The Damned Demon

Chapter 767: When Blood Calls



"Sabina, no! Come back!" Silvia cried out from behind, her voice filled with worry as she rushed to follow. She could see the anguish driving Sabina's reckless charge, and it terrified her. "Please! It's not safe!"

Sabina didn't hear her or simply didn't care. Her blood-streaked gown billowed as she threw herself into the thick of the draconian horde.

"You filthy bastards!" she spat, her chain snapping forward and coiling around a draconian's throat. With a sharp pull, the soldier's body crumpled to the ground, lifeless. Sabina's dark mana surged, animating the corpse and sending it staggering forward to fight its former allies.

"Sabina! Stop! You're going to get yourself killed!" Silvia's soft yet panicked voice cried out as she chased after her companion. Her delicate hand clutched her dark red staff tightly, her wide eyes flicking between the swarming draconians and Sabina's reckless assault.

"Stay back, Silvia!" Sabina barked, her voice rough, "I don't need help!" But her chain lashed out again, her body trembling from the sheer exertion of her vengeance-driven attack.

Silvia ignored her, her heart pounding as she pressed forward, "Silvia can't leave you alone! You'll die like this!" Her staff flared with a blood-red glow, and in an instant, shimmering rose petals of dark red mana materialized in the air around her. The petals swirled like a deadly storm, cutting through the draconians that tried to reach Sabina.

Sabina didn't respond, her focus entirely on tearing down the enemies before her. The ground beneath her was littered with the broken bodies of draconians, many of which she animated to rise again as undead soldiers. The undead fought with terrifying ferocity, but the sheer number of draconians continued to press closer.

Silvia raised her staff again, her voice trembling but resolute, "Stay away from her!" The illusion of a blooming rose bush suddenly erupted from the ground, thorned vines lashing out and ensnaring several draconians.

The soldiers roared, slashing at the ethereal vines as they struggled to break free from something that wasn't even real.

But the draconians weren't slowing. A blade raked across Silvia's arm, tearing through her sleeve and leaving a bloody gash.

"AHH!" She gasped, stumbling back as pain flared through her.

"Silvia!" Sabina turned sharply, her eyes widening as she saw the injury. For the first time since she had charged into the fray, her rage faltered.

She moved toward Silvia, lashing out with her chain to knock away the draconian who had struck her. Sabina's breath came in heavy pants, her energy nearly spent, but she stood protectively in front of Silvia, her bloodied chain coiled tightly in her hands.

"You're such a foolish girl!" Sabina muttered through gritted teeth, her voice trembling with both anger and concern. "Why didn't you stay back?!"

"S-Silvia couldn't just let you..." Silvia's soft voice broke off as her eyes welled with tears. Before she could say more, a chilling presence descended over the battlefield.

Suddenly, a streak of silver and crimson tore through the ranks of the draconians with an elegant, deadly precision.

Jael, his dark red sword gleaming with malice, landed gracefully before Sabina and Silvia, his posture poised yet brimming with controlled fury. His long ruby hair caught the dim light of the battlefield, his movements as fluid as a dance.

A draconian lunged at him, but before it could strike, Jael's blade flashed. The soldier froze, its body falling apart in clean halves as Jael turned his cold, piercing gaze toward the remaining horde. His voice was calm yet laced with icy wrath.

"For daring to harm my sister," he said, his tone cutting like a blade, "none of you will leave this place alive."

"Big Brother!" Silvia gasped, her tear-filled eyes lighting up with joy. She stumbled toward him, clutching her injured arm as relief flooded her expression. "You're here!"

Jael turned his head slightly, giving her a reassuring smile, "I am, Silvia," he said gently, his eyes softening briefly. "Now fall back. Let me handle this."

Silvia hesitated, clutching her staff tightly, "But... there's too many of them-""Go," Jael said firmly with a smile, his voice steady and confident, "I won't let them lay another finger on you."

Sabina grunted, still panting from exhaustion as she grabbed Silvia's arm, "You heard him. Fall back now." She shot a pointed look at Silvia, her voice carrying an edge of urgency. "Don't make it harder for him."

As Silvia reluctantly retreated a few steps, Jael turned his attention back to the draconians, who were regrouping and charging toward him. His movements were swift, almost ethereal, as he wove between their strikes. His blade became an extension of his body, cutting down soldiers with a deadly elegance that left them no room to react.

Jael's illusions began to take shape as the battlefield shifted. Blood-red roses bloomed in the air around him, their petals shimmering like glass. The roses exploded in bursts of sharp, crimson thorns that tore through the ranks of the draconians, leaving behind cries of pain and confusion.

"Magnificent..." Silvia whispered in awe, her eyes glued to her brother's graceful yet brutal performance.

But as minutes passed her admiration quickly turned to worry as Jael began to slow, the unending tide of enemies pushing him back. His pristine attire was now stained with his own blood, shallow cuts appearing on his arms and legs.

"Big Brother..." Silvia's voice trembled as tears welled in her eyes again. She took a step forward, but Sabina caught her by the arm, pulling her back.

"Don't be stupid!" Sabina snapped, her own voice shaking from exhaustion, "He wouldn't want you to throw your life away after he just saved you."

Silvia anxiously gritted her teeth as she saw the draconians pressing in relentlessly while Jael fought with every ounce of strength he had left.

His elegant swordplay, once fluid and untouchable, now faltered as shallow cuts and deeper wounds marred his once-pristine form. His breathing grew heavier, each strike of his blade slower than the last, though his eyes burned with defiance.

"Nooo..." Silvia's voice trembled as she clutched her staff tightly, her heart aching with every injury her brother suffered. Tears welled in her wide, childlike eyes, spilling down her cheeks as her legs trembled beneath her. "He's going to die... Sabina, he's going to die!" "Pull yourself together!" Sabina barked, though her own voice shook. She tightened her grip on Silvia's arm, trying to drag her away. But exhaustion clawed at Sabina as well, her body too spent from her earlier rage to physically haul Silvia away, even if she wanted to. However, her ghostly red eyes softened briefly, filled with regret as she saw Silvia trembling and crying, her gaze fixed on Jael, "Damn it, girl, I don't have the strength to knock you out and carry you. And you're making me watch this too..." Sabina muttered under her breath, her own frustration mingling with sadness.

Silvia struggled weakly against Sabina's grip, her tear-streaked face a mask of anguish. "Please... Silvia can't just leave him! He's fighting for us, and Silvia can't do anything-" Suddenly, a deafening roar erupted from behind the draconian forces, shattering the tense despair that hung in the air. The ground quaked as hundreds of soldiers clad in ruby-red armor charged onto the battlefield with deadly precision, their weapons glinting under the

faint light.

Their war cries pierced the cacophony of battle, striking fear into the draconians.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

At the head of the charge, a towering figure moved with unmatched grace and ferocity- Vernon Valentine.

His ruby red cape billowed behind him as his sword, an elegant yet menacing blade, carved through the draconian ranks like a hot knife through butter. His every movement was precise, a deadly ballet that left no enemy standing.

The draconians, caught off guard by the assault from behind, faltered. Their ranks scrambled to react as Vernon's soldiers pressed forward, forcing them to shift their attention from Jael

to the new threat.

"Father!" Silvia cried out, her voice breaking with relief. Her heart surged as she saw the familiar figure cutting through the draconians with ease. Tears of anguish turned into tears of hope as she clutched her staff, "Father is here!"

Vernon's deep, commanding voice boomed across the battlefield as he called out, "Silvia! Take your brother and get to safety! I will deal with these wretches."

Jael staggered, his blade slipping slightly as the pressure on him lessened. His eyes flickered toward his father, and a faint, exhausted smile touched his lips. But his body was at its limit. He collapsed to his knees, his sword falling from his grasp upon seeing that he held out long

enough.

"Big Brother!" Silvia screamed, rushing toward him.

Sabina, despite her weariness, followed close behind, her brows furrowing as she saw the

state of Silvia's brother.

Silvia fell to her knees beside Jael, her trembling hands grabbing his arm. Tears streamed down her face as she whispered, "Please, big brother... You have to come with me. Don't leave

me!"

Jael, his breaths shallow, managed to lift his gaze toward her, "Silvia... don't cry... You're safe now. That's all that matters."

"No!" she cried, shaking her head vehemently, "You're coming with me. I won't leave

without you!"

Sabina knelt on Jael's other side, her face grim but determined. She grabbed his other arm, her voice softer than usual. "Come on, Jael. You heard your father. Let's go."

With tears streaming down her face, Silvia mustered her strength to pull Jael to his feet with

Sabina's help. Together, they dragged him away from the battlefield, the sounds of Vernon's soldiers clashing with the draconians filling the air behind them.

Vernon's voice echoed once more, steady and unyielding, "Go fast! I will hold them here!"

Silvia cast one last tearful glance at her father before focusing on her brother, her determination carrying her forward.

Despite the chaos behind them, they pressed on, carrying Jael toward safety.