My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten - Chapter 247

Chapter 247: A Dangerous Place Part 13
All eyes were on Zagan, each person holding their breath, waiting to see what he would do next.

Even the Demon Kings stayed silent. The arrogance they showed earlier was gone.

They all felt it—the overwhelming gap in their strength. Zagan had hidden his true power far too well.

And now, they understood. This wasn’t just about forcing the Morningstar family into submission.

This was a warning, a message to everyone. They hadn’t come as mere spectators; they were here as witnesses.

To see firsthand what happened to those who dared to challenge his authority.

With all of them watching, no other royal family would dare challenge him. He would claim to everyone that he been lied to and disrespected.

The other Demon Kings could only sigh at Lucy’s foolishness. She could have revealed the truth at a later time, but she chose today—as if she couldn’t wait to die.

“Answer me!” Zagan roared again, his demand going unanswered.

However—

She didn’t budge, her eyes fixed on his without a flicker of hesitation. Not a muscle twitched, not a hint of regret crossed her face.

“You…..” His chest rose and fell. The grinding of his teeth was almost audible.

“You humiliate me. In front of everyone. And you don’t even have the decency to say a damn word?”

The goblets on the obsidian table rattled. Wine sloshed over the rims.

Still, she said nothing.

Zagan reached his limit. His armored fingers curled, digging into the obsidian table. A material meant to be very durable was easily crushed in his grip.

Lucian, sensing the inevitable, stepped in. “We can still—”

“Too late!” Zagan snappep.

Lucian barely managed to summon a blood barrier. It flickered to life at the last second but shattered instantly.

BANG!

The attack landed , hurling Lucian across the room and slamming him into the wall.

A cough rattled out of him, blood streaking from the corner of his mouth. If he weren’t in a weakened state, he could have at least put up a decent fight.

But that was only an “IF.” The reality was that Zagan was far superior to him.

He glanced around, his eyes landing on the faces of his family.

Some cried out in fear, their hands covering their mouths as they stepped back.

They weren’t just afraid for his sake—they also feared for themselves.

If Zagan’s wrath wasn’t appeased, he wouldn’t stop at Lucian. He would wipe them all out.

Panic set in. Lucy’s sisters fell to their knees, desperation twisting their faces.

Tears streamed down as they clutched at the hem of her dress, unable to let go.

“Lucy, please!” one of them sobbed. “Just apologize!”

Another turned to Zagan, eyes wide with terror.

“Spare us, my lord!” she pleaded, pressing her forehead to the cold floor. “If it’s a wife you want, take me instead! I’ll serve you! We all will!”

More voices joined, overlapping each others “We’ll do anything! Just don’t kill us!”

The once-proud Morningstar family was reduced to begging, throwing themselves at Zagan’s feet like frightened animals.

Unable to endure it any longer, Lucy’s chair scraped against the floor as she sprang to her feet.

“Stop humiliating yourselves!” She stared at them, disappointment clear in her eyes.

“Why are you bowing to him?! Is this what we’ve become?!The other families mock us because you let them! You let them step on us to this point!”

She barely had time to catch her breath before someone challenged her words.

“Enough! We’ve given you everything, and you’re just going to let our family die because of your pride?!” Her mother’s cold glare pinned her in place.

“I…” Lucy faltered, unable to find the words.

“You think words alone will change anything? You stand there, judging us, but do you have the strength to protect us? Do you have the power to stop him?”

Lucy’s hand balled into a fist. She wanted to argue, to say something—anything—but she couldn’t.

At that moment, a memory surfaced, joyful and painful.

Life was so much simpler before, back when she didn’t have to think about power, family, or survival.

Back when all that mattered was being with the one she loved.

That was the life she wanted. Not status. Not strength. Just a quiet, ordinary life with him.

But that life was gone. She watched him die—right before her eyes, a result of her own weakness. Now, her family would face the same fate for the same reason: she wasn’t strong enough.

Biting her lip, she forced herself to stand straight despite how futile it was.

“Just kill me.” She forced the words out, her chest tightening. “Leave them alone. This is my fault, not theirs.”

“Kill you?” Zagan forced a chuckle, his eyes still gleaming with irritation. “You might have lost your virginity but your body still has its uses.”

Her skin crawled as his disgusting eyes scanned her.

The way his gaze lingered on her felt like it was peeling away at her clothing, each second making her feel more exposed, more violated.

A creepy grin spread across his face. “I’ll make sure to use that sinful body of yours… until you start begging for death,”

“You’re sick!,” she spat out, her voice filled with contempt. “You think you can break me with your words?”

“Oh, you’ll break, all right… But not by my words.” His laugh was low, cruel, and his eyes reflected a darkness far worse than anger. It was lust, and the urge to completely destroy both her body and will to resist.

A cold sweat ran down Lucy’s back as she imagined the horrors he would do to her. He wouldn’t just violate her; he would do something far worse.

She would rather die than become his slave.

“And for lying to me…” He lifted a single finger. “I’ll make you watch as I kill your family—one by one.”

Before anyone could react, a wind bullet shot forward, too fast to track.

CRACK!

The sound of her mother’s arm ripping away from her body rang out—an explosion of bone and blood.