Chapter 152: The Poisoned Mirror and the Death of Glory in the Fairy's Arms
A cold, heavy mist smelling of sulfur and blood smothered the entire courtyard. The black rain refused to stop, as if the sky itself were drowning within this woven curse. The Grandmother, with eyes glowing like two pits of hell, struck her cane against the crystal floor, pushing the "Mirror of a Thousand Agonies" spell to its most brutal peak. This sorcery transformed every wound on Diyari's body into a screaming voice, echoing all the insults of his past. Each time Rina swung her blade, voices shouting "Fool" or "Ugly" rang through the air, as if the universe itself were mocking Diyari's pure love.
Rina, stripped of every trace of humanity, had eyes like two bottomless voids. The purple marks on her arms had turned into living chains, preventing her mind from finding even a second of peace. With a frantic, manic strength, she lunged at Diyari. This time, she wasn't just a warrior; she was a bloodthirsty beast. she slashed her purple blade into Diyari's right shoulder, the steel cutting deep through flesh and bone. Diyari's golden blood, mingled with that imaginary light, poured over Rina's white hands, but instead of mercy, she looked at him with pure loathing.
From the balcony, the Grandmother screamed with a voice full of hate: "Hurt him more, Rina! Don't let that fake light from his body blind you! That 'ugly' one tells you he loves you? It's only to make you a slave to his foolish fantasies! Die, Diyari! Die so Rina can become the queen the world bows down to!"
Diyari was on his knees in the center of that hell. His body was a map of agony, every inch of him bleeding, yet he stood firm like a mountain. The "imaginary power" that could have leveled the world was used for only one thing: to hold himself steady and never lift a single finger to protect himself from Rina. He knew any resistance would only cause the curse to hurt Rina more, so he chose to be the ultimate sacrifice.
With a scream of madness, Rina began to strike Diyari's bloodied face with her fists and feet. Every blow echoed with the sound of breaking bones through the courtyard. The pain was so deep it felt as if the very air was wounded. Diyari only looked at her with his golden eyes, overflowing with affection. Those eyes that Rina had mocked for years, calling them "ugly," had now become the final sanctuary for a love that was burning away.
Diyari (with a voice cracked and choked with blood):
"Hit me, Rina... if this makes you feel glory, sacrifice my whole body. I'm telling you... let every insult, every pain in the world fall on me. You are pure... you are just lost in this darkness. I will stand here until Chapter 165, until the end of history. I will not be the killer of the Rina I have painted in my heart."
Seeing that Diyari wouldn't abandon his love even under her blows, the Grandmother intensified the spell. She made every one of Diyari's wounds a reason for Rina to sink deeper into insanity. Rina raised the purple blade and drove it into Diyari's chest with all her might. The blade pierced the very center of his heart. A massive explosion of light erupted from the wound, a light filled with pure memories, but the Grandmother blocked it from reaching Rina's soul.
Rina, her hands soaked to the elbows in Diyari's golden blood, began to cry hysterically—not out of kindness, but a cry that sounded like her soul was being set on fire. The unloved child inside Diyari's heart, who had always craved one sweet word from Rina, was now suffocating under her strikes. The Grandmother watched with a demonic laugh; she feasted on the sight of love becoming its own executioner.
Rina (with a scream like cracking glass):
"Why don't you fight back? Why don't you kill me and end this? Grandmother says you are a demon! You are the 'fool' who wants to enslave me! Die! Just die so I don't have to see this light anymore! I hate you! I hate that cold smile of forgiveness on your lips!"
Rina pushed the blade deeper and deeper into Diyari's chest. He closed his eyes, yet he still reached out with a bloody hand to gently touch her cheek. In that moment, the entire courtyard went silent. Diyari's body began to tremble violently, his golden light fading into a thin smoke, but he remained on his knees and did not fall. The man who made the universe tremble with his imaginary power was now a silent piece of bleeding flesh before Rina's black eyes.
The Grandmother unleashed the final "Soul Burn" spell. Rina felt her body turning into a purple fire. She began to brutally tear at Diyari's skin with her claws. As pieces of him were torn away, the Grandmother shouted: "There is the glory! There is the revenge for the years that 'ugly' thing lived in your house!"
In the midst of all that torment, a single golden tear fell from Diyari's eye. It wasn't for his own pain, but for the Rina who was turning into a monster within this spell. Diyari's silence was more terrifying than a thousand screams. A man who allows himself to be torn apart like this just to keep his promise is the greatest threat to all the lies the Grandmother had built.
Rina reached the peak of her madness. With her blade, she carved a deep mark across Diyari's face, right over the old burn that the Grandmother called the "Mark of Curse." In that moment, Diyari felt his last spark of strength fading, but he still wouldn't let Rina feel the victory of breaking him. He only watched her with eyes full of love and sorrow that remained bright even in the heart of hell.
The Grandmother began to laugh a terrifying laugh, like a thousand demons screaming at once. As Rina, with that bloody blade, prepared to deliver the final killing blow to Diyari's throat, the silence in the courtyard became the heaviest thing a human could ever endure.
Written by: Dlin_myth