Hellbound Heart

Chapter 305 Voice

Part of her wanted him to be there, to hold her and comfort her in this moment of need. But at the same time, she knew that it was too dangerous for him to come. The enemy had a hold of her now, and if Sebastian came to her rescue, he would be putting himself in grave danger without the guarantee that she would even be able to survive this.

Elle did not want to see Sebastian suffer again. She had already been through so much, and she could not bear the thought of him going through the same pain and torment that she had endured.

The world continued to spin around her. She was not  sure if it was the aftereffects of the blow she had taken or the enemy had already started the ritual.

Her heart suddenly began to ache with a pain that was more than physical. She thought of Sebastian, of how much she loved him and how much she had put him through. Ever since they first met, their relationship had progressed such that it was always somehow wrought with troubles - either misunderstandings between themselves, incitement by outsiders, or just pure circumstances that turned out badly. Elle felt sorry as she came to the conclusion that after meeting her and getting involved with her, Sebastian's life seemed to be filled with more agony than good times.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she whispered his name, her voice choked with emotion. She felt like she was suffocating, like the weight of the world was crashing down on her chest. She almost never felt sorry for herself, but now is one time that she truly felt it. That her fate was just so miserable that she even had the question if it was even worth it for her to be hanging on.

And then, all of a sudden, the pain was just too much. It was like a switch had been flipped, and everything went dark.

Elle howled in agony, unable to control the overwhelming waves of pain that consumed her. She could not see anything, could not hear anything, could not feel anything, except for the mind-numbing agony that coursed through her body. It was then that she felt every single inch of her nerves like never before as the pain radiated through her muscles and nervous system, right to the very tips of her fingers and toes.

At that moment, she felt like she was dying. She thought of Sebastian again, wondering if she would ever see him again, if she would ever get the chance to tell him how much she loved him. To ever tell him that she had been happiest and most satisfied when she was with him.

And then, she heard a voice. A sweet, gentle female voice that seemed to come from somewhere deep inside her.

"No," the voice whispered, "you're not going to die here. You're going to fight, and you're going to survive. You're going to make it back to Sebastian, and he's going to be so very proud of you."

Elle clung to those words, letting them wash over her and fill her with hope. She knew that she could not give up, not now, not ever. She had to keep fighting, keep pushing forward, until she made it back to safety and back into the arms of the man she loved.

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The violent storm of demonic energy and forbidden magic raged on in the underground cemetery, tearing at the fabric of reality itself. The air was thick with the odour of sulfur and cloying sweet scent death, and the ground shook with each passing moment.

The forbidden magic whirled around like a hurricane, threatening to destroy everything in its path.

The screams of Izabelle, chained to the rectangular table, added to the horror of the situation. Her body writhed and contorted, as if she was possessed by some malevolent force.

He knew then that something had gone terribly wrong, that the ritual had unleashed a force that was far beyond their control. That there was a hidden factor not known to them that might have thrown a wrench in their carefully laid out plans.

The masked man who had orchestrated this dark ritual watched on in horror as everything spiraled out of control, dashing their highest hopes into a million fragmented pieces. He watched helplessly for a few moments as all his efforts were reduced to rubbish. Before long, he turned to the trio who had been assisting him, his voice filled with anger and confusion.

"What the f**k went wrong?!!" he bellowed, his eyes blazing with fury. His earlier helplessness now gone and replaced with unquencheable ferocity that even had everyone step back from its force. "How did this even happen?!!!"

The trio cowered before him, trembling with fear. "W-we don't kn-know..." one of them stammered after a few seconds. "It... it might be be-because of the demonic po-power within her that-"

But before he could finish, the masked man's attention was drawn to something else entirely. He gasped in horror as he saw a figure appearing in the midst of the vortex of darkness, like the very god of darkness itself, towering over them with a dark and ancient power that seemed to shake the very foundations of reality.

The masked man could hardly believe what he was witnessing with his own two eyes. This was beyond anything he had ever imagined, beyond anything he had ever dared to dream of.

"T-this...this can't be happening," he whispered, his voice trembling with fear as he felt a cold, sickening dread curling malevolently in the pit of his stomach, waiting to consume him.

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