Devouring Monarch: Rebirth of the Profane Phoenix - Chapter 282

Chapter 282: Royal Marriage – The Day Before
Asura stepped towards the door, his eyes narrowing with a feeling of irritation growing inside his chest. These bastards were not only trying to interrupt his quality time with Xavida. But they wished for her to return to that hell.

‘I will tear them apart.’

[Our unit will be there within ten minutes, commander! Please wait.]

[Good.]

Asura looked up and grinned, the flaming sword vibrating in the air.

“Let’s get this over with.”

With a flicker of magic, Asura twisted the doorknob, flinging the door open to reveal the group of seven men. In a heartbeat, he snapped his fingers, unleashing a blade of explosive black fire towards them, the air crackling with the imminent clash.

In the brief space of time between the door opening and his attack, the men had less than a second to react. Only one reacted in time to counterattack. The central member, a man in his thirties, raised his hand to intercept the blast of flames with an orb of water.

“Huh?”

However

Bang!

The magic collided with the man, and a massive explosion tore through the entire room as the magic flared up. The flames hungrily consumed the man and exploded outwards like a bomb.

The blast was so large that it ripped the corridor apart; the men, the table, and the chairs disintegrated instantly. The entire hotel shook in the aftermath, and a thundering bang echoed in the distance.

“Che.”

Asura clicked his tongue and stepped forward into the damaged corridor, stepping through the smoking remains of the furniture. He felt a sense of disappointment that everyone died, expecting more from a stage eight warrior.

Then he felt a sudden breeze, and the impact collided with his face. The wind was so strong it flung him across the hallway and into the wall at the end.

Asura raised his head and spat out a mouthful of blood. His head ached, and he saw his vision spin, but he was still alive.

“Oh? You survived, lover boy?” The male was strange, his head with two twisted horns, not a dragon but a demon, black armour similar to Asura’s in the past before he completely dominated the Devouring monolith.

“Nice punch, it tickled.”

Asura grinned and clenched his fist, his aura flaring up once more, and his eyes narrowed. The man opposite him was the strongest member and a Stage Eight. His power was astonishing. He was probably a commander or someone who answered directly to Xavida’s uncle.

The male with black hair rushed forward, his stance and guard solid. He threw a series of punches and kicks towards Asura, who sidestepped them using his tail and wings to bat away his feet.

“Your defence is still weak; you’ve spent too much time on the front lines killing beasts,” the male said, swinging his leg in an arc.

Asura grinned, sliding to the side before smashing into the man’s abdomen with a flaming fist, his speed and power greater than the male. “Thanks for the advice. You should spend more time-fighting real enemies instead of bullying the weak from that fat moron.”

The male paused before roaring, his entire body vibrating as his aura and pressure increased.

“Don’t defy our leader!”

“Defy him? I’ll kill him! And after that, I’ll get rid of anyone else that stands in mine or Xavida’s way,” Asura said, stepping forward, his posture tensed, lifting his arms with both fists like a fighter, the pair facing off against each other.

Asura enjoyed fighting his enemies in the same way they fought, crushing them with their most powerful skills or techniques to crush their willpower. He could see it in their eyes, their hesitation and doubt.

This man was no exception.

“I see. It seems you are serious about marrying her. But if that’s the case, then we have no choice. But to kill you!”

“She already carries my child! It’s too late!” Asura said, raising his middle finger and shaking his head, laughing.

The man paused, his eyes widened. “You can’t be serious; that’s impossible.”

Asura stepped forward, and the male blocked a lightning-fast strike, but he was too slow. A fist empowered with his phoenix flame of destruction smashed into his cheek, the blow crackling through the air as it approached, throwing him back. The attack was so powerful that the man’s cheek sizzled and boiled from the heat, his skin peeling apart from the flaming fist.

“AAARRRGGGHHH!!!”

The male screamed as the wound blistered and bubbled, his cheek boiling rapidly, and he rolled across the floor in agony. Asura clicked his tongue and moved forward, drawing back his arm.

“Don’t wake her.”

Bang!

Another fist, this time his right, then a left! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three consecutive blows crashed into the man’s head so fast that only the booming noises were heard.

The man’s screams were cut short, and he fell silent. Yet Asura didn’t stop punching; his fists continued to slam into the man’s face, the hatred in Asura’s heart so great he lost control, almost punching through the reinforced flooring.

A few minutes passed, and finally, he stopped. Bloody and bruised, the man was barely recognisable. Yet Asura smiled because a communication device vibrated, the caller no one else but Xavida’s uncle. “Oi, fat old man, I’m coming for you. I’ve already seeded your lovely niece. Next, I will give her the world.”

He felt his aura flare up in his chest once more, his black flames rising to the surface, and he clicked his fingers. “Oh, and don’t worry about these guys; they’re dead.”

Asura’s flames rose in a pillar, burning each of the bodies, melting their flesh, bone and any residue, leaving nothing remaining after her uncle cut the call straight away.

“Good riddance,” Asura muttered as he turned around, heading back towards the hotel room where Xavida slept, and he could not wait to take her back home.

“Asura…”

However, the lovely woman stood watching him, a gentle smile on her lips as she wore a black nightdress and stroked her stomach. “Xavida, I…”

“Shh, I know. You did it for me, right?” she replied, raising her arm and caressing his bloodied cheek. The pair gazed into each other’s eyes. “Thank you; I thought you might have forgotten.”

“You don’t need to ask. I will make sure you can return home,” Asura said without a word before carrying her back to the bed, laying her down, and diving under the covers.

Asura pressed his head against her stomach and hugged her tightly.

“Let’s have some fun tonight, Xavi.”

****

The next morning, Asura awoke first, his body aching from the previous night, but he ignored it because there was now only a single day before he would be married to the princess.

[We have cleared the scene and disposed of any remains, and the hotel reimbursed, Commander!]

[Good work, Ignis]

Asura grinned, speaking telepathically to the voice in his mind. He then turned to see Xavida still asleep, her face like an angel and her silver and pink hair covering half of it. She looked like a fairy.

‘I hope our children look like her.’

Asura’s lips curled up as he looked down at her stomach and traced his finger across it, whispering. “I will give you the world, my little angel.”

“Mm…. no angel…. dragon.”

Asura pulled back for a second before her lovely eyes opened up, and she pounced on him, biting his cheek with a loud giggle. “Just joking.”

“Bite me all you want, but we have to prepare for the wedding,” Asura replied.

Xavida shook her head and shifted forward, pressing her forehead against his. They held each other tightly, not wanting to let go. “No, you must marry me first, not her!”

“Is that jealousy, princess?”

“No! She’s not even as cute as me,” Xavida replied, and the two of them shared a passionate kiss.

He relished in the soft flick of her tongue, the sweet taste of her lips filling his mouth, but he couldn’t change the future.

The pair shared a romantic breakfast, feeding each other and enjoying the rising sun from their room balcony before leaving the room and stepping through the repaired doorframe.

Asura paused as Xavida gripped his arm, looking up at him with a soft smile, the scent of her body filling his nose with vanilla. “Asura, thank you for today. I know you did it because I was jealous and kept causing trouble.”

“Oh? Is that the truth?”

“Maybe,” she replied, winking and kissing him on the cheek before slipping on her sunglasses as the sunlight enveloped them both.

Asura grinned and walked towards the main road. He thought nothing complicated like she thought.

‘I just wanted to spend the night and have sex with you, Xavi.’

Asura chuckled to himself before they climbed into a carriage heading towards their shared mansion. He didn’t want to make Xavida walk more today. He noticed her limping slightly and worried it might grow worse. “Xavi, let’s take the carriage.”

“Nn, you are too gentle.”

“Yes, that’s why you love me.”

Asura pressed his palm against her belly, and the carriage moved.

The feeling of last night lingered in their bodies as Xavida leaned against his chest, feeling the gentle beat of his heart and listening to its steady rhythm.

“Asura…you should destroy my uncle’s empire. It is corrupt. You can do it. I believe in you.”

“I will, but I’ll save that for later,” Asura replied as he closed his eyes. “For now, just seeing you smile is enough for me.”

With the loud clattering of hooves and the city’s noises passing them, the pair fell into a light slumber while holding each other tightly.