Semua Bab Demon's Obsession - I'm Bound to Him: Bab 201 - Bab 210

His body lay lifeless, his skin brittle and pale like ancient parchment. The very essence of him had been drained away, leaving him dry—so dry, he was crumbling. Dust flaked from his fingertips, his lips cracked like scorched earth. It was as if death itself had reached inside him and hollowed him out. “No, no, no!” My scream tore through the air, echoing across the streets. Victoria jerked her head toward me, her expression shifting from shock to horror. Luke’s voice slithered into my ears, cold and laced with amusement. “You think the Darklord’s servants don’t plan ahead?” He let out a scoff, shaking his head. “They drained his blood on the way.” I barely heard him. My eyes locked onto Dominic’s motionless form, the evidence of their cruelty carved into his flesh—needle marks, deep cuts, every wound a testament to the torture he endured. My gaze dropped to my wrist. The symbol that once bound us together had vanished, like a severed connection, like a piece of my soul ripped a

When she was only inches away, I dropped low. In a blur of motion, I twisted and spun, my leg sweeping beneath her. My kick connected solidly, knocking her balance out from under her. She let out a sharp grunt as she crashed onto her back. But I wasn’t done. Seizing the advantage, I grabbed her legs and yanked her down, pinning her beneath me. Without hesitation, I drove my fist into her face. Once. Twice. Harder. Her body tensed, then slackened as consciousness slipped from her grasp. Breathing heavily, I slowly rose to my feet. My chest heaved, sweat dripping down my temple as I looked up. Just then, Dominic, Victoria, and Chen came rushing in. Their eyes widened as they took in the scene, their gazes flicking from me to the unconscious form at my feet. "Are you alright?" Dominic asked, hurrying toward me, concern flashing in his eyes. He reached out, his hands glowing faintly. "Do you need me to heal you?" he offered, his voice gentle. I shook my head, already turning

And Dominic? He was nowhere to be found. Ever since… we... we kinda broken up, he had developed a habit of disappearing. Wandering off to some unknown place, returning only late at night when the world was quiet and everyone had retreated into their own thoughts. It left me and Victoria sitting in the living room. “You were saying something that night when Vega came in!” She said.When Chen came, he stepped inside, carefully balancing three mugs of coffee, a proud grin stretched across his face. “I figured you two might need this,” he added, extending the drinks toward us. Victoria accepted hers with a small nod of gratitude, but her eyes never left me. “So… what was it you were about to say?” she prompted, lifting an eyebrow. I hesitated again, nerves bubbling inside me. My fingers twitched, aching to reach for my guitar. “I wrote a song,” I finally admitted, exhaling as if I had just revealed some grand secret. “And I know this isn’t exactly the best time, but… would you reco

There was a time when things between us had been simple—when we were just friends, laughing over inside jokes and navigating chaos side by side. But ever since that invisible wall of unspoken emotions had risen between us, we had started feeling like strangers trapped in the remnants of something unsaid. Still, for tonight, we had a purpose. And perhaps that was enough. I busied myself in the kitchen, brewing two cups of strong coffee, the rich aroma filling the quiet house. By the time I returned, the world outside had settled into silence. Everyone else had drifted into sleep, leaving only Dominic and me in the dimly lit study, where the *Tome of Deeds* lay sprawled open on the wooden table. Its recently uncovered pages stared back at us, waiting—daring—to be deciphered. The pages were unlike the others in the book. The parchment held the same aged texture, the same ancient ink, but something was *off*. Scattered across the page were small star-like symbols, drawn in a seeming

Twisted, mesmerizing, adorned with intricate engravings—each groove and symbol marked into them as if by the hands of an ancient craftsman. They did not seem like an abomination, nor a curse. No, they were *art*, dangerous and fascinating. But before I could fully absorb what I was seeing, his hands clamped down on my shoulders. Hard. The force of it nearly sent me reeling, but he held me firm, his grip unyielding. Then, without warning, he *breathed in*. A deep, slow inhale. Not through his nose—no, this was something far worse. I *felt* it. Something inside me was being drawn out, siphoned through the air like invisible threads unraveling from my soul. A dizzying wave of exhaustion crashed over me, my limbs going heavy, my vision darkening at the edges. My eyes burned as if something vital was being wrenched from them, something unseen but crucial. My head swayed, my breath shallow, and then—his voice, a whisper, yet it echoed inside me. *"You don’t wear his mark anym