Second Chance: Raising A Yandere Demon Lord

The cold sweat soaked his back until now, and the memories of what happened few moments ago were fresh to him. Even now, what he did was vivid to him.

Every wound he inflicted on the woman's body was counted by him precisely while she writhed in pain. The mȯȧns and cries of her agony resonated through his ears even now.

His entire body was shaking currently.

When he was asked to make the first move by Odette, he was reluctant. Vanessa chained in the prison stared at him with fear-filled eyes; there was nothing fun about it.

Left with no choice, he attacked her using his shivering hands. Tears were close to welling up in his eyes then while he suċkėd in a deep breath.

But after first two to three blows, he didn't have the hesitation inside him any longer. That's when, he recalled how Odette cried out due to sufferings all those nights and knew Vanessa had a hand in it.

He remembered how she snickered and mocked Odette.

The anger from that dissolved all of his guilt and fear; for a second there, he didn't believe it was terrible to hurt the woman before him. That's when, all the reluctance disappeared.

Only when he had reached his room was he hit with the weight of what occured, and that realization made him afraid.

Adrian didn't judge Odette for how she was. Even if it was something bad, as long as Odette was the one behind it, he would have a biased view. This just showed his tolerance for Odette.

However, the matter was different when it came to him.

Adrian's train of thoughts and self-criticism was stopped when Odette opened the door and leaned against the wall. The expression on her face was unreadable— other than the solemn look in her eyes.

"Did you hate it?" Odette inquired.

Adrian raised his head and remained silent. The question left him speechless for what he felt wasn't something he could put in words.

Odette was patient.

After a careful consideration, Adrian answered, "I didn't hate it. Because that person hurt Lady Odette, I didn't mind it. But if that person was someone else, I would have hated it."

Amusement danced in Odette's eyes while she chuckled. To be honest, she was impressed today. He was much better than her when she first started out.

Not always was she as heartless now. At one time, she did have a mental state like Adrian, and that's when, she was taught by her mother how to inflict harm on people, how to derive pŀėȧsurė from it.

No one is born crazy after all; even Odette understood that.

But Adrian is holding up better than her back then. What surprised her wasn't that, but the fact she expected this behaviour from this.

The boy was someone who wore his heart on the sleeve, and even if someone hurt him, he wouldn't receive pŀėȧsurė from getting revenge. In Odette's eyes, he was some sort of righteous boy.

But right now, despite his trembling, his composure was maintained, and he hadn't collapsed. Even when he attacked Venessa, he remained resolute for the most part and didn't beg for her to pardon him.

Probably a part of her understood everything but feigned to remain clueless, pretending to be surprised.

Odette then followed up with, "Next time, I will make you go against someone innocent. Sounds good?"

Adrian wore a frown and seemed to be contemplating. After few seconds, he responded, "I will hate myself then."

Odette, taken aback, raised one of her eyebrows. "You won't hate me?"

"I told you before, Lady Odette," Adrian stated, "I can't hate you; I will never hate you."

But one thing she knew for sure was Adrian's declaration made her uncomfortable— not that she would show it to anyone.

Odette didn't wish to stay in this room any longer. Earlier she came to check on the boy, but clearly he was stable enough; at most he would spend a few sleepless nights, which wasn't that big of a deal.

However, before Odette could leave, her dress was being tugged at, and responding to it, she turned back.

Nervousness filled Adrian's eyes as he stared at her, and his hands were trembling slightly. As his lips were pressed in a thin line, she noticed it was difficult for him to let the words out.

Following few seconds of hesitation, he questioned, "Are you still angry at me?"