls erupted from the Alpha Kings. Zarek immediately reached out to grab her arm, his golden eyes wide with frantic, protective warning.

“Stop,” Roxy commanded, raising her hand and looking back at her mates. “I will be fine. Do not attack him.”

“Roxy, get back here!” Torian snarled, his fangs fully bared as he glared at the unearthly entity standing in the snow.

“I said, stop!” Roxy repeated. “He is a demon, Torian. He can’t kill me in the first place, otherwise he wouldn’t have bothered with a wager. So you should all relax.”

She turned her back to the Architect for a brief, incredibly vulnerable second. She looked deeply into the terrified, furious eyes of her husbands. She had just broken their hearts with the truth of her arrival, but her love for them was the absolute, undeniable anchor of her soul.

“I will not let any harm come to you,” Roxy swore softly, her voice thick with a fierce, terrifying devotion. “I lost Ren. I am not losing the rest of you.”

“Oh, please.”

Abaddon’s voice dripped with absolute, unfiltered disgust. He rolled his eyes, dramatically throwing his pale hand up into the air.

“I completely despise the affection you show for these characters,” Abaddon interrupted, his tone laced with a sickening, condescending pity. “It is painfully domestic. You are a transmigrated anomaly holding the very fabric of this reality in your hands, and you are weeping over a well written piece.”

Roxy spun around, her fists clenched so tightly her nails bit into her palms. The sheer, cosmic invalidation of her family violently ignited her rage.

“They are not characters!” Roxy shouted, her voice echoing sharply against the icy stream. “They are my family!”

Abaddon let out a heavy, exaggerated sigh, rolling his eyes again. He clearly had absolutely no interest in debating the sentience of the gods own creations. He decided to completely change the topic, his lips curving into a slow, mockingly sympathetic smile.

“I know that you are feeling incredibly lost at what to do now because of these fledgelings,” Abaddon purred smoothly, taking a slow, floating step forward over the snow. “The burden of leadership, the grief of the trickster… it must be so exhausting for a fragile human. So, I have come to comfort you.”

“Mind your own damn business,” Roxy cut him off instantly, her voice a lethal, vibrating blade. She glared directly into his unearthly eyes, utterly refusing to cower. “We had a deal after all. Leave them out of this.”

Abaddon’s flawless smile tightened. A dark, terrifying flicker of genuine irritation crossed his face. He did not like being interrupted, and he certainly did not like being dismissed by his own plaything.

“A deal you shouldn’t be telling these…”

Abaddon trailed off, intending to hurl another degrading insult at the Vanguard. But before the word could leave his lips, Roxy tossed him a glare that made him actually paused.

For a single, microscopic fraction of a second, the Architect swallowed.

It wasn’t fear. It was a profound, startling realization that the soul standing before him was completely, wildly untamed. Her willpower was entirely unscripted, bleeding through the boundaries of his digital sandbox.

Roxy lifted her chin, pressing her advantage.

“It’s a deal between you and I,” Roxy stated. She gestured sharply back to her five mates. “They are married to me. They have a right to know what is hunting their family.”

Zarek could no longer contain the violent, territorial instincts burning in his draconic blood.

The towering King of the Dragons stepped forward, completely ignoring Roxy’s previous command to stand down. He stepped directly in front of his Queen and violently pushed Roxy behind his broad back to completely shield her from the Architect’s view.

“And what concerns her, concerns us too,” Zarek rumbled. His deep voice vibrated with a raw, apocalyptic hellfire, his golden eyes locked onto the red-eyed demon with killing intent.

Abaddon’s eyes narrowed into lethal, unforgiving slits.

The amusement entirely vanished from his unearthly face. The sheer audacity of a beast stepping up to challenge its creator was an insult he absolutely would not tolerate.

“How utterly tiresome,” Abaddon whispered.

The Architect didn’t raise his hand. He didn’t cast a visible spell. He simply glared at the Dragon King.

Instantly, the dark red mist that had accompanied his arrival violently flared to life. It surged out from the hem of his purple robes like a nest of striking vipers, moving with speed directly toward Zarek. It wasn’t meant to kill; it was meant to completely paralyze and crush the Dragon’s spine into a humiliating, agonizing submission.

Roxy saw the crimson tendrils shooting toward her husband.

Without a single microsecond of hesitation, Roxy lunged sideways. She threw her entire body weight directly into the path of the anomaly, physically jumping in front of the towering Dragon Alpha.

“Roxy!” Zarek roared in absolute terror as she moved out of his shadow.

The dark red mist completely missed the Dragon King. Instead, the freezing, suffocating tendrils violently curled around Roxy’s waist and throat.

The impact knocked the breath entirely from her lungs. The mist possessed the immovable, crushing density of solid iron chains. Before her mates could even surge forward to grab her, the mist violently retracted.

With a sharp, terrifying yank, Roxy was ripped off her feet. She flew through the freezing night air, completely paralyzed, and was slammed directly into the solid, unyielding chest of the Architect.

The red mist immediately dissolved, leaving her trapped against his opulent purple robes.

Roxy gasped, her head snapping up. Her face was completely trapped just an inch away from his own bewitching, terrifyingly flawless features.

Abaddon looked down at her, a dark, twisted, and entirely depraved hunger violently igniting in his gaze.

Before Roxy could even turn her head away in disgust, the Architect leaned down. He opened his mouth, his impossibly pale tongue darting out. He deliberately, slowly licked her bottom lip, tasting the cold sweat and the sheer, unadulterated panic on her skin.

Roxy violently shuddered, her stomach heaving with absolute revulsion.

Abaddon pulled back just a fraction, a sickeningly dark purr vibrating in his chest.

“Mhm…” Abaddon whispered, his metallic voice dropping into a dark, guttural octave. “I just love the taste of your reckless defiance! It turns me on!”

“ROXY!” Kaelen bellowed.

The five warlords completely lost their minds. The air was violently displaced by the horrific, bone-cracking sound of five simultaneous shifts.

They lunged forward as a singular, unstoppable wave of absolute, unadulterated slaughter, entirely prepared to tear the demon limb from limb.

But as the colossal Dragon’s jaws snapped down toward the Architect’s head…

Abaddon simply vanished.

He didn’t dodge. He didn’t fight back. He completely dissolved into a shower of red mists, instantly dropping Roxy onto the snow-covered riverbank.

The Vanguard crashed into the empty space, their massive claws and fangs tearing through nothing but the freezing winter air. Zarek roared in absolute, frustrated fury, his draconic eyes frantically scanning the dark tree line for the silver-eyed devil.

But the Architect was gone.

However, his voice remained. It echoed from the sky, from the rushing water, and from the very stones beneath their feet, reverberating everywhere with a cold, terrifying, and absolute cosmic ownership.

“Let me not spoil your nice time together,” Abaddon’s disembodied voice mocked, ringing with sadistic, chilling amusement. “No matter how many of them you own, remember… you belong to me, little one.”

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