My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten - Chapter 265

Chapter 265: Tearing Apart
The door opened, revealing the spacious area on the other side.

“Woah, this place is amazing!” Lariel exclaimed, her eyes widening as she looked around.

No one could argue—it was really something else.

They were royalty, accustomed to elegance and luxury, but this place surpassed anything they had.

The sheer scale, the meticulous detail in every corner, made even their grandest halls in the demon world feel ordinary.

As they settled into their seats, the light reflected off the shimmering surface of the crystallized table, immediately capturing their attention.

The table’s surface flowed with shifting hues of blue and green, undulating like a living current trapped beneath glass.

When they touched it, a jolt of warmth surged through their fingertips—they discovered the table was made of pure energy.

A piece like this alone could cost them their entire tower, but here it sat, a casual centerpiece.

Asher’s wealth was terrifying—a force in its own right—and he didn’t even seem to care.

Above, a ceiling of matching energy crystals cast faint, ethereal patterns across the walls, enveloping the space in a dreamlike ambiance.

At the far end of the table, Asher and Lucy sat close together, with Lucian beside them, his expression serious.

The time for pleasantries was over—now, it was time for business.”

“We need to send a messenger to the Demon World to announce your marriage,” Lucian broke the silence.

“How long would that take?” Asher inquired.

“About a week. But if I go myself, I could handle it in three days,”

“That’s risky. What if they capture you?”

Lucian’s face darkened, though he tried to hide it. He considered the possibility but knew it couldn’t be avoided.

“I’m a Morningstar. And I still have allies there. They won’t kill me without thinking twice—not after you drove Zagan away.”

Asher nodded slowly but added, “Even so, I want to check your condition first. You’re in pain, aren’t you?”

Lucian stiffened, his facade slipping for a moment.

“I’ve been managing,” he admitted, though the strain in his voice told another story.

“Come here. Give me your right hand.” he commanded, motioning Lucian closer.

He obeyed, extending his wrist as Asher placed his hand over it.

Closing his eyes, Asher let his senses follow the flow of energy and magic pathways.

Within a few breaths, a clear 3D image formed in his mind.

The truth emerged quickly—Lucian’s pathways were deteriorating, severely.

If Lucian could unleash 50% of his power before, now the demon king would struggle to reach even 10% without risking death—a consequence of his last, desperate move against Zagan.

Then, Asher saw it.

‘Not just damage,’ he added, his brows furrowing. ‘It’s spreading—a foreign substance, like a virus, eating away at him.’

The black matter writhed within, corrupting everything it touched. At this rate, Lucian wouldn’t last long. It could be a day, a week, or a month—but one thing was certain: death.

Asher let go, his expression grim. “If this continues, you’ll die soon.”

Silence fell, broken only by Theresa’s sharp intake of air. She clutched her chair, panic flickering across her face.

“Please,” she pleaded, her voice trembling, “isn’t there anything you can do?”

“Normal healing won’t work,” he admitted.

Theresa’s face fell as she looked at her husband, who already accepted his fate.

He saw this end coming. He searched—desperately, endlessly—for a cure, but even the most powerful healers in the demon world found no way to save him.

Though, if he was being honest, he hoped his son in law could pull off another miracle.

But that was asking too much—not even a god could be perfect at everything.

Lucian turned to his wife, a faint smile tugging at his lips

“Don’t worry. Now that he’s here, I don’t have to worry anymore.”

Theresa’s chest tightened, her fingers curling into the fabric of her dress.

She tried to smile back, but her lips trembled, and her eyes, already glassy, threatened to overflow.

She knew that look—soft, warm, and laced with goodbye.

Her throat burned with the scream she refused to let out. She had to be strong. For him.

His children were also frozen, their faces a storm of confusion and fear.

Even for demons, the thought of losing their loveones was a blow too heavy to bear.

Lucy’s eyes brimmed with tears, her usual composure cracking as sorrow slipped through.

She bit her lip, struggling to hold back , but a single tear traced down her cheek—silent proof of the ache in her heart

Lucian turned to Asher. “Please… take care of my family.”

“Take care of them yourself. I won’t let you die.'” he declared.

Lucian’s eyes widened. “But… you said I can’t be healed.”

“You can’t,” Asher clarified. “Your magic pathways are too far gone. No amount of healing will fix them.”

Lucian’s voice came out strained, barely more than a whisper. “Then… how?”

“We won’t heal them. We’ll tear them down—every thread, every channel—then build them back, brand new.”

The room seemed to shrink around those bold and crazy claim.

Lucian’s heart pounded, his fingers curling tightly against his palm.

“Tear them down…? Isn’t that just basically killing myself quicker?”

Asher didn’t respond right away. His mind turned over the plan—rebuilding the magic pathways from the ground up.

But Lucian couldn’t use the same method he used.

That path would take too long. And without the void’s resetting ability, one mistake meant death.

But there was another way.

‘The Redthorn family’s method’

The same one they used to forge Lucia’s magic body.

Results would be far from perfect. Lucian’s magic pathways would be weaker, less refined. But… it was safer.

And most importantly, Asher could perform the entire operation himself. That alone would raise the chances of success.

TAP!

TAP!

TAP!

His fingers tapped repeatedly on the table, the only sign of his inner thoughts. “Do you have a family member you hate? ”

Lucian’s eyes narrowed, his lips pressing into a thin line. “I don’t understand… why you’d ask me something like that.”

“Because I need someone related to you by blood to die for your sake.” he didn’t hold back.