The Devil's Son and His Fated Bride
Chapter 106: Disappointing kill test II

Chapter 106: Disappointing kill test II

A sickening chorus of creaking, snapping bones echoed through the dungeon’s chamber.

Ren’s stomach twisted. The hair on her arms stood up. Something was wrong. Horribly wrong. Was he mutating? Her mind raced. ’Did I make a mistake?’

Splash!

The creature’s skull erupted with a visceral pop, spraying the walls – and them– in blood and chunks of brain matter sprayed on the floor. A scarlet mist clung to the air. Ren staggered back, her face slick with gore, her heart slamming against her ribs.

The vampire’s body, now headless, remained standing, trembling as if possessed. Then, without warning, its stomach began to swell, bloated, and tight like something was alive inside.

"Fuck, back off!" Arkilla shouted, panic shaking her voice as she stumbled away from the next blow.

They all scrambled back, retreating far enough to avoid whatever grotesque finale might come next.

Another wet explosion!

The sound echoed off the dungeon walls like a thunderclap, followed by a fresh downpour of blood and decay. It splattered the floor in thick streaks, painting the stone with carnage.

"Hell, this is disgusting," one of the guards muttered, barely holding back the urge to retch. His face had gone pale, and his lips pressed tight.

Ren didn’t flinch. Her gaze lowered to the mangled corpse, her eyes were dull and unreadable. "It was starving," she said, voice devoid of emotion. "The poison and silver reacted quickly once it hit the bloodstream. I don’t even need to dissect it to find out. The results are obvious."

A heavy silence followed. No one moved. No one spoke. They simply stared at her, stunned, not by the gore, but by her.

She wasn’t satisfied!

What? Why?

Arkilla blinked in disbelief. "My Luna... the pink one just melted a vampire."

Ren shook her head. "A weak, starving one. Their commanders won’t send cannon fodder into the final battles. They’ll feed their vampires, and make sure they’re strong. And I doubt this version can kill a mutated giant... or anything remotely evolved."

Her voice was calm, and thoughtful, as if she were discussing weather patterns, not death.

"We need a stronger subject," she said, eyes now gleaming with purpose. "Do we have any more... formidable vampires locked up?"

Ren turned to Siamon, who stood quietly nearby, observing and scribbling notes with mechanical precision.

"No," he said, without looking up. "All of them are like this one, undernourished, unstable."

"Then kill them all," Ren said flatly. Her voice held no hesitation, only steel. "We can’t afford the risk of keeping them here."

That edge in her tone wasn’t just about strategy. Since the revelation of a traitor in Alvonia, something in her had cracked. The trust had become a luxury she couldn’t afford. Knowing that her husband had opened Thegara’s borders to wandering outsiders—strangers with unknown pasts—only deepened her unrest. She didn’t know who was pure anymore. Or who could be turned?

Kai shifted beside her. "Should we move to the next cell?" he asked, his voice low, almost hopeful. He walked ahead and cleaned her face with the handkerchief in his pocket. A silent plea lingered in the air: ’Say no. Just for tonight. Come rest. Come back to me.’

"Yes," Ren replied without looking at him. "I can’t sleep unless I test it on a mutated one."

Kai’s jaw tensed. He clenched his fists, nails digging into his palms.

’After that, you come to our room willingly... or I’ll carry you there if I have to.’

Ren batted her eyes, catching his silent threat.

’I told you not to pity me. I’m not some fragile glass.’

Kai scowled, heart hammering against the walls of his chest. ’I’m not pitying you... I’m...’

But he didn’t finish the sentence. He couldn’t. The words clawed at his throat, too tender, too raw, too real. Kai rolled his eyes, the gesture more weary than annoyed. I’m worried about my wife...the one who keeps pretending I’m invisible.

Ren felt the heat of his frustration radiating behind her. She was well aware of the hunger that still simmered between them, the need that used to feel like fire in their veins. But since the mating bond had been severed, the intensity had dulled, now it was a manageable ache instead of a blaze. Still, she felt it when he was near, humming beneath her skin like a secret trying to be remembered.

But there were truths she couldn’t let surface, secrets she had buried so deeply even her own heart ached with their weight. If Kai’s father ever learned the truth... if he knew what she had done to protect them both, no, her tongue had to remain silent. Even from the man she loved.

Later, as the group entered the next chamber, Siamon moved ahead, dispatching the last of the lesser vampires with a silent efficiency. He used one of the new swords which was freshly honed and coated in pure silver. The creatures shrieked, but their deaths were swift. No mercy or hesitation embraced their doomed fate.

Then, they reached the final cell.

The air changed and thickened, as they approached the last containment zone. Inside, the mutated vampire stirred, its massive body twitching in the shadows. They shattered the clay bottle before him. Blood pooled beneath it like a dark offering.

Siamon lingered by the door, eager not to miss a second. He’d been waiting to witness how the giant devil would react, to see what kind of horror they were truly up against. Could the poison work on this one?

"His skin’s gotten thicker," Agara murmured, eyes narrowed as she pointed toward the creature’s chest. The pale, patchy hide had toughened, and grown leathery, resembling hardened armor more than flesh or skin.

"More like a second skin," she added, tension lacing her voice. "And it’s not just for show. That thing’s built to survive what the others couldn’t."

The beast stood eerily still, shackled to the wall like a nightmare caught mid-breath. It ignored the blood on the ground! Damn! Yet its glowing eyes never strayed from Ren. It watched her with unsettling focus like it was studying her, crafting a strategy to strike, to drag her into its maw the moment it was free. It wanted her, not the blood carpeting the floor.

Ren’s jaw tensed as she narrowed her gaze. "Lutherieth isn’t a fool. He knows his army has weaknesses... and he’s already making a second move to cover them. I doubt regular Fae blood can make such a beast. That vampire must be a noble."

Kai’s teeth ground together at the sound of that name. Lutherieth.

The way she said it, so clinical, so focused, it clawed at him. Could she not just pay attention to him? ’It stings every time you say his name, he thought bitterly.’

That tongue, the one meant only for him, to worship, to whisper, to love, and to kiss, shouldn’t speak of another man. Not even an enemy. Ren heard him and let a wicked chuckle echo in his mind.

’Are you jealous, husband?’

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