Transmigrated as the Villainess Princess - Chapter 213

Chapter 213: Stagnant
Rohzivaan sat in the solitude of his private chamber, the weight of the revelation pressing against his chest like an iron chain.

His fingers trembled as he traced the scar on his palm, a scar he had earned during a blood oath with Ahcehera, swearing to eradicate the resurgence of the seven demon gods.

And yet, the blood that ran through his veins belonged to one of them.

His mother was not just Fiorensia, the woman who gave birth to him and protected him all his life. She was something else, something far beyond human comprehension.

A being who commanded forces that defied the laws of existence. A demon goddess. His heart pounded in his chest, erratic and uncontrollable.

The world he thought he understood had shattered before his eyes, leaving him adrift in an ocean of uncertainty.

How could he return to Ahcehera now? How could he face her, knowing that the thing they had sworn to destroy was entwined with his own soul?

Rohzivaan clenched his fists. He had spent his entire life fighting for justice, for righteousness, for the balance of power in the universe.

Every decision he had made, every battle he had fought, had been rooted in the belief that he was standing on the right side of history. But now? What was he?

He pressed his fingers to his temples, the overwhelming surge of emotions clawing at his mind.

He had always known his mother was extraordinary the first time they met, always felt the undercurrents of something powerful within her, but he had never imagined it was this.

His breaths were shallow as he recalled every moment of his childhood, every memory that now carried a different meaning.

The way his mother had always seemed in control, always knew more than she let on.

The way she had orchestrated the fall of the Mors Dukedom without anyone ever truly understanding how. The way she had spoken of fate as if she had already seen its threads.

It had all been there. The signs, the subtle hints. And yet, he had been blind.

A shudder ran through his spine as he remembered the stories, the ancient prophecies, the tales whispered in the dead of night about the seven demon gods, beings so powerful they could warp reality itself.

Ahcehera had spent her life studying their history, searching for ways to prevent their return. And now, Rohzivaan carried the blood of one of them.

Would she still look at him the same way? Would she still trust him, knowing he was the child of the people they had vowed to destroy?

He exhaled sharply and pushed himself to his feet, pacing across the chamber. He needed time. He needed space. He needed to figure out what this meant for him, and for his future.

But more than anything, he needed to stay away from Ahcehera. For her sake.

Because if there was even a sliver of a chance that the darkness within him could consume him… if there was a chance that he could become what they had sworn to fight against…

Then he would rather suffer alone than drag her into the abyss with him. Yet no matter how much he tried to push her from his mind, her face haunted him.

The way she smiled, the way her eyes lit up whenever she spoke of their shared dreams. The way she had looked at him with absolute trust when they had made their promise.

Would she hate him now? Would she see him as an enemy? A traitor? His breath hitched at the thought. He wasn’t sure if he could bear it. But he had no choice.

Until he could understand what he was, until he could control the chaos within him, he would not return to her. He would remain in solitude. Even if it meant breaking his own heart.

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Rohzivaan could no longer remain idle in his solitude. The answers he sought would not come from contemplation alone.

He needed to understand the truth, to see for himself what it meant to bear the blood of a demon goddess. And so, with quiet resolve, he ventured into the secret domain of his mother.

The entrance was hidden deep within the ruins of the Mors estate, buried beneath layers of forgotten history.

The place was shrouded in a thick, unnatural mist, the air humming with power that pulsed like a living entity.

His every step echoed against the cold stone walls as he descended into the abyss. At last, he reached the chamber.

It was vast, lined with ancient pillars inscribed with symbols that radiated a deep crimson glow.

In the center, a grand array pulsed with raw energy, its intricate lines weaving across the floor like veins feeding an enormous heart.

Rohzivaan stepped closer, his body reacting instinctively. A surge of something ancient stirred within him, responding to the energy of the array.

He knelt, placing his hand upon the symbols, and in an instant, knowledge flooded his mind. This was how demons cultivated in the interstellar era.

Unlike humans, who relied on physical prowess and genetic enhancements, or celestial beings, who channeled pure energy, demons cultivated through sacrifice and consumption.

They harnessed the remnants of dying stars, absorbed the life force of living beings, and used arrays to amplify their strength. Rohzivaan gritted his teeth.

His mother had mastered this method. She had built an entire domain dedicated to it. And now, that knowledge was flowing into him.

For the first time, he truly understood the depth of Fiorensia’s power. Rohzivaan clenched his fists as the knowledge surged through him, the weight of it pressing against his very soul.

The array beneath him pulsed like a heartbeat, whispering of power, of sacrifice, of a path he never intended to walk.

His mother had built an empire on this foundation, an empire forged through pain and destruction. Could he resist it? Or was this now an inescapable part of him?

The symbols glowed brighter, as if calling to his blood. Rohzivaan exhaled sharply, stepping back. No, he would not lose himself to this darkness. He had to find another way.