The Demon Lord's Bride (BL)
Chapter 450: Until death won’t do us part

Chapter 450: Until death won’t do us part

At the risk of sounding like a total brat, I huffed and turned my head toward D’Ara, who chuckled in response.

"Yes; since our bride seems to be impatient to start, let’s do this quickly."

Oof--she got me. I bit my lips and looked down to hide my embarrassment. Honestly, even though I really wanted to, I couldn’t bring myself to look at Natha, because...

Why did he have to be telling me all of that now?! In front of everyone?! He should have saved it and said it to me later when it was just the two of us. Gosh--and he said he couldn’t think of anything to say...

How long would his prepared speech be then?

"Shall we start?" D’Ara asked, and I unconsciously straightened my back even more.

Pressing her thumb on the base of our ring finger, her eyes glowed. The wind felt like they were suddenly stopping. I couldn’t feel the breeze, but the swirling rainbow moved, parting ways so we could see the blue sky above the tower for the first time.

I looked up in awe; at the feeling of the world standing still. Immediately, I was reminded of the progenitor’s abode; the world of eternity.

[Today] the vampire’s red lips parted, and words from ancient times flew as mana traveled along my fingers. [The land and the sky shall bear witness]

I let out a gasp--the magic contained in each syllable seeped into my blood vessel and astral vein, coiling around my circuit, and rushed toward my heart and mana core. The feeling was familiar, like the essence of Amrita running through his system. But being familiar didn’t make it feel any less intense.

[Engraved in your souls as your past, present, and future twined]

"Ha--"

The spell struck my heart and mana core, and I suddenly remembered what Lesta told me about the making of his bond;

Carving the spell into his heart.

"Ghh--"

Oh, Mother--it felt like the magic was scribbling into my heart and soul. If this was only an imitation of the real Eternal Mark, what kind of pain did Lesta endure at that time?

But the realization came to me then; this was just an imitation, a fraction. I should be able to endure it.

[Your heart, your soul, your lifetime]

I looked up and saw Natha; his brows were furrowed deeply, and his lips formed a stiff, straight line. His hand twitched, as if he wanted to reach out to me. But if he felt what I felt, then he wouldn’t be able to move. It might not be very painful, but it was so overwhelming that this was the extent of what I could do; looking at him.

[You will share them for your eternity, where death shall never be your parting]

The magic took hold entirely, and I was lost inside his eyes. Drowning. Drowning in the stories I read through his little notebook. Drowning in the misery he endured for getting loathed for something he didn’t ask to be born with. Drowning in the feeling of hopelessness and eventual numbness.

Drowning in the snow, and the light of emerald sparkles. Drowning in the warmth he had never felt before; the warmth that eroded all the fears swirling around his existence.

It was beautiful.

"Ah..."

Was that...how he saw me?

"Sweetheart..."

I gasped and the silver eyes were right in front of me. I didn’t know when, but D’Ara had let go of our hands. To be exact, she had put our hands together, and let her magic take its course. As I raised our intertwined fingers, I could see the sign of our oath.

With the mark that we made on the base of our ring fingers, the rune was spreading to coil around our ring fingers, and branching out to our wrists, where I could feel our pulse beating together.

"Oh..."

Oh, what to do? I wanted to cry.

"And now," D’Ara leaned down to whisper near my ears, startling me. She gave me a teasing smile and continued with a louder voice. "I pronounce you husbands for eternity."

Husbands. Oh. I looked up at the demon who had been holding me tightly since earlier. He was no longer my fiance. He was my husband.

"Can I kiss my pretty husband, now?" he asked; seemed like he had gotten over whatever made him frozen earlier.

"Do whatever you want."

And he did. He did whatever he wanted, which was to kiss me as if he hadn’t kissed me for eternity. I couldn’t blame him, though. It had been days, and weeks since we last kissed, and everything felt even longer after experiencing the lifetime that bind us together now. I could feel his yearning and heard his heartbeats, the way he could feel me now.

It was wonderful--Mother, it was wonderful!

"Jade want to see! Jade want to see!"

Eventually, what pulled me back to the surface was my child’s voice, which reminded me that I was in front of the whole crowd! In front of my child! My children!

I gasped and turned to look at the audience; at Jade whose eyes were covered by Zia and Zarfa, at Ignis who scoffed and flicked its tail on Izzi’s shoulder and--oh...I looked up and saw the mechanical birds dutifully recorded everything.

"Nightmare, stop hogging Papa!" Jade yelled loudly, and then, as then, as if on cue, the space was filled with the screeching harmony of the swirling rainbow.

The elemental birds were singing, flapping their wings and rained us with multicolor feathers. The sound of a giggling little boy joined the symphony and the colorful petals joined the falling feathers. Perching back there, Vrida howled into the sky, and everyone erupted with the sounds of whistling and applause.

"Haha..." Natha chuckled and oh...as I saw his face, I could see how happy he was. The silver eyes curled and gleamed in soft light under the rainbow confetti. There was no longer tension in his face, and a blush was spreading on his cheek.

Mother--my husband is so beautiful.

I couldn’t help myself but lean forward to give the reddened cheek a brief peck. We looked at each other and I ended up laughing at his silly stunned expression. He chuckled again and hugged me tight against Jade’s wish.

"My sweetheart," he whispered, pressing his lips on my temple. "My love," he pulled back and held my hand, the one with our identical mark, and kissed the base of my ring finger. "My husband."

I pressed my lips to prevent myself from screaming in excitement and embarrassment. I felt like I might explode soon, but fortunately, my child saved me.

"Papa!" Jade shouted loudly for who knows how many times now, and managed to slip out of my bridesmaid’s arms to run at me. The little boy jumped and latched onto my legs, laughing. "Papa! Papa so happy!"

Oof--I forgot this child could sense my emotions. But well...what else could I feel but happiness anyway?

Natha peeled Jade off my legs and carried him, asking curiously. "Tell me how happy he is?"

"Soo~ happy!" Jade stretched his arms wide. "Papa is full of flowers!"

"Oh? Is that why you’ve been sprinkling flowers since earlier?"

"Yes!"

Perhaps because he felt how happy I was, Jade didn’t mind answering Natha cheerfully. Thinking about how the boy had scolded Natha earlier, I laughed at how amusing it was. It made me even happier, and I was suddenly getting tackled by two excited screaming girls.

"Vaaal!"

My bridesmaid and my best friend hugged me and rubbed my cheeks.

"Aaah, look at you blushing all pretty!" Zarfa laughed and squeezed my cheeks even more. "And you said you won’t be able to get married."

Ugh--I mean...who would think about marriage when they weren’t even sure they could reach adulthood?

"It’s okay now if you want to cry," Zia said with a giggle, making me puff my cheeks in embarrassment. I didn’t want to cry, though. I felt so happy that I could scream at the top of my lungs and dance around the garden.

"Hey, hey--I want to hug him too," Aina tugged Zarfa’s clothes.

"Me too, me too!" Arta said with a laugh behind them--even though she was the one who with last before the ceremony--and before I knew it, there was a line appearing behind Aina who was already opening his arms asking for a hug.

Laughing again, I hugged the researcher and then Arta, and Angwi came to give me a warm, long hug. She caressed my hair gently before letting me go and disappeared to prepare for the feast down there.

Afterward, the vassals came to me together. Except for Arta and Opti, they held themselves and merely congratulated me so as to not incur Natha’s glare. Lesta patted my shoulder and I could see how he was working hard to run away from D’Ara’s gaze. I heard from Arta that D’Ara had been smothering her new ’son-in-law’ and the demon was feeling overwhelmed--but more on than later.

For the first time in our encounter, I finally saw Malta’s lips stretched in a wide smile, not just a subtle one. Honestly, I felt kind of honored to receive that. Haikal was as firm as usual, and if it wasn’t for his slightly reddened eyes, I would think he was here to attend a government meeting or something. Meanwhile, Caba was crying so much his eyes got swollen. He congratulated me with a bow before going to Natha and cried even more. Gosh...our dog--I mean wolf--sure was adorable.

And then I saw Amarein, reaching out her hands to cup my face. "My beautiful Prince; my adorable nephew," she said warmly, so gently like a spring breeze, with glazed eyes and a soft smile.

"Aunty..."

She leaned forward and gave me a soft kiss on my forehead. "May you be happy for eternity."

Oh, I am. I already am.