Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re)-Chapter 498: The Hexweave Spider Curse
Third Person’s POV
More importantly, she had another responsibility, one that took absolute priority i.e. Ethan’s safety.
His mind and body had been invaded, violated, and polluted by Dajjal’s foul and sinister dark energy for a good duration of about half an hour, and leaving him unattended, even for a moment, was not something she would risk.
As these thoughts passed through her mind, her gaze drifted back toward the battlefield.
From her vantage point, she watched as a massive black ripple of death erupted from the enraged Dajjal.
It carried a terrifying will to devour and annihilate everything in its path as it spread outward like an unstoppable tide.
Wherever it passed, the Sanctum Realm was stripped of life and was reduced steadily into a barren wasteland.
At that moment, the crimson clouds above began to churn violently and started rumbling like the wrath of a thousand enraged gods.
Brilliant flashes of crimson lightning tore through the sky and illuminated the world again and again, each strike resembling a blood soaked dragon descending from the heavens.
The lightning poured down in torrents and intercepted the rapidly spreading black ripple of death.
The collision was catastrophic, and a massive explosion erupted, swallowing the landscape in blinding light and deafening sound.
For a single, suspended heartbeat, the world dissolved into a blinding, chaotic canvas of white light and violent crimson.
As the explosion happened and its final echoes faded, Isha’s focus was drawn down to the figure cradled limply in her arms, for until this moment, she had only seen him from afar, and finally now she had the opportunity to truly see him from such closeness for the first time.
The distance between them was negligible, and he was utterly vulnerable to her.
He seemed as helpless and trusting as a sleeping child, and this proximity laid bare every detail.
Even with Isha’s high standards, she found his features to be very handsome and a face that walked the delicate line between beautiful and being fiercely masculine.
While she thought this, her cerulean gaze couldn’t help but travel over his sharp jawline that was softened by full lips, elegant violet brows that framed his closed eyes, and a subtle strength in every angle.
As she stared at him openly, a strange and unknown warmth flickered in her chest, making her feel weird.
At the same time, a vivid and intrusive memory surfaced in her mind.
It was the image of him from the night before, when he had not been peaceful like this.
Instead, he was very aggressive and dominant, similar to how an ideal man should be in Isha’s opinion.
She could recall with shocking clarity the sight of him pinning that busty blond demon girl.
She clearly remembered the raw, physical power in his movements and the sweat sheened contours of his back and his chest as he fucked her with possessive intensity.
The memory was not simply visual to her.
Instead, it seemed to carry a phantom heat inside her, and as a result, Isha’s breath suddenly hitched, releasing a soft and almost inaudible sound.
A bloom of warmth spread across her chest and climbed her neck, making her feel itchy on her skin while two spots of pink blush painted themselves against the flawless skin of her white cheeks.
She was completely unaware of the fact that she was blushing at this moment, and the fact that this made her angelic, devastating beauty seem suddenly touchable and flushed with life.
Lost in this uncharacteristic reverie, she gazed at his serene face.
Ethan remained deeply unconscious, his expression oddly peaceful, as if he were merely lost in a pleasant dream while being utterly detached from the apocalyptic conflict that had just raged around them.
Then, as if moved by a will of its own and unable to stop herself, her elegant, white hand rose.
Her fingertips,, which were glowing with a faint white light, gently brushed the line of his jaw.
It was meant to be a feather-light touch and a moment of curious connection, but the reaction she received was instantaneous and horrifying.
Where her skin met his, a network of inky black veins erupted from beneath his skin.
They crawled out like sinister roots and started branching and twisting across his neck, his collarbone, snaking down beneath his clothes in an intricate, pulsating web that became visible to her even with his clothes on.
As she analysed it, she realised that the black vein network all over his body was not random.
The veins had coalesced into a vague, monstrous shape of a vast, shadowy spider which had its many legs wrapped around his torso and limbs in a grotesque, possessive embrace, with its dark heart positioned directly over his own.
Seeing this, Isha’s serene composure fractured, and a sharp frown touched her lips, while a rare and genuine flicker of concern appeared in her cerulean eyes.
Her senses, honed over hundreds of years, flared to life as she examined it and realised that this was no ordinary injury or a simple taint of darkness.
This was a special Hexweave Curse, a meticulously crafted spell of darkness containing profound malice, its architecture alien even to her vast knowledge.
Seeing this, a knot of concern tightened in her stomach as she knew that this was Dajjal’s work.
He had placed it as a safe insurance to keep Ethan’s mind and body captive to his desires.
The curse was clearly not meant to kill him outright.
Instead, it was a sleeper and a burrowing infection designed to bind soul to failing flesh.
Its anchor point was no mere organ, but the very core of his being, his magic dimension, located in the space of his heart.
It was subtle, patient, and perfectly engineered to evade simple purification.
Her dawn-like radiance could scour any surface dark corruption, but this... this was a part of him now.
As she examined it in detail, a more chilling realisation dawned on her that the curse had lain dormant, and it had only been activated and revealed its horrific form after she had plunged her own radiant rays of dawn into the abyssal sea of corruption to salvage his soul.
