Transmigrated as the Villainess Princess - Chapter 115

Chapter 115: The Lord of Darkness
Khaterine, who did not know the devil in front of her, somehow felt a different kind of familiarity with him.

The dinner went smoothly, but Khaterine felt like walking on thin needles.

The long dining table adorned with golden plates and crystal goblets felt too extravagant, and the flickering candlelight cast eerie shadows that danced across the obsidian walls.

The man’s piercing crimson eyes never left her, sending chills down her spine despite his charming smile.

Every time she lifted her fork, she felt his gaze trace her every movement. The clinking of silverware echoed in the vast hall, making her feel even more isolated in his presence.

Just when she thought the night was over, the man suddenly closed the gap between them, rising from his chair without a sound.

His midnight-black robe fluttered as if carried by an invisible breeze. Before she could react, he gently but firmly pulled her towards his arms.

His touch was cold, yet it sent an electric jolt through her body, making her heartbeat quicken. She wanted to resist, but her body felt frozen, and a strange calm washed over her.

Without a word, he held her waist, and in an instant, the surroundings blurred. The suffocating dining hall disappeared, replaced by the crisp night air.

Khaterine blinked, realizing they were now standing on the rooftop of the towering mansion.

The vast expanse of the desolate land stretched before them, bathed in an unsettling crimson glow from the sky above.

Her eyes widened as she finally noticed the bloody moon hanging ominously in the heavens, casting an eerie light over the barren landscape.

The ground below was cracked and lifeless, devoid of any greenery or water, and the sky was cloaked in thick, swirling crimson clouds that seemed to pulse with a sinister energy.

She shivered, the air around her colder than she expected.

“Where are we?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her breath visible in the chill.

The man’s grip on her waist tightened slightly as he gazed at the moon with an unreadable expression.

“We are in Devetrinthon,” he replied, his deep voice resonating through the silence of the night.

“What is this place?” Khaterine’s voice trembled, her mind racing. She had never heard of such a place in her past life, and its unfamiliarity filled her with unease.

The man turned to look at her, his crimson eyes gleaming under the blood-red moon.

“This is my domain, a realm forgotten by time and untouched by mortals. It exists beyond the reach of your world, beyond the reach of life and death.”

His lips curled into a faint smile, though there was no warmth in his expression.

“Devetrinthon is where lost souls wander, where forgotten memories linger, and where time stands still.”

Khaterine felt a lump in her throat. The name itself sent shivers down her spine, and the way he described it made her feel trapped.

She pulled back slightly, but the man’s grip was firm. “Why am I here?” she asked, her voice cracking.

He tilted his head, his gaze never wavering. “Because you belong here,” he said simply.

Khaterine’s eyes widened in disbelief. “What do you mean I belong here? I don’t belong to this… place. I don’t even know you!” Her voice grew louder, desperation creeping in.

The man chuckled softly, though it did little to ease her fear. “Not yet, perhaps. But your soul knows me, Khaterine. And soon, you will remember.”

His fingers traced a gentle line down her arm, sending shivers through her body. “I have waited for you for far too long.”

Khaterine’s mind was a whirlwind of confusion. She tried to recall any memory that could explain this bizarre situation, but nothing came to her. “Who are you?” she demanded.

His crimson eyes locked onto hers, and for a moment, the world around them seemed to freeze.

“I am Zephyrion, the ruler of Devetrinthon, the one who commands the forgotten and the forsaken.”

His voice was calm, yet there was an unmistakable weight to his words. “And you, Khaterine, are the soul I have yearned for across countless lifetimes.”

Khaterine shook her head, stepping back as much as his grip allowed. “No… this can’t be. I don’t know you, and I’m not staying here!”

She tried to push him away, but it was like pushing against a mountain.

Zephyrion’s smile faded, replaced by a solemn expression. “You may not remember now, but you will.

The bond between our souls cannot be severed, no matter how many lifetimes pass.” He raised his hand, and a faint glow surrounded it.

“I brought you here because your fate is intertwined with mine. There is no escaping it.”

Khaterine felt tears well up in her eyes. She was terrified, confused, and overwhelmed. “Please, let me go,” she whispered.

Zephyrion’s expression softened, and he released his hold on her, though he didn’t step back.

“I am not your enemy, Khaterine. I will not keep you against your will. But know this, no matter where you go, our souls will find each other.”

Khaterine took a shaky step back, her mind racing with thoughts of escape. She turned away from him, but before she could take another step, his voice echoed behind her.

“When you remember, you will understand why you can never leave.”

The weight of his words settled heavily on her as she gazed at the desolate landscape below.

She didn’t know what awaited her, but one thing was clear, her fate had taken a turn she could never have anticipated.

Khaterine clenched her fists, trying to steady her breathing as her mind spun with questions and fears.

She refused to believe that her destiny was tied to this unfamiliar realm or this enigmatic man.

Turning to glance at Zephyrion once more, she found him still watching her, his expression unreadable.

Without another word, she turned away and stared at the blood-red moon. Somewhere deep inside her, an unsettling feeling stirred, a faint whisper of recognition she couldn’t explain.

But for now, she pushed it aside, determined to find a way out of Devetrinthon, no matter what it took.