I’m Trying to End This Possession Chapter 285

“Don’t do this.” At that moment, Dana whispered pleadingly. “Don’t do this to me, Demian.”

 

“Dana, don’t make me repeat myself.”

 

Demian felt good. Having given up on being forgiven, nothing felt difficult anymore. If anything, he felt free.

 

“Please hand over the holy relic.”

 

“Do you really have to be like this?” Dana asked. “You say you love me, but you’re always like this. You’ve never respected me.”

 

“I will respect you. Once you hand over the holy relic.” He gently coaxed her as though speaking to a child. “You can treat me badly again, just like before. I can put up with all that much childish fussing of yours.”

 

At those words, all expressions disappeared from Dana’s face. She parted her trembling lips. “Fussing…?”

 

“Yes. Your little tantrums. They were really adorable.”

 

Her hands that flew at him indiscriminately, her kicks, her clumsy curses, her murderous gaze. They were so cute that, just as he had told her, they were no different from heated caresses to him.

 

That woman was weak, and weakness was insignificant. Therefore, Demian could indulge her as much as he wanted and be generous with her. Of course, taking her blows and letting her trample him were the same.

 

“I see,” Dana muttered quietly. “To you, my anger was just a tantrum. Nothing but a little tantrum.”

 

Perhaps she was shocked. But since it was the truth, there was nothing he could do about it.

 

“Now, hurry and give me the holy relic.” He tightened his grip around her neck. Pressing down with his thumb ever so slightly, Demian urged her gently. “Honey, give it to me quickly. Okay?”

 

“Uh, ugh.”

 

“I don’t want to hurt you.” Even as Demian said that, he applied a little more pressure with his fingers. He could see her fair face flushed red.

 

“Let go, let go.” Dana sobbed as she repeatedly slapped Demian’s hand. “Let go, please let go, let, go.”

 

“I won’t let go until you give me the holy relic.”

 

“No, let go, ugh.” Dana seemed to be choking. She struggled painfully, gasping as tears welled in her eyes.

 

Demian sighed. “Don’t resist. Give me the holy relic.”

 

“N-No.”

 

“You’re so pitiful right now.”

 

Yes, she was pitiful. But somehow, it didn’t look bad. Rather…

 

Demian licked his lips, which had grown hot. Perhaps because he had abandoned all hope of forgiveness, his desire now soared as though it had grown wings. He no longer needed to care in the slightest about her condemnation or her hatred. Which meant that if she refused to listen, he needed to punish her.

 

“Dana, look. They’re all staring at us in a daze.” Shuddering with cruel pleasure, Demian deliberately fashioned his voice into something gentle.

 

The priests of Somora stared at them in shock and disbelief, watching as though they were spectators.

 

“You don’t want to be stripped naked in front of them, do you?”

 

At those words, Dana’s pupils trembled. Her lips quivered. Fear and shock appeared in her eyes. “Crazy, b*stard.”

 

“Please listen while I’m asking nicely.”

 

“B*stard, cough, ugh.”

 

“If you get naked, I’ll get excited again. You know very well what will happen after that.”

 

“…!”

 

“You don’t want something like that to happen in a place like this, do you?”

 

As if enraged, Dana tightened her grip around his wrist and dug her fingernails into it. Demian let out a moan, finding the sensation dizzying. “Ah, I like that…”

 

Dana’s hand trembled spasmodically.

 

Demian urged her on in a wet voice. “More. Do it harder.”

 

“…”

 

Perhaps the shock was too much. The strength drained completely from her resisting hand.

 

Demian smiled. That’s right. This was how it should be. She needed to give up. She needed to submit. “I told you, didn’t I? Even that feels like foreplay to me.”

 

“…”

 

“Now, give me the holy relic.” He held out the hand that was not gripping her neck. “Hurry.”

 

In truth, Demian could simply force her fingers open and take it. But he intended to wait until Dana gave it to him herself. The moment she surrendered to him of her own will. That was where obedience would begin.

 

“…”

 

Thud. At last, the amber-colored holy relic fell into his grasp. The moment he felt the cold stone against his hand, joy spread through him like a shiver.

 

Done. It was all done. He had obtained everything. Dana, too. And the lifespan that would allow him to remain with Dana!

 

“Good job. Good girl.” Only then did Demian release Dana’s neck. Then he pulled Dana up, who was about to collapse helplessly, and held her in his arms. “Sorry for treating you so roughly. There won’t be anything like this from now on.” He kissed her lovely forehead, then turned around.

 

“…”

 

The priests were frozen in place, overwhelmed by this bizarre spectacle. Ignoring their gazes, Demian walked steadily down from the altar. Only then did the priests come to their senses and hurry over to block his path.

 

“What on earth are you doing right now?!”

 

“Get back onto the altar! Adma Rolland.”

 

“Put the mountain goat back on the altar immediately! That is an offering for God Somora—!”

 

Demian kicked the rambling priest hard in the abdomen. The priest’s body flew into the wall with a resounding bang. Cracks spread through the underground wall with sharp cracks, and dust fell.

 

“…”

 

Had he died instantly? Who cared?

 

As Demian moved to leave, something was kicked by his toe. It was a bow made through sorcery. A bizarre bow that, when its string was drawn, released sorcery that showed its target whatever they feared most. Perfect. He picked it up and slung it over his shoulder.

 

There would be days when Dana rebelled against him. He couldn’t strangle her every time that happened, so he intended to punish her with this.

 

“Well, then…” Shall we go? The words caught in his throat. Cough, cough. Demian coughed dryly. He had thought it was his imagination, but his throat had felt rough for a while. It was dry and gritty, as though coated in dust. “Ahem. Then let’s go, Dana.”

 

Demian looked down at Dana. She was nestled docilely in his arms, looking up at him. But there was something strange about her gaze. He had been certain she would be crying after giving up on everything. Or perhaps he had expected her to be devastated. What is it?

 

Dana was staring at him with eyes full of curiosity, like a researcher observing an animal undergoing an experiment. He was about to ask why she was looking at him like that.

 

“Uh.”

 

At that moment, Demian felt all the strength drain from his arm. And he dropped Dana. He tried to catch her in surprise, but fortunately, Dana seemed to have been prepared for it and landed on the floor. Then she staggered slightly.

 

Be careful not to fall, Honey. He was about to say that when he suddenly stopped, sensing the acrid smell of smoke in his breath. What? Demian frowned and looked down at his arm. What is this? He couldn’t understand. Why? Why is my forearm turning pitch-black?

 

Strangely, even thinking through what was happening was becoming difficult. Moreover, the strength drained from his legs, and he sank onto the floor.

 

What is this?

 

“Uh, t-this, cough, why…”

 

When he coughed, black dust scattered. His fingertips, his palm, his wrist. They were turning black, as though being swallowed by a black wave. It was spreading so quickly that even as he watched it with his own eyes, he couldn’t keep up with it.

 

Demian had no idea what was happening. He didn’t know when, how, or where it had begun. But he knew exactly what this phenomenon was. Contamination. The very thing the Windsor family and Daiana religion had tried so desperately to prevent. It had begun inside him.

 

As though entranced, Demian looked up at Dana.

 

“Looks like you’re not okay after all, Demian.” She was smiling brightly by then. “It looks like this year’s mountain goat turned out to be you.” Her eyes were filled with blazing hatred. Heat flashed within them, burning with anger and loathing.

 

Demian coughed and asked, “How, did you?”

 

“Does that matter?”

 

She was right. It didn’t matter.

 

As Demian watched his body crumble into dust, he came to understand. He would disappear soon. I’m going to die. This would end. And I’ll disappear.

 

“Goodbye, Demian. You really were like a nightmare in my life.”

 

Demian wanted to be forgiven by her, but he couldn’t. He wanted to live together with her too, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t. He just couldn’t… But… Looking at the hatred reflected in her eyes, one final desire surged up.

 

“Honey.”

 

She will remember me.

 

“Still, we were pretty good together, weren’t we?”

 

And so, I’ll be with her forever.

 

“We made some good memories together, right up until the end.” Demian rambled on, spitting out every cursed sentence he could think of to further stoke her hatred. “One thing I regret is that, while living as your husband, I never had a child with you. I regret being so diligent about contraception.”

 

Ah. Look. Look at that!

 

“Of course, part of it was because I didn’t want to damage your body, but I really loved defiling that beautiful face of yours.”

 

Look at those eyes, looking like they’re about to go mad because she hates me so much!

 

Demian babbled like a madman, feverishly intoxicated. “It’s because you look so pure. The purer you look, the more I want to make a mess of you. Do you understand? It’s all because of you! Everything I did to you, it was because you were too beautiful!”

 

Now Dana will never be able to forget me.

 

“It was because you were beautiful!”

 

She hates me so much that whether in dreams or reality, her mind will be filled with thoughts of me. Ah, perhaps Dana will resent me until the very moment she dies!

 

His limbs trembled from the masochistic pleasure. It was astonishing that he could still become aroused even as his body crumbled away. Demian laughed until it seemed his face would split apart.

 

Now that he thought about it, hatred was sweeter than love. Wasn’t it hotter and more intense, more fervent enough to take his breath away? He couldn’t bear how beautiful this moment was. The moment he received her hatred. It truly is a perfect end!

 

“…I see.” At that moment, Dana smiled weakly. As though a flame had been extinguished, the heat disappeared from her eyes. “I see. You love even my hatred of you.”

 

“Of course. I love everything about you…”

 

“Then I’ll forget you.”

 

“…” The expression disappeared from Demian’s face. What?

 

“From this moment on, I won’t hate or resent you. I’ll simply forget you, like a passing breeze.” Dana’s gaze as she said this was indifferent. There was no heat. It was like ashes left after everything had burned away. The emotions that had scorched her only moments ago were nowhere to be found, cooled completely.

 

No. No, that couldn’t happen. Absolutely not. Demian shook his head violently. “You haven’t even gotten proper revenge on me. How could you forget me? Surely not. Do you really think killing me now counts as revenge?” He deliberately let out a loud, mocking laugh. “No! I’m not even afraid of dying like this! You haven’t even seen me struggle in pain, so how could you—”

 

“That’s why.” At that moment, Dana bent down and picked something up. It was the bow. The bow was made by the sorcerers of Somora, which showed its victim the most horrifying and dreadful illusion imaginable. “If I watch you struggle in fear and die…”

 

“…!”

 

“I think I’ll be able to finish everything with that and forget you.”

 

No!

 

Before he could cry it out, she drew the bowstring. Thwack. The sorcery slammed into his chest as though an arrow had pierced him.

 

“Goodbye.”

 

No. Demian shook his head. No. I don’t want this. At least before I die, I want to look at you, feel you, and die like that—

 

“Struggle and die in the illusion, you f*cking b*stard.”