My legendary class is Husband Of Deathwill Sisters?

Chapter 316: We will be always together

Alex felt anger many times.

His most recent show of wrath was when he learned about Elias Deathwill’s wives and his intent toward Deathwill Sisters, his daughters.

Alex would always feel a genuine hatred toward this man. He would soothe his anger by recalling Elias Deathwill’s beaten face.

That was not enough, for obvious reasons.

[I have never loved my wives.]

“Bastard!” Alex screamed, his soul in the dark red ocean. He kept sinking below as if trying to run away from the wrath.

[They are my precious swords.]

“They are your daughters!” Alex screamed as he couldn’t stand someone else calling his lovely wives items. He loved them too much.

Alex didn’t know when he ended up in his soul. He couldn’t even think about it as wrath invaded him, corroding his soul. He slowly lost himself in his imaginations and wrath, fighting against a fake Elias Deathwill.

On a horizon, a part of the vivid red ocean turned black. It looked gross and unstoppable, seemingly corroding a peaceful world.

[I am the real one!]

Someone’s else voice echoed in Alex’s soul. It was a womanly voice, sounding mesmerizing despite an immense hatred in her tone. It was as if she could turn any man into masochists with sound alone.

It was an ear-shattering voice, yet Alex didn’t wake up from his own hatred. He kept recalling Elias Deathwill, who was his main enemy.

[You are fake! You, who don’t even remember your own husband, are a mere clone! He’s mine, only mine!]

The lady’s voice caused tides and whirlpools in Alex’s soul. The more she screamed, the faster corrosion became.

But as Alex was a peculiar fellow, his soul held a conscious resident.

“Shut up, you cheap whore!” A red-haired woman, whose streaks blended perfectly with the red ocean, howled with a clearly irritated face.

As she floated atop the red ocean, her hair seemed in one with the ocean. It made her seem like she was in the middle of her nest.

But as she lifted her upper body, the lady noticed the incoming storm, “Not only do you come here uninvited, you corrode my dwelling while screaming of someone’s else husband?

I bet you shit have never cleaned your snatch out of cum. That’s why he fucking run away from you or chose someone else,” the girl lifted her voluptuous curves with her own energy, floating above the red ocean.

She dropped her feet gently onto the ocean’s surface, standing like a goddess of this place. She was tall, gorgeous, and confident in her strength and beauty!

Alas, she was not a goddess.

She was Alexander Mao’s Demon. She was the second unique demon, for her strength stemmed from two sources, her and Alexander’s fear.

No antagonist, except Blackburn Blade, had such a demon.

Two additional pairs of slender arms sprouted like flowers from her torso and shoulders. She lifted her chin arrogantly, tilting her head as her eyes shone red. As if such a movement was a trigger, her body exploded with peculiar mana, adding a red hue to her pale skin.

In such a hot state, the demon rushed forward, stomping on the ocean and leaving behind billowing circles.

BANG!

In the blink of an eye, the girl slammed all her fists onto the corroded ocean. Her strength stopped the black energy’s invasion, shattering some of it. But as the demon continued throwing punches, she quickly realized that she couldn’t utterly erase it from Alexander’s soul.

[I will get him back! We will take over your throne together!]

“Bitch… Stop talking about him,” the demon skipped a few steps behind, glaring at the black ocean with a riled-up expression, “If he has chosen someone else, you can do nothing about it.

If he has chosen a new life, you can do nothing about it.

I’ve already given up on my previous life, so close your dog face wherever you are and let me sleep!” Ivonne’s shout swept through the ocean.

And as she laced her voice with her mana, the corrosion stopped for at least some time. Her authority over this place was second only to Alexander.

It was his soul, so it wasn’t weird.

“Hmm?” Ivonne saw a change in the black ocean. Some pieces of it started floating up, going to the dark sky.

For the red-haired lady, it looked like a futile attempt. However, as the unknown energy could invade Alex out of nowhere, she inferred that there was more to his soul than met the eye.

“It must be related to his class,” Ivonne said in a sharp tone, for she always had quite a short-temperament, only kind to her beloved and in unique situations.

And even though she was Alex’s demon, there were things she couldn’t examine, which would go against her boundaries.

She was just a demon, not someone dear or precious to Alexander. And as he couldn’t remember their last talk, it was normal.

“If it’s related to his class, and someone else is bringing this power out, then he should wake up soon,” Ivonne turned around, locating Alexander’s presence within his soul.

He was swathed in darkness, sinking below and below.

Ivonne promptly darted in his direction. Like a mermaid, she jumped into the water, her other arms helping her to catch up to the drowning man.

And when he was within her reach, Ivonne’s arms turned into red petals, disappearing from her curves. She extended her arms, holding Alexander tightly in her arms.

In her embrace, Alex no longer felt any wrath. All foreign energy within him subsided, locking itself within his soul as something utterly unrelated to Elias Deathwill and his ploy.

[Master!]

“Ah, you are never alone, aren’t you?” Ivonne planted a kiss on Alex’s cheek, gazing at him with narrowed eyes laced in a peculiar emotion. She just heard Erin’s voice calling her master, who told her that her link with Alex had become stronger.

Ivonne ruffled Alex’s hair, her lips close to his ear, “Just like your father…”

While she held him, Ivonne slowly brought Alex to the surface. They floated glued to each other.

Unfortunately, Alex wouldn’t be able to wake up here anytime soon. But as Ivonne gazed at the black energy going upward without any other consciousness within them, she knew that Alex and someone else would soon start digging more into it.

And as his power-upping continued, he soon would bring a demon out of the cave!

“Mommy will always help you, for we will always be together until death part us apart,” Ivonne closed her eyes, resting her little head on Alex’s chest.

He disappeared a few minutes later, for he woke up.

And as Ivonne saw a moment of his awakening, she sneered, “Son like a father, never alone.”

She then closed her eyes, not wanting to spy on Alex. She knew that he would have a talk with the bombshell in the real world, so it was not a time to listen to his talk.

But when Alex would open the system to check the black energy bits gathered in his inventory, Ivonne surely would listen.

For she needed to know many things about him.

It was important, mainly for their future. As his demon, Ivonne could improve his skills significantly in the future. It was important to know them.

But more than anything, Ivonne had just known him for two years. She awakened her consciousness when Alex was seventeen.

From that day onward, she had been listening to and watching Alex for nearly two years. She learned about him, his father, and his mother. She saw their life in the modern world as a happy family.

“Lavinia… You poor girl… Your pain was so immense you sealed your own memories,” Ivonne whispered, gazing at the dark ceiling, “You and my new fate as a demon helped me to give up on my previous life.

Your abundant love for Harvey blessed you with a fate to be his only woman. Don’t waste it while I fight my own battle.

I will… not become like Blackburn Blade’s demon. For that, I must give up thoroughly on my previous life,” Ivonne recalled the man who had killed her.

Because his demon was trapped between life and death, he always had her on his back. She would follow him like a marionette, her eyes hollow, devoid of consciousness. And yet, she would see and assist him like a toy.

At the same time, she would feel immense pain, for her existence went against the ten universal rules.

Blackburn Blade hated himself for achieving such a demon. But as the battles continued, his heart grew cold and used to his wife’s screams.

Only he could hear those screams… And at some point, he treated them like alarms, lullabies, and time killers.

He developed a second personality while his wife kept suffering.

“I won’t become like that… I will fucking not,” Ivonne whispered, “And Alex won’t lose against… our fears.”