Free Web NovelChapter 21: It Was All in Your Head, Little Omega
Nathan/Seraphel
I stood up immediately, my chest heaving as a look of stunned, chaotic triumph washed over my face. How the mighty have fallen.
Azriel lay motionless on the floor, a thick pool of crimson blood steadily expanding around his throat. Was he actually dead? I stared down at him, my pulse hammering in my ears.
Even though the Sins were god-like entities that healed at an unnatural, terrifying speed, a fatal throat wound like this usually took considerable time to knit back together. And before that time could ever come, I should already be transmigrated out of this trash-fire book.
After all, the only thing keeping the plot active was the Prince of Lust himself. If he died, the timeline had to collapse.
Maybe it was only going to take a few minutes. Any second now, I’d be pulled out of here.
"I’m sorry, Azriel," I muttered, my voice shaking as I let the bloody silver fork slip from my fingers. It hit the stone floor with a sharp clink.
My heart was racing so fast it felt like it would burst through my ribs. I frantically looked around the luxurious chamber, waiting for the reality to glitch, for a glowing portal to rip open and drag me back to my world. "This was the only way I could survive. I don’t regret it. There’s absolutely no way in hell I’m staying in this universe, and there is no way I’m carrying a demonic child."
I closed my eyes tightly, raising my hands in front of me like a prayer. I just needed to manifest it. Once I opened my eyes, I’d be staring at the cracked ceiling of my college dorm room.
"Come on," I growled through gritted teeth, desperation clawing at my throat. "Take me back! Bye!"
I shouted the words into the void, fiercely counting to ten in my head before finally forcing my eyelids open.
I’m back home, I desperately thought.
Suddenly, I heard voices. Loud, echoing voices and heavy, synchronized footsteps were marching directly toward me. For a split second, a wave of pure relief washed over me. I figured it was just the loud, annoying students marching down the hallway of my dormitory building.
A triumphant smile broke across my face, and I slowly opened my eyes, fully expecting to see my cheap mattress and my messy desk.
Instead, horror struck me like a physical blow. I was still staring at the exact same obsidian door.
Disappointment and cold dread flooded my entire system. "How the hell is this happening to me? Why am I still here?!" I snapped, losing my mind. I reached up, grabbed the heavy silver hairpin holding my high ponytail together, and violently yanked it out, letting my thick, silver-black hair tumble wildly down my shoulders in frustration.
Did I mess up the method? Did I not slash deep enough? I looked back down at the floor. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com
Azriel was still lying right there, cold and entirely still, his throat completely slit open.
Where the hell had it all gone wrong?
"What did I do wrong? Why am I still stuck in this story? Azriel is dead!"
"The soul-connection between His Imperial Highness and me just severed, and that only happens if he is in immediate peril or deceased," Malachi’s booming, authoritative voice suddenly thundered from directly outside the door. "He entered the omega’s chambers, did he not?" I heard him demand of the guards.
Malachi. The High Guard must have felt his master’s bond snap the exact second I drove the fork into Azriel’s throat, and now he was rushing here to execute me.
"Oh, goodness," I groaned, aggressively running my hands through my long hair as panic completely derailed my thoughts.
The voices outside grew terrifyingly closer, and my eyes darted back to Azriel’s corpse. Since I hadn’t been kicked out of the novel, the rules dictated that he should have regenerated by now. Why the hell was he still just lying there like a useless piece of meat?
"Tear the heavy doors down and bring the omega out!" Malachi roared from the other side of the stone entryway.
I was completely doomed. The second that door shattered, my life was officially over, pregnant or not.
"Azriel," I gasped, dropping heavily to my knees right beside him. I desperately slapped my hand onto the center of his broad, unmoving chest. "I know you’re not dead! Please, you bastard, wake up!" I pleaded, lowering my head over his face. "I shouldn’t have slit your throat, okay? I just wanted to leave this story, and I thought this was my only ticket out! Please... just open your eyes!"
Nothing happened. The body remained completely stiff.
"Why are you still dead? You’re a literal Sin, you’re supposed to be immortal! What the hell is happening!" I demanded, my fingers pressing hard against the side of his neck to check his pulse. It was entirely cold.
There wasn’t a single sign of life.
Behind me, the heavy door began to slowly groan and slide open. Dread washed over my entire body, paralyzing my spine.
"No, no, no! Azriel, please!" I cried out, my voice cracking as I leaned down, burying my face against his neck. "Wake up and stop this! I know you’re too powerful to die like this. You can’t be dead! Azriel... if you wake up right now, I’ll do whatever you want. Anything at all. Just please don’t let them kill me..."
A soft, devastatingly familiar laughter suddenly echoed directly inside my head.
My entire body went completely rigid. The sound was velvety, deep, and dripping with malicious satisfaction. It belonged entirely to Azriel. Only him could sound like that.
"You said it yourself, little omega... you will do absolutely anything I want. So do not dare go back on your words."
The telepathic words vibrated through my skull.
I sharply whipped my head up, my eyes widening in sheer disbelief. The ground beneath me was completely dry. Azriel was gone. The pool of blood was gone. Even the chaotic voices and the splintering sounds outside the door had completely vanished into thin air.
There was nothing but an eerie, suffocating silence.
