The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 428

A huge deathly still hall, a stone platform surrounded by flowers, no healers or servants in sight…

Why was Morpheus not lying on a comfortable mattress inside his own home…?

Draven could feel what she was feeling, but he continued to take her towards the stone platform. Each step felt heavy as if a weight was tied to her ankles, dragging her back. She even had the urge to turn around and run away.

"Draven…?" Ember looked at the man with moist eyes, wanting to hear but at the same time fearing to hear the truth.

The red-eyed man turned away from her sorrowful gaze.

At this point, Agraleus was bringing Aureus with him outside to give Ember privacy and they were heading for the door. Aureus had no reaction, but the gray eagle forced out a thin smile at the sight of the trembling human girl.

"Morph, he will be… pleased to know you visited, Lady Ember."

After Agraleus and Aureus were gone, the silence inside the hall was so loud it was deafening.

Ember did not know what happened next, but when she regained her senses, she was already looking down at the white-robed Morpheus surrounded by flowers, feathers, small trinkets and other various objects.

His handsome face harbored a small smile, not his usual lopsided smirk, but one that was…that was…

Ember could not tell. Her eyes had turned blurry with tears.

"W-Why is he lying here like this? No pillows, no blanket…no wonder…no wonder he is so cold…Draven…Morph is cold…"

Her trembling hands were touching his lifeless hand. The large hand that held her whenever they flew in the sky, the large hand that gave her her first whistle, the same hand that saved her when she almost died on that cliff, that kind and warm hand…why was it so stiff and cold?

It was the same coldness she felt when she held her nanny that fateful night. The tears she had been trying to hold back fell in torrents.

"I-Is this some kind, some kind of weird preservation spell? To prolong his life till his injury—"

Draven's words shattered her false hope.

"Morph is gone."

"What do you mean by...gone?"

"He won't be with us anymore."

"No, no, no—"

"Morph is gone, Ember."

"It cannot be! He can't be gone! He can't be dead!"

Draven put his hand on her shoulder. "It's the truth."

Loud sobs overflowing with denial and pain echoed within that empty hall.

"—no, no… You cannot die…you cannot…Morph, wake up! You promised me! You told me you'll come to me whenever I call for you! You told me you will bring me around Agartha! You promised! You promised…You have to wake up…you cannot leave your bestfriend behind…Morph…"

Ember had fallen on her knees in front of the stone platform, begging and crying her eyes out in grief. Draven didn't say a word, merely staying by her side to comfort her. No amount of comfort could heal her—what she needed was time to accept reality.

"It's all my fault…Why did you have to be there…? Why didn't you let me die instead? It should have been me. I wanted to…I wanted to die…"

Draven closed his eyes.

'No, Ember. The one who should have died is me.'

After crying for a long, long time, she remembered how all this began and who was the one to kill Morpheus. _{frёeweɓηovel.coɱ}

"...her fault…Isa's fault…that vixen Isa, I will—"