My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten - Chapter 268

Chapter 268: Family Affair Part 3
Asher didn’t respond, but his silence spoke louder than any words could. He rarely got angry, not even when opponents taunted him or when his life was on the line.

But when it came to those he cared about, he became someone else—someone far more dangerous.

He prepared to unleash his attack, ready to end it all and be done with it

But before he could strike, Pantheon’s voice echoed.

(Don’t do it. You need him to heal your father in law)

Asher paused, the words sinking in. He understood, but his anger still burned. He needed to vent out his frustration or else…

Pantheon noticed it too—if its partner didn’t get his revenge, it would haunt him later. His dragon blood craved it, and without release, it would never be satisfied.

(Brat .If you want to make him suffer, then torture him instead.)

Those words made sense, and though he normally did not like such things, he found himself willing to make an exception.

The man before him wasn’t just an enemy—he was a disgusting monster, someone who didn’t deserve an ounce of pity.

Meanwhile, Leno could feel it coming. He knew death was inevitable, his end drawing near.

He couldn’t even muster a fraction of power, because some invisible force was holding him back—restricting him.

It was like every metal pole that once pinned him down became stronger, erasing any chance of escape.

But if that was the case, he decided he might as well mess with his opponent’s mind.

Leno’s smirk grew.

“So, you’re her lover, huh? Well, you’ve got good taste.” Leno’s lips curled.

“She always did have a way of catching eyes… Shame I wasn’t able to get her back then. I would’ve taught her to be more submissive”

BOOM!

A punch landed with a sickening thud against his gut, but the force didn’t ricochet off the walls. It settled inside him, each inch of the impact sinking deep.

‘What happened!’ His eyes widened, confusion flashing before blood poured from his mouth .

“BUAHHH!” he coughed again, harder this time.

With a grunt, Leno forced his head up, his smile spreading like a sinister sunrise—bloodied teeth gleaming through the mess of his lips.

“Aren’t you too jealous? It’s not like you knew her back then. Besides, we’re family—”

BOOM!

The words were cut off as another attack hit him square in the chest.

He was dying, blood seeping into the ground, but instead of rage, a twisted laugh escaped him.

“I’m not afraid of death!” he spat out.

Then, without warning, his body was consumed by a green light. It slithered into every wound, every bruise, healing them.

Confusion clouded his mind. But before he could make sense of it, another fist slammed into him.

BOOM!

The force knocked the wind out of him, but the glow flashed bright again.

It healed, fixed the broken pieces just enough to survive the next hit.

BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOM!

His body healed, only to tear apart again, again, and again. He lost track of how many times it happened—and he didn’t care anymore.

“Don’t blame me. Blame your wife for having a body like that. She smells damn good, too. Hell, I wish I could’ve tasted her. How about it? Let me borrow her for a bit before I die,”

He watched Asher’s face for any sign, any shift in emotion. Anything to show he struck a nerve.

But he saw none of that.

No rage. No hatred. Just… nothing.

“I changed my mind,” Asher muttered, shaking his head as he took a step back.

Thanks to pantheon, his mind stayed more reasonable, but it didn’t erase the sting—the disrespect, his wife’s dignity trampled before his eyes.

“So, what are you going to do now?” Leno sneered, his voice rasping with defiance despite the tremors in his body.

“I’m not afraid of death. You can keep torturing me all you want, but nothing will happen. I spent decades here without batting an eye—this is nothing. HAHAHA”

Asher stayed still for a moment, lost in thought.

“I see. So that’s how that spell works,” he murmured, the words slipping out more to himself than anyone else.

Raising his hand, Asher pressed it firmly against the demon’s chest.

Unfazed, the demon kept grinning, the expression wild and unhinged, like a maniac.

He didn’t care if it was another cycle of torture. In fact, he welcomed it. His mind had long since grown numb to pain, and his body adapted.

“Signare Animam.” his voice echoed through the still air, a low chant that vibrated against the very walls of the room.

A burst of white light flickered to life in his palm, radiating a soft, almost ethereal glow.

Leno tensed, bracing himself for the inevitable. He prepared for this moment.

But the pain never came.

‘What was that white light ?’ His confusion grew, until he felt a changed—an uncomfortable sensation.

Not his skin, not his muscles, but his very essence, his soul, was being pulled out of him.

“Stop it !” A strangled cry ripped through him, loud and desperate.

“You told me that you’re not afraid of death, right?”

Asher paused, a slight smile tugging at his lips. “So I’ll do the opposite….I’ll keep you alive forever.”

Leno’s heart hammered in his chest after hearing the word ‘Forever.’

To be trapped, endlessly alive, with no escape, no release—it was worse than any death imaginable.

“Just kill me!” Leno screamed, his voice cracking with desperation.

His words were barely out before the metal poles began to vibrate again, the hum growing louder, threatening to break .

But Asher was faster. He enhanced the power of the poles, and the vibrations ceased abruptly, locking his Leno in place

Now, the demon’s last resort was to self-destruct. He gathered all his remaining power, intent on ending it once and for all.

But the result was the same—the gap in their power was just too wide.

“Lucian, stop him!” his voice broke, panic seeping through every word.

However, his little brother didn’t speak. He just stood there, head lowered, too afraid to say anything that might upset his son-in-law.

Asher might act kind and considerate, but right now, it was clear: it was all a means to an end.

The warm persona he showed people was just a mask, a way to avoid unnecessary trouble.

“Lucian help me!…If you do, I’ll tell you the location of your son! He’s still alive!

The mention of his son hit him like a punch to the gut. His hand clenched into a fist, his jaw tightening as his gaze landed on his big brother.

“Where is he!” he demanded.

Leno’s voice quivered, each word tumbling out in a frantic rush.

“Please…just kill me instead.! I know where he is… I’m the only one who does! If you….if you kill me now, you’ll never find him. You won’t be able to save him!”

Lucian hesitated, his eyes flicking nervously toward his son in law. He knew better than to interfere, but the desperation for answers overpowered his fear.

“Asher, please stop this.” His voice was low, careful, as though testing the waters.

“Let’s just kill him normally, so we can get the information about my son… Lucy’s brother.” There was a slight tremor in his voice, showing his anxiety.

“You don’t need to worry about that,” Asher responded, his voice calm, and reassuring.

He didn’t even glance at Lucian, his attention still on Leno.

“Once I trap his soul, I can go through his memories. It’ll be faster—and more accurate.”

Leno’s thoughts scattered, panic gripping him as the words echoed in his mind. He wanted to scream, to say something—anything—but his captor didn’t give him the chance.

Without warning, his soul was ripped off from his body, and everything around him blurred in a rush of cold, disorienting force.

Asher raised a translucent crystal ball, and in a single motion, sealed the soul inside.

The ball flickered briefly before turning a deep, ominous red.

Seconds passed, and the inside of the crystal ball began to move around.

Slowly, an image took shape—a face, but distorted, smeared with shades of black and red.

“Let me out! Let me out!” Leno’ voice tore through the ball, filled with anger and deep resentment.

Asher raised his hand to inspect the ball, a slow, satisfied smile curling at the corners of his lips. It felt… better than he expected.

Pantheon was right. Watching his opponent trapped, struggling helplessly, was far more satisfying.

“Let me out!”

“Let me out!”

“Let me out!”

His desperate cry bounced against the crystal’s walls, a scream with nowhere to go. His reflection stared back, twisted and small, eternally alone.

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Authors Note;

I’m only posting one long chapter today for a few reasons, but mainly because our city’s been dealing with frequent power outages for the past few days.

Just today, we had nearly a 12-hour outage, and I can’t even sleep with how hot it is.

It’s messing with my schedule, so I’ve got to adjust a bit to keep up with my daily uploads.

Don’t worry, this is just temporary.