All Chapters of The Rogue Deity: Until Death Do Us Part: Chapter 81 - Chapter 88

The new year had settled into its fourth month. Draven had just returned from his hunt, his mood soured by failure, unable to find Silas, and unsuccessful in locating the final Lupus Bellatores. He had abandoned the tower entirely and taken refuge in the territory of his ancestral home. There, he restored the ruins of the castle he had once lived during Crustblood's reign. Deep in the dark forests, he began to reclaim the surrounding land as his own. He was preparing for war.He effortlessly teleported to the master chambers where his prize was fast asleep. A woman dressed in period clothing as a chambermaid bowed before leaving the room. Alinta was free to roam the vast castle, but because of her delicate state, she spent most of her time either in bed or in the library.“Breathtaking, as always, my sleeping beauty,” Draven sighed in utter satisfaction, his anger almost instantly diminished at the sight of her.He grinned as he gazed upon his desire. She looked radiant and flawless,

In the heart of the vast desert, two men clashed in hand-to-hand combat within an arena carved entirely from stone. The blazing sun bore down on them, conditions in which Adorus thrived, while Orion struggled. Yet he did not dare give up.Four days had passed since Adorus had begun his training, but Orion remained weak, worn down by the continuous backlash, showing little progress. The Sun God’s patience waned, his attacks growing fiercer as he swung his fiery cane with effortless precision, one hand mockingly folded behind his back.Relentless, he broke Orion’s bones and battered him to a pulp each day, only to heal him afterwards.Now, his movements driven by irritation, Adorus aggressively struck Orion’s chest with a swift jab of his cane, hurling him from the arena. Orion crashed onto his back, the impact knocking the wind from his lungs, yet he forced himself back to his feet, despite the pain.“You are useless! To think I would ever allow you to become my daughter’s mate!” Adoru

The following morning, the day began as usual: Adorus and Orion clashed in the arena, locked in one-on-one combat. Yet today, there was a notable change.Adorus was taken aback by how much Orion and Silas had improved. Their creativity shone through as they wove an elegant fighting style, interchanging forms, shifting to and fro to disorient their opponent. Silas moved with grace that demanded attention, like water, fluid as the Silver River, yet carried a presence as commanding and unyielding as the full moon’s gaze in a clear sky. Even so, it was not enough to make Adorus abandon his mortal guise.Orion, too, fought with newfound confidence. His body seemed to move on its own, as though guided by an ancient, hidden memory etched into his very bones. He closed his eyes, focusing on Alinta, on the pain and torment she had endured.Ever since Silas had marked Angela, more of his memories had surfaced, chiefly of how Bellinor loomed like a dark eclipse over Alinta's light, smothering hi

Alinta gasped for air as she found herself in a strange room. Everything glimmered in shades of gold, orange and crimson. Heat pressed against her skin, yet she embraced it, stretching lazily across a large, glittering orange pillow. She remembered what had happened, and yet she did not care. This peace, this serenity was exactly what she needed.She knew this was not her body but her spirit. The realisation that she was dead settled over her like dusk. It saddened her that she might never see Orion again, and yet there was a quiet calm in the knowing.If this is the afterworld, then surely I will find Angela… Mother… Oscar… or even my little one Draven took from me... Her heart raced at the thought. She rose from her cosy place with sudden haste and made her way out of the chamber.Something felt different. Strength thrummed through her, sharper, keener than even her werewolf form before Angela disappeared. She came upon a large mirror and studied her reflection. Her clothing was str