The Devil's Betrothed-Chapter 813: Draven’s Decision

Meanwhile, Morpheus finally managed to reach her path where the phoenix was flying toward him, her mouth was letting out the destructive flames of hellfire.

"Ember," he called out, looking straight at her though there was so much distance between them. "You have to stop!" he commanded.

This time, her pupils, filled with fire, finally constricted as she recognized him. The bond between them didn’t let him go unnoticed to her.

"Come to me. You have to stop," he called from a distance, his hands raised in her direction, asking her to come into his arms.

But to his shock, she changed her path all of a sudden and flew in a different direction. It was clear she recognized her mate and didn’t wish to harm him, but at the same time, she couldn’t stop from taking her revenge.

Morpheus smiled. "At least you recognized me even when you are not yourself. What more could I ever wish for? My mate values me, can’t forget me."

With newfound determination, he flew in another direction. And this time, he was not going to let her go away from him. She had to come to him, let him take his last breaths when she was close to him.

Just then, Draven, in his dragon form, connected the mind link with Morpheus as he tried to follow him to stop him. But Ember and Morpheus were already far away.

"What are you doing, Morph?" Draven asked him through the mind link.

"Stopping our mate," Morpheus’s reply came through.

"You can’t," Draven warned him coldly.

"At this moment, only I can," Morpheus replied, and Draven watched him moving even faster toward Ember.

"Wait for me," Draven told him. "You alone are not enough."

"We can’t afford to make her lose both her mates, so you better stay in your place," Morpheus replied, and cut the mind link after saying the last thing: "Just tell her to not cry for me. As my life was always meant to end this way."

"I won’t let you die this time," Draven declared to himself and continued flying in Morpheus’s direction.

Morpheus was too smart to fail this time, as he knew exactly what to do. He was not going to give her a chance to change her path again.

Expert in flying, he shifted his course and stopped dead in her path, right in front of her. "Ember, stop! Please," he said.

She wanted to turn and change direction, but it was too late. The hellfire flames she spat were already upon him, ready to burn him entirely in the next instant.

Morpheus didn’t waver. He stood his ground and repeated, "Stop, for my sake. My last wish I ask of you."

She let out a loud screech as the hellfire was about to engulf him. She wanted to stop it, but it was too late.

Morpheus closed his eyes, ready to let go, but—

Boom!

A deafening blast was heard, and suddenly Morpheus found himself shielded by massive, dark dragon wings. Startled, he opened his eyes and realized what had happened.

"You idiot," Morpheus snapped angrily, knowing the hellfire had struck this dragon and that it would harm him.

Draven had shielded him with his own body and taken the full brunt of the hellfire. One of his wings was aflame, burning under the cursed fire. Unable to sustain flight, his colossal form plummeted toward the ground, carrying Morpheus with him — yet even then, he refused to loosen his protective hold around him.

Through the mind link, Draven’s voice rumbled, resolute. "This time, you won’t die."

Everyone in the Heaven Realm watched in horror as the enormous black dragon fell from the sky at breakneck speed, flames trailing behind, no control left in his wings.

"Draven!" Evanthe gasped in pained shock. Whether it was Draven or Morpheus who was hurt, it tore at her the same. All she could pray for was that both of them survived.

At last, the dragon’s body struck the snowy base of Mount Aramis with an earth-shaking impact, leaving a massive, deep imprint in the snow. Morpheus, still cocooned within Draven’s scorched but unyielding wing, remained protected, though Draven himself bore the wounds.

High above, the raging phoenix faltered. Her fiery form trembled, and her screech turned into a pained cry. As the flames around her dimmed, the hellfire that had consumed her began to recede. She had realized, at last — she had hurt the ones she loved most.

The phoenix landed on the snowy ground, her beast form shifting back into her human form. There she was — Ember — her eyes teary and regretful, her expression pained.

She took slow steps toward her mates, the snow beneath her feet melting under the heat of the hellfire she still carried, yet she continued to walk.

Meanwhile, Evanthe turned to Solon. "Take me to where they have fallen." She then told Seren to stay with her mother, Sierra.

Solon glanced at Grianor, who offered him an approving nod. Solon and Evanthe disappeared from sight, while Grianor turned to Isis and gave his command to the celestial guards.

"Take Isis to the dungeons and lock her there."

The celestial guards bound her in power-blocking chains and escorted her away. She didn’t protest, knowing it was over for her.

Seren and Sierra were taken to the healing chamber, so both of them could heal.

The other deities had disappeared from their places to go to Draven as well as worry of their God of war engulfed all of them.

With that, Solon and Grianor left as well, heading toward Draven. They knew the Deity of Fire was finally calm, her reason returned — but at the cost of her mates.

Drayvor stopped using his powers and so did the two dragons and a demoness as there was no need of that trapping triangle anymore.

All of them headed to where Draven had fallen. They changed into their human forms as they landed on the snowy ground and walked towards Draven.

They could only hope none of them are harmed, neither Draven, nor Morpheus.