Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 333

Chapter 333

“You haven’t answered my question.”

Beili wiped all expression from her face and stared gravely at Ashera with her crimson eyes.

“If your next sentence still doesn’t answer my question, I’ll take that as a yes.”

The smile on his lips deepened the moment she finished speaking.

Ashera said nothing more. He lowered his golden eyes to her, danger lurking in his gaze.

The snowfall grew heavier.

Thick, cottony flakes poured from the sky.

The once-bustling pedestrians hurried on their way, and the street abruptly fell silent.

A broad, pallid hand rose to brush the snowflakes from the girl’s hair, but she slapped it away.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she demanded furiously.

He lowered his head and asked softly, “Tell you what?”

“A fate already set in motion cannot be changed.”

Although she had returned to the past and taken Ashera to live with her in the Far North, preventing many things from ever happening, the Grim Reaper’s scythe would still fall upon those people.

“Now that you know, what do you intend to do?”

Ashera raised his hand again and gently brushed the snowflakes from her hair.

Beili answered by turning away.

“Where are you going?”

A faint smile still lingered on his lips as Ashera asked softly from behind her.

“Back to Butterfly Valley…”

Before she could finish, black ribbons slithered around her like phantoms, wrapping her from head to toe in an instant.

Through the tightly wound ribbons, she heard the wind howling.

Even after using Beast Transformation, she remained trapped inside the black ribbons.

Beili tried countless ways to summon the Morpho Butterflies, but her Mana refused to obey her.

A moment later, someone seized her hand, and cold fingers slipped the ring from it.

The necklace around her neck was removed as well.

Beili suddenly felt weightless. The next second, she was thrown onto a hard stone surface.

The instant she landed, the black ribbons around her seemed to enter some kind of restricted zone and disintegrated at once.

Beili climbed to her feet and discovered that she was standing on a familiar stone platform.

It was the same platform Ashera had used to imprison her while in his Youth Form.

Beili spun around and glared furiously at the silver-haired, golden-eyed man. The raging blizzard had whipped her eyes red.

She shouted, “Even you would treat me this way!”

Every trace of expression vanished from Ashera’s face.

He simply looked at her.

His Crimson Vertical Pupils had narrowed to slits as thin as paper within his golden irises, and a blizzard seemed to be howling inside them as well.

Beili rushed to the edge of the platform. At the man’s feet lay her Wooden Amber Ring and Golden Whistle necklace, both slowly disappearing beneath the swirling snow.

“Ashera, let me out.”

He could do it. All he had to do was throw the necklace onto the platform.

“Going back won’t change anything,” Ashera said slowly.

“Let me try!”

“It isn’t only the little animals.” His statue-like face, pallid with a grayish cast, tilted slightly. “I don’t want you wasting your attention on those inferior creatures either.”

He sighed.

“If you wish to remain in this world, death is the best end for them.”

The unreasonable words fell from his lips, colder than the blizzard itself.

“Mrs. Constance is my family, not one of those inferior creatures.”

Her nails scraped against the transparent wall as furious tears welled in her eyes. Glaring at him, she enunciated every word.

“If you don’t let me out, I’ll kill you.”

A smile slowly spread across his thin, cold lips.

He laughed.

His long silver hair streamed behind him in the gale, yet somehow, not a single strand fell out of place.

“Don’t be afraid, my dear Little Butterfly.”
Pale toes trod on empty air as he walked toward her, one step at a time.

“I’ll stay here with you. Neither of us is going anywhere.”

A cold hand gently caressed her cheek.

His feet touched the ground, and he stepped into the stone platform.

…

Ashera had entered the stone platform of his own accord. Beili’s crimson eyes froze as she stared at him in disbelief.

But in the next instant, a pitch-black shadow spread from beneath his feet like ripples, turning the entire platform black.

The darkness climbed the transparent walls like spreading ink, forming a black dome in the blink of an eye.

They were enveloped in a night deeper than the polar day, where every trace of light was swallowed by the oppressive darkness.

Beili’s vision went black in an instant. Even the person before her vanished into the dense darkness.

It was as though all of Ashera’s Mana had been unleashed. Beili stared blankly at the darkness surrounding them.

“There. Now, don’t talk about anyone but us.”

Someone embraced her in the dark, his cold hair spilling between her fingers.

“This time, you’ll remember what happens here.”

He cupped her face, his soft voice low and husky with a dark undertone.

“This time, I’ll be gentle…”

“You…”

Before Beili could finish, his heavy, broad body pressed her down against the black stone platform.

Ashera seized her face and kissed her, the pungent stench of blood overwhelming her.

It was as if she were breathing air saturated with evaporating blood, every breath like a mouthful of it.

“Doing this will only make me dislike you-”

Beili pushed at him and turned her face aside.

“Not just dislike you, Ashera. If you make me miss my chance to save Madam Constance, I’ll hate you…”

She spoke with complete honesty.

He chuckled softly.

As long as he could keep her trapped here with him, it seemed not to matter whether she liked or disliked him.

“I don’t like hearing you talk about other people. You’re always talking about someone else.”

His voice sounded beside her ear in the darkness, his cold lips brushing its rim as he slowly continued,

“She doesn’t care about you at all. She hates you. She thinks you’re a ghost. Didn’t I already take you to the future and show you?”

He had taken her… to see the future?

“What do you mean?”

Catching the strange remark, Beili asked in a daze,

“Was that fake?”

“If you hadn’t broken free of the dream-”

Ashera seized her wrist in the darkness and leaned over her.

“Then it would have been real.”

Beili instantly felt as though she were sinking into a swamp, a massive black serpent coiling around her within it and suffocating her in an inescapable grip.

Her heart raced, fear and fury churning inside her.

“It was fake. When I entered the dream, you used the future to weave a dream and deceive me…”

Her shoulders trembled. She swallowed every sound that wasn’t speech and struggled to keep her voice clear.

After entering the Dream Cage, she had never truly woken up.

Only when she broke free of the Dream Cage had she returned to reality.

As the realization struck her, Beili instinctively asked,

“Does he know about this?”

Whether he knew or not, he was still the murderer.

“Instead of worrying about that, you should be concentrating on what’s happening now.”

Ashera’s voice abruptly deepened.

His cold arms lifted her by the back, pulling her up and holding her tightly against his chest.

She felt as though Ashera had bound her to a piece of driftwood.

Lightning flashed and thunder crashed through the downpour. The sea churned, enormous waves rising one after another.

She bobbed helplessly among the waves, on the verge of being swallowed at any moment.

Rain dampened the corners of her eyes.

Her tears mingled with the rain and slid down her cheeks.

Ashera gently licked them away, gathering each falling tear with his tongue.