The Duchess and the Devil - Chapter 81.1

Judith’s greatest fear was that her brother would turn out to be Hannibal. And the demon knew this very well, having taken on his appearance. However, Derrick foresaw all these actions. A few days ago, while discussing the plan with Lucas, he thought about it, realizing that the only way to break the curse was to kill the seer.

Demons are very difficult to destroy. But if you think about it, Hannibal and Derrick are both in human bodies. So maybe it was possible. Then all that was left was to lure him. And the demon took the bait, coming straight to Judith.

“Isn’t this too risky?” What if he doesn’t come to this human woman?

Hearing the plan, Lucas grimaced.

“If Hannibal hid and watched my surroundings, he would have noticed long ago that Judith was important to me.” For him it’s just a game of chance. That is why there is no reason not to strive for it.

That night, Derrick watched his wife as she slept for a long time. Despite the ideal plan, the demon was extremely worried: Hannibal could simply destroy the girl’s mind.

Groaning heavily, Derrick grabbed the handle of the knife that was sticking out in his chest. It was not easy to fight in a state where you were not in your original form, but in a human body. The battle was not easy, if only for that reason. The body was extremely heavy, as if wrapped in chain mail.

Hannibal grinned darkly and stabbed Derrick again. The man’s strong magical power penetrated between his veins and made all his senses harden.

– Usually you don’t care.

– Is something wrong? – Derrick grinned, as if he had heard some kind of joke.

Hannibal was one of the most insightful demons.

“What will happen if you cut off that human woman’s neck?”

Derrick frowned at the harsh tone of the voice. Looking at this, the demon snorted: in his eyes, a commander who sincerely treated a person looked absolutely absurd. Suddenly, the man twisted the knife placed in Derrick’s chest and pulled it out.

“Aren’t you interested in how I put a spell on her?”

The brainwashing magic made even the demon tense up for a moment. As Derrick’s eyes quickly became as fierce as a wolf’s, Hannibal’s smile grew even wider and deeper.

“You may not know, but there is a condition in which magic works more intensely.” When a subject comes into contact with my bodily fluid.

The moment Derrick heard this, he immediately guessed what happened at the hunting competition. Judith said: Sylvia, crying, dropped the handkerchief with tears, which fell right on her.

But in an extreme situation, none of them attached any importance to what happened. At this moment, Hannibal clicked his tongue, frowning, as if he wanted to say something caustic.

– Stupid. The human body is subject to magic much more easily than the devil.

The demon cut his hand, causing thick blood to splatter the grinning smile, now flowing down the Duke’s body. Now he was blinded by sudden and excruciating pain.

“My blood is also a good catalyst.”

The image of a disfigured Judith appeared before my eyes. The whole body was cut, and the stomach was protruding. Thick blood flowed down her legs, and the Duchess herself hung above the ground. A child’s cry was heard from somewhere. Derrick couldn’t stand it. The scream enveloped him from all sides, like a huge blanket.

Even though it was only a psychic trick, the demon was unable to move due to shock. Meanwhile, Hannibal kicked Derrick hard in the chest. A lump of blood poured out of the demon’s mouth, but his eyes could not return to reality, still wandering in a distant fantasy.

But Hannibal did not stop, kicking the body lying on its side. Judith watched the battle with bated breath, not understanding why Derrick was now bent over motionless. Just a moment ago he was moving freely. And in the blink of an eye the situation changed. From the outside it would seem that his limbs were tied with ropes.

The only thought in my head was that Hannibal had done to the Duke the same thing that he had done to her recently, giving her terrible hallucinations. My heart was pounding wildly just thinking about it.

At that moment, Hannibal flashed his bloody sword. With curly brown hair and dripping blood, Sylvia looked like the grim reaper had come to take Derrick’s life and soul.

– Derrick! – Judith screamed involuntarily.

Her voice was unruly from nerves and a sense of danger. The mournful call echoed from the dilapidated mansion to the vast garden. As if it was a true call that helps to get rid of the illusions before our eyes.

The dagger that was about to pierce Derrick’s heart stopped in his hand.

– Judith…