I'm in Tokyo, caught in the clutches of the demon princess.

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Twelve Nights frowned and kept his distance.

"If I'm not mistaken, you must be the woman who came back with Victoria in the diary, and you are the devil."

The woman raised her eyebrows slightly.

“I have a name, Christina, of course, that was my name before.”

"You're right, I am indeed a demon, but what have I done?"

Christina looked at the frozen figures, at their faces.

"I just accidentally revealed the truth about the two of us in a subtle way."

The woman approached a farmer, stroking his gray stubble and hairy cheeks. The farmer clenched his teeth so tightly that his gums bled, looking at Victoria as if he wanted to tear her to pieces.

“Look at this man. Why is he making that face? It’s just adultery, and the nun isn’t even his wife. Why is he so angry?”

Let's hear what he has to say.

With a snap of her fingers, the woman evoked the farmer's innermost thoughts.

"That damn scum, no wonder the nun rejected me so many times. It's all because of you, you shameless jinx. If it weren't for you, I would definitely be holding the nun in my bed right now. You really deserve to die. Even if you die, your soul should go to hell, to be skinned alive, have its tendons pulled out, its eyes gouged out, and its bones pulled out."

The farmer's words were an insult and a curse directed at Victoria.

In Twelve Nights' eyes, even if the nun were blind, she wouldn't look at this pregnant, unshaven farmer.

The woman walked up to the drunkard again.

"This man is Victoria's father. According to him, Victoria is the embodiment of the devil, and all misfortunes are caused by Victoria. But is that really the case?"

The next second, Twelve Nights also heard the thoughts of this drunkard, who was also Victoria's biological father.

"Hahaha, this is truly a blessing from heaven. I can now blame all my mistakes on this devil. No, it's all because of this devil. He deserves to die. But it seems like he got off too easily by dying like this. No, I need to find a way to extract some value from this devil. Once he's dead, I'll take over his estate in his father's name. Hahaha."

The pupils trembled on the twelfth night.

Is this something a father should say?

The woman then approached a heavily made-up, overweight noblewoman.

She also looked at Victoria hanging from the tree with deep hatred.

She didn't even need to say it; her true feelings were already revealed.

"Serves you right. Of all the people to sleep with, you had to sleep with a nun. What does this nun have that I don't? I begged you so many times, and you refused. Now look what happened, karma has come back to bite you. It's such a waste of that face and that strong body. She could still breathe after taking so many blows. If she were in my own bed, how wonderful that would be. Why wasn't it a nun hanging there? The person who ruined my happiness deserves to die."

The woman pointed into the distance.

"See that over there? Yes, that's the priest. Look at his worried face. He must be a very upright person. Let's see what he's thinking."

The priest's inner monologue also reached Twelve Nights' mind.

"I must pin this on that man. Should I warn the nun to keep her mouth shut? If this woman gets in the way of my advancement, she's dead. I'll make you the next devil."

The drunkard, the farmer, the noblewoman, and the priest—all four harbored such filthy and selfish thoughts, each with their own ulterior motives.

Is it really so forbidden to simply love each other?

The woman smiled.

"Let's get back to the point. Between me and them, who's more like the devil? Hehehehe."

Twelve Nights remained wary of women.

"what do you want to say in the end?"

"Don't rush, the most exciting part of the whole story is yet to come."

The woman snapped her fingers, and the scene changed.

Victoria was suspended high above the ground, exposed to wind and rain, and subjected to beatings and pelting with eggs and garbage by the crowd in a fit of rage.

The nun was confined to a room on the third floor. She could see everything, but the locked door and the bars on the windows allowed her to witness it all, yet she couldn't stop it.

The scene shifts again, this time to the center of the town where everyone is. Victory is tied to a stake, ready to be burned at the stake. He is covered in blood, but he still has a faint breath, and his beautiful face cannot be hidden by the bloodstains.

Chapter 416 Fallen Angels

The nun's face was deathly pale, devoid of any color. She was as weak as she could possibly be, and she was about to witness her beloved suffer the scorn, beatings, and torment of the world until he lost his life in the flames.

The firewood was lit, and the bound Victory screamed in agony amidst the flames.

Those screams shattered the nun's mental defenses, while the expressions on those people's faces showed them smiling. They seemed happy, as if they believed they had done the right thing.

The nun's anger was completely ignited, and an inexplicable power surged up. She broke free of her restraints, rushed out of the crowd, passed through the flames, and embraced Victoria on the pyre.

Victoria stopped wailing and looked at the nun who was risking her life for her cause with tears in her eyes.

"You will die, Laura."

The nun stroked Victoria's face.

"I know, but I can't just watch you die. I want to do something for you, so I choose to die with you. In the last moments of my life, I want you to kiss me."

Victory lowered his head, and just as his blood-stained lips were about to touch the nun, a pitchfork pierced through her body. Victory stared blankly at what was happening before him, the nun's blood splattering on his face.

Looking at the nun bathed in fire, the nun's consciousness lingered, and she wanted to reach out and touch her beloved.

With her last strength, the nun uttered those few words in the fire.

"I...love..."

Even though it was only three words, even though Victoria knew what the nun was going to say, she still didn't say the last sentence.

Victory cried out in a hoarse voice, and white wings appeared on his back. However, under the influence of the flames, the wings turned black and became nothing but skeletons.

His eyes, his blood, and his tears also turned black.

An ominous force began to spread, enveloping the entire town. Everyone began to flee, but it was too late; no one in the town was spared.

Victoria climbed down from the pyre and looked at the nun who had already lost her life, then looked at her own hand, which was charred but uninjured.

He remembered everything; he was an angel sent by God to guide people onto the right path.

However, he couldn't even save the person he loved.

He hated himself, hated the power that came too late; his faith had already crumbled when the fork pierced the nun's chest.

Do people like this really deserve to be saved?

What did Laura do wrong?

The corrupt Victory had only one thought in his mind: he could go to hell, but Laura had to go to heaven.

At that moment, the woman appeared.

The woman looked at the angel, who was ashen-faced, then at the nun in his arms, and teased, "Our angel, the one standing before you is the one who started all this. Don't you want to tear me to pieces?"

Victoria looked up at the woman.

“I’m already furious. There’s no need for you to provoke me any further. I know you’re involved in many things, but you weren’t directly involved. This is a common trick of higher-level demons. They always add fuel to the fire from the sidelines to fool the ignorance of the world. You’re just trying to see me get angry.”

"For a demon, trampling angels underfoot gives you a great sense of accomplishment."

The woman opened her arms and said happily:

"I did it, didn't I?"

"Yes, let's make a deal."

The woman was stunned for a moment, clearly taken aback by hearing those words from an angel.

"Did I hear that right? An angel is going to make a deal with a devil? That's a very unusual thing anywhere."

"Newness aside, my stake is my soul."

The woman, no longer smiling, looked serious and confirmed:

"you sure?"

Victoria's tone was firm.

"I am sure."

The woman asked, "What do you want me to do?"

"I sacrifice my soul so that Laura may ascend the stairs to heaven."

The woman was somewhat moved.

Is it worth it for just one human being?

Victoria regained her clarity, and a holy light shone in her eyes.

"I love her, so it's worth it."

Victoria has indeed fallen; he has committed murder. Many here are guilty, but there are also innocent people.

But he was not completely corrupted; it was his love for the nun that kept his heart from being defiled.

Laura was a ray of light in his gloomy life, a light so bright that he would never forget her.

That longing made him love her regardless of his status, age, time, or place, to the point that he was willing to give his soul for her.

The scene ends there, returning to the burning house, where Twelve Nights and the woman face to face.

This time, the woman didn't speak first; she was waiting for Twelve Nights to ask first.

As she had expected, Twelve Nights also voiced her doubts.

"Did you help him fulfill the contract?"

"Demons may be cunning and treacherous, but they cannot break their contracts."

“She did intend to fulfill the contract, but at the last stage, the people of the Vatican intervened and terminated the contract. She returned to Hell with the soul of the angel, leaving only me here with the last unfinished ritual.”

Twelve Nights frowned.

"Are you talking about that demon? Aren't you her?"

“I am not the whole of her, I am only a part of her.”

Twelve Nights was puzzled. "Then why did you come to me? And why did you show me all this?"

"I like you very much, I want to possess you, I want to become one with you."

"That sounds nice, but all you really want is to take my place and leave this place, right?"

The woman shook her head.

“I am a discarded soul. I have neither the ability nor the desire to replace you. Do you really think that a demon wants to become human? She didn’t even guide the whole thing; she just exposed some things, and everything went according to her plan, even exceeding her expectations.”

“Your companion is very powerful. He has destroyed the last means I have left. I am like a candle that has burned out. I hate her for splitting me apart and abandoning me. All I want now is to live. I need a vessel, and you are special. If I’m not mistaken, you must be very popular with the undead.”

Twelve nights of silence.

"Although I am just a remnant soul, my true form is a genuine high-level pure-blooded demon. There will only be benefits and no harm in you being with me."

At that moment, a third voice appeared.

"Really? My devilish lady."

Feng Zejian barged in, and the demon stared at him in shock.

How did you get here?

"I was actually here the whole time. I saw everything clearly."

Chapter 417 My Name, Now Sharing It with You

"Isn't the way you brought Twelve Nights into your world just by letting her dream?"

"Coincidentally, I also have the ability to enter other people's dreams."

The woman glared angrily at Feng Zejian.

"So, you came out at this time to ruin my plans?"

"No, no, no, I will not stop Master from making his own choice. Some people are just as kind as demons, you have to admit."

"Then what do you mean?"

Feng Zejian shrugged.