The Damned Demon

Chapter 664  A Selfless Mother

Oberon's eyes widened in horror. "No... please... I will do whatever it is to make up for all this. All I beg for is just one chance to prove myself."

Asher smirked, a glint of cruel amusement dancing in his eyes. He raised an eyebrow, his tone dripping with mockery, "Oh? A chance? Interesting. Maybe I can give you one."

Oberon's eyes flickered with a glimmer of hope despite the unease gnawing at his chest. "T-Thank you, Your Majesty. Even if I am a half-cripple, I can still make myself useful."

Asher's laughter, brief and mocking, filled the room, "Haha, of course you can. So, this is what you're going to do for me. You are going to the Oseon Continent to find out where that foxy seductress lives."

Asher had always been trying to think of a way to find out where Kira lived since he basically knew nothing about her, especially her weakness.

He knew he had to find out something before it was too late to stop her before she caused any trouble.

And as if a devil heard his thoughts, Oberon dropped right before his feet.

Oberon's eyes widened in sheer disbelief. His voice trembled as he stammered, "O-Oseon Continent? That's a dead island. Anyone who steps foot there is done for. Even if she really lives there, I'm as good as dead if she finds out."

Asher scoffed, his expression cold and unyielding, "Of course she will find out. But she'll probably not kill you as long as you do as I say. Just pretend that you want to help her betray me, and they will take you in. It's no secret how much you want me dead."

Asher knew how much Kira thirsted for revenge, and since Oberon was a well-known figure in House Drake, she might keep him alive for a while instead of immediately killing him.

Oberon's hands trembled uncontrollably. He looked down, grappling with the gravity of the situation, "T-That's still... How am I even going to help her when she asks? I don't know anything."

Asher's gaze was condescending, his tone dripping with disdain, "That's up to you to figure out. Aren't you a decorated prince? It's time to start using that rusty brain of yours. Must be quite rusty after having everything handed to you on a silver platter."

Oberon's desperation grew, "I... Even if I manage all this, how am I supposed to convey the location of her place to you?"

Asher's smile widened, his eyes narrowing with satisfaction as Lysandra's face flashed in his mind, "Don't worry about it. I know an expert who can track auras. So, we'll be having a quick visit with that expert."

A shiver ran down Oberon's spine as he felt himself being dragged into a path that seemed lined with death, "P-Please, Your Majesty. There must be some other way to prove my sincerity."

Asher chuckled softly, a sound that held no warmth. He nonchalantly patted Oberon's shoulder with his foot, his expression almost pitying, "Don't get so scared. I'm not going to force you to do this, especially after your mother begged me not to bully you. It's entirely up to you. If you don't care about rotting in this castle forever while letting your mother do all the hard work, then do nothing. Sigh, I do feel a bit of pity for your mother. Even just yesterday, she worked so hard that I had to take good care of her all night. You're really lucky to have such a selfless mother," he said with a mock sigh.

Oberon's face contorted with anguish. His veins bulged, and his teeth clenched as the weight of Asher's words settled like steel in his chest. The image of his mother suffering under Asher's manipulation tortured him. The thought of her being subjected to such cruelty drove him to the brink. Even if Asher didn't say anything explicit, he had seen and heard enough to imagine various worst scenarios that made him feel a heavy-hot sensation in his chest.

Not only did this fiend take away his woman, but also his mother!

He felt the urge to scream, to lash out and tear this fiend to pieces, but the crushing sense of powerlessness and fear kept him in check. The suffocating dread of his mother's continued suffering under Asher's thumb was unbearable.

With a voice strained and broken, Oberon finally said, "I... I will do it."

Asher's eyes gleamed with cold satisfaction as he leaned back, clearly pleased with the outcome, "That's a good boy. Now get out of my sight."

Oberon hastily bowed and hurried towards the door. But just as he was about to leave, his eyes widened in shock, and he saw his mother, Rebecca, standing right outside the door as if she had been waiting for him to come out.

Her face was a mask of anger and anxiety. Without a word, she grabbed his wrist with a grip that brooked no argument, "Come with me, quick!"

Oberon winced, a surge of frustration making him try to wrench his hand free, "Let me go. What are you doing?"

"Just keep quiet and get out of this stupid castle first," Rebecca snapped, her voice firm as she dragged him away from the imposing fortress.

Once they were outside the castle, Oberon grunted and forcibly yanked his hand from her grip, "Stop dragging me like this. Somebody might think I can't even walk on my own."

Rebecca clicked her tongue in irritation, "Do you think that's what matters now? Why were you in his room? Did he call you there? What did he tell you? Didn't I tell you to avoid that bastard at all costs? Why can't you just listen to me?"

"Enough!" Oberon roared, his voice echoing with pent-up anger. Rebecca took a step back, her eyes widening in surprise at his outburst.

Oberon glared at her, his face etched with a heavy pain, "You don't get to ask all these questions... not when you did as you liked and stayed beside him like a slave. You're even wearing that stupid choker which I told you to get rid of," he said, his gaze narrowing at the choker around her neck.

Rebecca's fingers flew to the choker, her heart pounding against her chest as she wondered if her son knew more than he should. She even forgot that this thing was always on her neck and wondered when she even stopped feeling humiliated about it. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

But the worst part of her realization was the feeling of something missing whenever her so-called master's leash wasn't latched to her choker. Just touching it would make her body feel weird.

Yet thinking about all this before Oberon made her clench her fists, her voice shaking with nervousness and frustration, "You can't talk to me like that. Do you have any idea the sacrifices I've made for you and to clean up all the mess you made? I never stopped to think of myself; I was always thinking about you. Maybe that's where it all went wrong. I let you torture that bastard all those years because I wanted you to vent your anger because I felt helpless to do anything else. If only I had known things would end like this..." Her voice trailed off, a hint of pain and regret shimmering in her eyes.

Oberon's scoff was bitter, "So now you're regretting everything you did for me? I'm at fault here, huh? Just what did that fiend do to you to even make you feel regret like this. The mother I knew would never regret anything, let alone because of someone like him. I never realized it because you barely even came to my side all these months. But now that we are finally having some conversation, I can barely recognize my mother. Just what did he do to you? Did he break you? Do you really...consider him above you?"

Rebecca's eyes widened, "Of course not! Why would you spout such nonsense!"

But then her expression softened, her voice laced with sorrow, "I never said it's your fault, my dear. I only wanted to make you happy, and I still want you to have a better life and recover from this. I promise I'll help you with that. But you have to listen to me and stay away from him. Just tell me what he said."

Frustration lined Oberon's face as he grunted, "Enough. I never asked you to do anything for me, and yet you did as you pleased by groveling at his feet. You could have chosen anyone but... him of all people? You didn't even think about how I would feel!"

Rebecca's heart clenched, her chin quivering as she wondered if he knew. She wanted to ask but couldn't muster the courage.

Seeing the crushed look on his mother's face, Oberon's worst fears seemed to solidify. The images of that moving projection of that big-breasted woman moaning and getting fucked by that alien's one-eyed monster once again haunted his mind.

He swallowed his pain and spoke in a strained voice, "To answer your question, I'm the one who went to him, and now I'm going to do as I please. Don't interfere, or I will interfere in your matters. I'll even die trying to stab that fiend if you do."

Rebecca's eyes widened in horror as she mumbled, "Oberon… you..." But he had already turned and walked away, his determination evident in his resolute stride. She wanted to follow him but found herself rooted to the spot, unable to move. The cold, determined look in her son's eyes was something she had never seen before, and it struck her deeply.

He might really do as he said if she followed after him.

But she had a feeling that the despicable bastard was to blame. Oberon wouldn't have gone to him if not for him sending those vile things.

Feeling she had to make some things clear to him, she stormed off back into the castle.