His Devious Harbinger: How To Tame A Wicked God?

Chapter 85: Aren't I already your woman?

"Tristan, what's wrong?" She asks him cluelessly. "Are you sick?"

"I am sick, I think." Tristan swallows down. Her scent is making it worse. "Ari, I... can't hold myself back. I am going to turn you into a woman before I leave."

"Tristan." She cups his face and looks into his eclectic blue eyes. "Aren't I already your woman?"

Married women belong to their husbands. That's what her mother taught her.

"Yes, you are." Her white dress falls away with a pull of a ribbon, revealing her smooth and glowing porcelain skin. The royal maids have done well. Ari blushes and covers her perfect shaped mounds with her arms.

"Tristan, what are you doing?" She asks nervously. Her beauty takes his breath away.

"Making you a woman," He tells her seriously. She's truly the most beautiful girl in their country. He is driven madly by carnal desires to make her belong to him as soon as possible.

Ari widens her eyes in shock when she sees the ugly thing between his legs. "Tristan, what is that... "

The last strings of sanity are broken in his mind because of her alluring but pure voice. He doesn't answer her. He lifts her small waist and pushes it inside her with a hard thrust. As the thin layer of the flesh is broken away, she cries out in pain and tries to push him away. He grabs her hands and says, "Wait... it will only hurt for a while. Ari, you know that I love you. I won't harm you ever."

She puckers her lips, deciding to believe him. Tears run out of her eyes. She's not prepared for him. He needs to wait for her to become comfortable with his size. He wants to slow down, but something pushes him in his mind again. He grabs her waist and plummets harder into her, making her cry more in pain.

Tristan wants to stop, but he has lost all the control. It's like something else is controlling his body. He wants to impregnate her and make sure that she always belong to him.

Suddenly, a hand grabs him by the scruff of his neck and pulls him apart from Ari. Tristan's body crashes against the wall. Before Tristan could get back his clarity and understand what's going on, Adria flicks his fingers. Dark rays emerge out of his body and twist together to form a sharp long sword. It pierces through Tristan's heart. Tristan never finds out what killed him before he dies.

"No!"

The woman's screen wakes him out of his stupor. He looks at the woman who is too shocked to cover herself. The blood on the white sheet makes his expression becomes uglier. The woman is still bleeding, but she has no sense of self. He takes long steps toward her. She cowers away from him with fear. "Don't come near me, you monster."

He halts for a moment. He has killed all the royal members of this kingdom. She's the last one. Looking at her state and the blood on the sheet, he guesses the situation. He should kill her too and finish it off. This is the last country to win. He should not leave any leftover.

Ari realizes that she's naked. She covers herself with the blanket. Her action makes him aware of her nakedness too. He has been too occupied with the thought of blood and her dreadful expression.

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God 2: This is...

God 1: Let's just give up.

God 2: No, he can't remember now. I am going to put more seals on his memories. Save Tristan. Their marriage is consummated. The guy loves her.

God 1: How do I save a man who is already dead? His heart is blown to pieces.

God 2: Do whatever it takes. In one way or another, we need him to finish the jobs. So...

God 1 *Running out of the ideas* I wonder how should I resurrect him.

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Ari runs to Tristan's body while clumsily holding a blanket to cover herself. She shakes his cold body. He looks like he's sleeping. The gaping hole in his chest gives her the blow. She holds him with her arms and cries sorrowfully. Her mournful cries fill the wedding chamber.

Adira presses his lips. He doesn't know why he hasn't killed this woman yet. She seems wounded too, but she doesn't seem to care. Since she's crying so much, he should send her to the place where her husband went. His hand doesn't make any move toward the sword.

He watches her for a while. His heart is aching when he is seeing her cry. He wants her to stop crying. He grabs her shoulder and pulls her away from the body. She's too weak to struggle against his enormous force. He raises his index finger and summons the incinerating smoke to take care of the corpse. Ari cries and tries to reach for him. In less than a second, the smoke engulfs Tristan's body and leaves nothing on the ground.

She's to shocked to move. He looks at her carefully. She has dark hair and a round face. Her skin is freckle free. She looks so delicate and breakable. Usually, men feel instant lustful attraction toward her when they see her. Adira feels a stranger connection to her as if he has known her for a long time.

Where has he seen her? He can't recall. He's sure that he would remember her if he had met her even once.

"Did you love that man?" He asks her quietly.

Devastated, she stares at him numbly. "He was my husband. He loved me the most."

"I asked whether you loved him." He sighs tiredly.

Ari lowers her head. She's too shaken to reply. Everything is gone.

When she doesn't answer him, he sits down beside her and grips her jaw to make her look into his eyes. "You have two choices: die or become my wife."

Ari is horrified by his words. "No, I will never accept you as my husband. You killed the man I loved."

"So, you loved him." He looks at her darkly. "If you want to die so much, then I will take you as my wife."

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God 2: What's the point of deciding fates if he's going to do whatever he wants?

God 1: He destroyed the freaking body before I could resurrect him.

God 2: All hope is not lost. I have thought of a new plan.

God 1: I am too tired because of overworking.

God 2: Remember, if he finishes all the tasks, you will get a promotion and I will get a vacation to spend time with Mirinae. It's beneficial for both of us.

God 1: Yeah, sure. Let's overwork ourselves to death.

God 2: We can't die, idiot.

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