The Villianess story: A 100 ways to kill your husband
Chapter 463: The dead walks again

Chapter 463: The dead walks again

"Sorry I came late," a voice echoed faintly in his mind. The events of that night were a blur, shadows, noise, and then nothing.

Cedric could not remember what happened exactly after Abrielle left. All he knew was that a dark presence entered the room and everything became dark.

His eyes fluttered, his gaze was locked on the ceiling. A frown etched on his brow, he couldn’t recognise the room. It seemed very luxurious with a foreign architecture he could not recognise.

There were several intricate paintings on the ceilings and the walls had several gold carvings. Even Heliosa didn’t have architecture this extravagant.

His lips parted, and a groan escaped. He seemed very exhausted. He was tired to his bones. It wasn’t surprising, after all, he was close to death...

His eyes went wide, Was he dead? He wondered. That was the only reason why his sight was back and the burning pain was gone. Cedric abruptly sat up. His body was tired, but it wasn’t numb and dead like he remembered it to be.

He struggled to get off the bed, his feet were a bit wobbly, yet he felt light. Now he was certain he was dead and the voice he heard was the grim reaper

After struggling to gain his balance, he stalked to the mirror across the room to take a look at himself. He still looked the same, just that his eyes were pitch black, and his marks that had disappeared earlier were all over her body; only his face was spared.

A dark robe clung to him, the fabric loose enough to reveal parts of his chest. He never imagined hell would be so... extravagant and generous. Maybe he was dead after all.

He glanced at the door, his curiosity piqued. Cedric approached the door with gentle steps. He reached out for the handle, and it clicked open before he even touched it. It was pushed open.

At the other side of the door, a maid stood struck, her eyes staring blankly at Cedric like she was unable to process what was happening while she gawked at him. Her eyes blinked, he also stared back.

Cedric immediately sensed something off about her. She had a dark energy wafting around her. Although it was weak, she didn’t seem like a regular human. His lips parted, and he croaked. His voice was raspy because he hadn’t spoken in a while.

"Where am I?" He asked, and she jolted, moving backwards. His voice snapped her from her trance, and she finally realised he was actually standing before her. The maid completely freaked out. The bowl of warm water she was holding slipped out of her fingers along with the towels.

"He is awake!" She screamed and ran away without answering his questions. Poor Cedric was completely puzzled by this incident. He stepped out of the room and decided to walk in the direction the maid ran off

He strolled down the hall, noting the unusual architecture and paintings on the dark-themed walls. Cedric’s feet stopped after a while, the maid was nowhere to be seen. He glanced at his side, noticing a painting.

It was a couple; both faces were very foreign to him. He was stunned at their striking features, as if it was crafted by the gods. Cedric felt an odd familiarity with the lady in the portrait although he was certain they had never met before.

Footsteps drew closer, drawing his attention from the picture. His eyes narrowed, noticing the same maid who had run away earlier had returned, appearing from an intersection ahead.

She wasn’t alone, she was with a face Cedric was familiar with. He turned his entire attention to them, his gaze meeting that of the newcomer. "I am not lying, he is indeed awake." The maid’s voice shook. Her finger pointed at Cedric.

"It doesn’t look like you are lying." The newcomer chimed. His dark eyes lingered on Cedric. "You can leave to share the news." He instructed the maid who bolted off immediately.

Cedric’s gaze was still focused on them, he was trying to piece everything together. "I wasn’t expecting you to be wandering around, Prince Cedric Von Drakkar. It’s been a while." The newcomer chimed, a smirk etched on his lips

"Azrael, " Cedric blurted, he doubted his eyes for a moment. Azrael tilted his head. "I am glad you remember my name. Although I wish we had met again under better circumstances." He replied.

Cedric’s gaze flickered. "Where am I? Am I dead?" He asked. He had a good reason to believe he was dead, considering the dark energy in the air.

In the blink of an eye, Azrael disappeared from where he stood and appeared next to Cedric. His eyes were thick with murderous intent.

Cedric sensed his attack coming, Azrael was too fast for even him to respond to. Azrael kicked Cedric straight in the stomach. He went flying away until his back struck against the wall, and a mouthful of blood spilt out from his mouth.

Azrael appeared before Cedric with the same murderous intent. He grabbed Cedric’s face and, for the first time in the 23+ years of his life, the first prince of Draconia felt weak. "You are even weaker than I thought, that attack was slow. That’s pretty disappointing." Azrael clicked his tongue.

"At least you are tough with just a few scratches. Does it hurt?" He chirped in. Cedric glared at the bastard who didn’t seem much older than him, 3 years max, yet he felt intimidated.

"What do you think?" He spat at Azrael, the sharp pain sheared through his back. Azrael clicked his tongue.

"You’re bleeding—and in pain. That means you’re not dead."

Cedric smirked through the ache. "So, the dead don’t get this luxury?"

Azrael chuckled. "Their dead body can’t, but their soul can bleed and feel pain when they are damned in hell," Azrael replied, then gave Cedric a hand to stand up.

Cedric rose, Azrael’s hold tightened in his grip. His eyes grew darker like an endless abyss, similar markings like Cedric’s own spread to his neck

"You aren’t dead but I am disappointed you almost died at the hand of a mortal because of a cursed blade." He spat his grip getting tighter. Cedric gritted his teeth. He could sense Azrael’s murderous intent but he was certain Azrael didn’t want to kill him.

"You still haven’t answered my question about where I am or how I got here?" Cedric managed to say

"You were brought here by a kind heart that couldn’t bear to see you die so meaninglessly. If it was up to me I would have let you die." A grin spread across Azrael’s face.

"Welcome to hell, Prince Cedric Von Drakkar."