He said nothing more.
Just turned away.
No grand farewell. No last look. Just... silence.
The heavy footsteps of the Demon King echoed through the room as he walked out, his white hair trailing like a ghost behind him. No mana. No aura. Just emptiness.
And then he was gone.
The great doors slowly closed with a deep, metallic groan.
Clack.
That sound hit deeper than any scream.
The room was quiet now.
Too quiet.
Rei stood there alone in the hollow silence, her hands trembling at her sides, her breathing uneven. It should've been cold—the way he left, the words he said—but her skin burned. With shame. With pain. With something she couldn't name.
She sat down slowly, her legs folding beneath her, her hands gripping the floor like she was trying to hold herself together. Her vision blurred, but this time she didn't cry. There were no more tears left.
She just stared ahead, at nothing.
"So... I really was just a mistake."
A bitter smile crossed her lips, one that didn't reach her eyes.
She had suspected it all these years. But hearing it—feeling it—was something else. Something far worse.
She wasn't just unloved.
She wasn't even his.
She was the child of a betrayal. The living proof of a shattered kingdom and a love that turned into ash.
"He didn't even look back…"
She whispered it into the emptiness.
But why would he? She wasn't his to love.
Just a cursed mark on his life, a parasite with his enemy's blood in her veins.
She once again remember why she left the demon realm and fled to human realm
but there too….
"…"
The silence dragged on until her body stopped shaking. Then… she laughed.
Not out of joy.
Not madness either.
It was that cold kind of laugh—the one you let out when the last illusion dies and all that's left is truth.
She wiped her eyes and slowly stood up, her breath steadying, her legs no longer trembling.
Her heart still ached, sure—but there was something else rising within her now.
Fire.
Resolve.
Not the kind born from hope.
But from clarity.
From pain.
From truth.
Even if the Demon King hated her?
Even if her mother and the entire Lust Clan abandoned her?
She didn't care.
Love was a luxury. Approval was a lie.
If they won't stand beside her... she'll walk alone.
And if they try to stop her?
Then she'll kill them all.
She had already killed the Demon King once.
What's stopping her from doing it again?
If he stands in her path—he dies.
If her mother tried to manipulate me again—she dies.
If the Hero thinks he can play savior—he dies.
Anyone. Everyone.
It doesn't matter who.
Demon, human, angel, god.
If they block her path, they'll burn.
She'll reduce realms to ash. She'll tear open heaven and hell with her bare hands if she has to.
Just for one reason:
To live.
To live on her terms.
To smile without chains.
To laugh without permission.
To cry without shame.
To be free.
She looked at her reflection again—silver hair, violet eyes glowing like embers in the night.
No more tears.
No more weakness.
No more waiting for someone to save her.
She raised her chin, her voice low—steady like death, sharp like a blade soaked in vengeance.
"If the world dares to chain me again…"
Her eyes blazed, glowing with a cruel, unholy light—neither demon nor divine.
Her eyes narrowed, lips curling into a cold, menacing smile.
"—Then I will destroy such world."
The air around her trembled.
Somewhere deep within her core, her dormant power stirred.
A storm was coming.
And this time... she was the one bringing it.