บททั้งหมดของ Devil's Groom.: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Chapter: 21******Logan stirred from sleep with a groan, the noise reverberating down into his soul like a dull thud. He blinked open his eyes in the dim room, staring up at the unfamiliar ceiling. His mouth tasted stale and dry, and he felt oddly lethargic. It was as if his muscles were stiff and unwilling to respond to his commands, even when they wanted to. The feeling made him vaguely uncomfortable. Logan tried to roll away from it, but his limbs were still too numb, so he let himself slump back onto the soft mattress instead. He stared into the darkness of the room, trying to work out where he was and what had happened.He didn't remember... anything? Logan wasn't sure he would have been able to recall with his current situation. Was it even daytime? How long had he been asleep? Had he overslept? It seemed like a distinct possibility. He turned to the clock on the table next to him, which read 7:32 pm, indicating that he had slept for about twelve hours. But how? He pushed the c

Chapter: 23******In the realm of ethereal beauty and boundless wonder, cerulean unfolds before the restless angel's eyes. As he walked down the long, winding path, a symphony of colors danced in the air, painting the sky with hues that defied earthly imagination. Wisps of iridescent clouds drifted lazily, casting shimmering reflections upon the glistening surfaces of crystalline structures that rose majestically from the cerulean ground. Azrael, the Celestial Prince, admired its pristine perfection, finding each new detail more magnificent than the last. He paused in front of an archway of blue flowers and reached out, placing his hand on the wall. He traced the petals with delicate fingers, absorbing the essence of their vibrant life force.The air in cerulean was pure and invigorating, carrying whispers of enchantment and ancient wisdom. Ceruleanians, adorned in flowing robes of luminescent fabric, glided through the air with grace, their wings unfurling like delicate tapestries o

Chapter: 25******Azazel stood resolute in the center of the sacred chamber, his hands clasped tightly around the revered artifacts of power—the Scepter of Authorities and the Stone of Separation. The weight of responsibility bore heavily upon his broad shoulders, and the gravity of the moment weighed upon him like an invisible cloak.With measured steps, he approached the ancient stone table, meticulously layered with intricate symbols and etchings of Shivvaraian wisdom. With utmost care and reverence, he gently placed the Scepter and the Stone side by side. As soon as the two antiquities made contact, an electrifying surge of energy coursed through the room, casting surreal hues of emerald and sapphire, illuminating every corner, and dispelling the darkness that had long shrouded the chamber.The brilliance of the glow intensified, consuming the very air and suffusing every atom with its luminosity. Rays of celestial light danced within the chamber, blending harmoniously with the i

Chapter: 27******Their steps were measured and deliberate as Azrael led Offilies through the aisles of books. The library was vast and quiet, the only sound accompanying their conversation was the soft rustle of pages and the occasional fluttering of wings from passing Ceruleanians.As Azrael confessed his forbidden affairs with the Devil, Offilies listened intently, his cerulean eyes widening with each revelation. His usually composed demeanor was replaced by a myriad of emotions—shock, concern, and an underlying fear for his beloved Prince's well-being.Azrael's confessions spilled from his lips, intermingling with the emotions and movements that surrounded him and his connection with Offilies. With each word, his voice carried a mix of vulnerability and ardor, laying bare the depths of his desires.Azrael's recount began with a reminiscence of his childhood, a time when he absorbed the teachings and legends of the History of Shivvara. His voice trembled with excitement as he desc

Chapter: 29*******As they basked in the afterglow of their love, a sudden gust of wind rustled the leaves around them. Azazel and Azrael exchanged a knowing look, a sense of unease washing over them. Something was not right. The tranquility of the garden was shattered by an eerie silence as if nature itself held its breath. A piercing scream echoed through the night. They turned toward the source of the sound, their hearts pounding with fear. In the distance, they saw a figure lurking in the shadows, eyes gleaming with malice. A sense of danger hung heavy in the air, and they knew their peaceful sanctuary was about to be shattered.Quickly, Azrael fixed both their clothes and turned toward the barriers, his fingers pointed, ready to dismantle their sanctuary and go see what was happening in his realm.But Azazel was not ready to let him walk out.Not now.Not again."Wait," Azazel pleaded, his voice filled with desperation. He reached out and grabbed Azrael's arm, his grip tight and