Free Web NovelChapter 33: The Voices
Seraphel
I expected to feel a sudden, violent burn in my chest, expected to be in excruciating pain, but absolutely nothing happened. I sat there waiting for a full sixty seconds, explicitly keeping the countdown ticking in my head, but I was still perfectly fine.
Or was it a slow-acting poison? A lethal dose that would quietly eat away at my organs the exact moment I let my guard down?
So many dark thoughts came rushing into my head at once, and I couldn’t help but wonder if I was just being overly paranoid about the whole situation. Or maybe, since the original web novel’s plot had already shifted so drastically, was it possible I was just completely overthinking this?
"Seraphel," one of the lower-ranking concubines called out, breaking my train of thought.
I turned my head to face a woman who was smiling down at me with a sickeningly sweet expression. "I heard you were originally just a part of the lowborn slaves brought into the palace for the Prince’s rut. How on earth did you survive? His Highness never shares his sacred cultivation with mere rut partners—only with his official concubines. So how did you make it out alive? Why isn’t your body rotting from the corruption right now?"
The surrounding concubines immediately broke into a wave of cruel giggles, their sharp eyes locking onto me to see how I’d break under the pressure.
They expected me to squirm, but honestly, having to present projects in front of a massive crowd back in my old world as the class representative made me feel absolutely nothing at this moment.
Sure, I had felt a tiny bit nervous when I first stepped into the grand hall, but right now? The weight of their staring meant nothing to me.
"Should you really be asking that question, Dania?" Kaevian intervened smoothly, lazily fanning himself as his hazel eyes lingered on my face. "He is the Prince’s pregnant omega, which means I am completely sure he holds far more authority than the rest of us sitting in this courtyard combined."
A collective gasp erupted from the concubines across the garden, but not a single person dared to utter a word of disagreement.
This was, after all, Kaevian—the second-ranked favorite in the entire harem.
Slyven slammed his hands angrily onto the wooden table, the loud crack breaking the tense silence. "Why the hell are you smiling?!" he yelled, aggressively pointing a finger directly at my face.
"Do you honestly believe that a piece-of-trash omega who just happened to get lucky enough to fall pregnant now gets to act high and mighty? You are absolutely nothing. Do you honestly think a fragile human can even survive this kind of supernatural pregnancy?" A sinister, mocking smile formed on his lips. "You are completely delusional. I have served at the side of the Prince for so long that I know for a fact your body won’t survive until the birth."
"And what the hell makes you so sure that he won’t survive the pregnancy? Why exactly do you think so?"
A familiar, chilling voice—a voice I never expected to hear in this courtyard—echoed through the air as a massive purple portal tore open in the middle of the garden.
Out stepped Azriel, his perfectly polished, radiant boots gleaming under the sunlight, emphasizing the absolute dominance and regal power radiating from his frame. Marching closely behind him was Malachi.
"Your Highness!" every single concubine shrieked in unison, scrambling to their feet and dropping their heads in a deep, submissive bow.
I remained seated right where I was on the mat, completely frozen. This man was so freaking gorgeous it honestly blew my mind every single time I looked at him. The moment his crimson eyes locked onto mine, he let out a dark, knowing smirk, making my heart take a violent leap in my chest.
Then, out of nowhere, a rhythmic, suffocating chant began echoing inside my brain.
Kill the Prince of Lust. Kill the Prince of Lust.
My eyes widened in panic as I looked around the courtyard, wondering if I had somehow heard wrong. But there was no one speaking; the garden was dead silent. The words were echoing purely inside my own head, and it definitely wasn’t Azriel’s voice. He was known to be the top mind-controller in the entire universe, but this was a completely foreign force. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ
Unless an exceptionally powerful omega had somehow managed to breach my mental walls, but that was impossible. Everyone present in the harem was human or low-tier omegas with little to no spiritual power at all.
And yet, the commanding voice kept growing louder and louder, rattling my skull.
Kill the Prince of Lust. Kill the Prince of Lust.
Before I could even process what my limbs were doing, I was up from my seat. I began walking past the rows of concubines, gliding right past Slyven, who was still trembling with his head bowed low near Azriel’s feet.
I desperately wanted to stop. I tried to force my muscles to freeze, screaming at myself internally not to take another step forward, but no matter how hard I fought for control, my legs kept moving entirely on their own until I was standing directly in front of Azriel.
He gave me a questioning, slightly amused look, but I couldn’t say a word.
My body pushed right past his side, stopping directly in front of Malachi. In the literal blink of an eye, my hand flew out, aggressively ripping Malachi’s heavy steel sword right out of its scabbure and pointing the sharp blade directly at Azriel’s chest.
The concubines screamed in absolute horror. Azriel’s smirk vanished, replaced by a look of genuine confusion, while Malachi tensed, preparing to lung forward to disarm me.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Malachi yelled, but I moved faster.
Driven by the unyielding force in my head, I swung my arm and slashed the sharp blade right across Azriel’s chest.
Yet, the voices didn’t stop.
They only got louder, screaming for blood. I raised the heavy sword again and slashed it across his chest a second time, the hot crimson blood spurting directly onto my face.
I wanted to stop so badly. I wished with everything I had that Azriel could read my thoughts at that exact moment, that he could look into my mind and see the foreign entity hijacking my body, but I couldn’t even see his expression through the haze. All I could hear was the deafening, relentless chant.
Kill the Prince of Lust. Kill the Prince of Lust.
The moment I raised the sword to strike his chest for the third time, Malachi finally moved with blinding speed. He intercepted my arm, ruthlessly grabbing the hilt of the sword from my grip and slamming the weapon hard down onto the stone ground.
Instantly, the suffocating urge to kill him vanished into thin air, and the voices completely disappeared from my head.
My vision finally cleared, and I saw Azriel standing right in front of me, his eyes fully blown as he stared down at me with absolute shock.
"I didn’t mean to do it...!" I yelled, my voice cracking in pure terror.
