A Righteous Demon Girl and the Angel She’ll Never Meet-Chapter 43 : Chapter 43

Chapter 43 :Who can come… save me…
“Ha… ha…”
At the other end of Wangyou City, in a desolate, uninhabited dark underground, a beautiful girl on the brink of death was chained with cold iron in a filthy, cramped dungeon.
Her body was covered with wounds of all sizes, her fair, delicate skin marred with bloody gashes from knives and swords.
Her once-lustrous pale golden hair had become dull and lifeless, matted with filthy blood.
“It hurts so much… Father… Mother…”
The girl’s frail body trembled slightly.
Her voice was hoarse and faint, as if she might perish at any moment.
Her pitiable appearance would likely break the heart of anyone who witnessed this scene.
Of course, one person would not feel such pity.
That was the true culprit behind the girl’s current state of torment.
“Bang bang bang!”
Suddenly, a piercing series of knocks echoed, and the girl’s body shrank in fear, summoning the last of her strength to try to retreat into the corner of the dungeon.
She was terrified.
Terrified of the “demon” outside her cell.
No, perhaps in the girl’s heart now, even a demon would be ten thousand times better than that man.
“What tenacious vitality. Should I say, as expected of a high-ranking elf?”
The black-robed man opened the slightly rusted iron door of the dungeon, muttering to himself as he stepped inside.
Upon seeing him, the girl, bound by chains, began to tremble violently, her breathing growing even more rapid.
The air was thick with the stench of fear and despair.
“Are you afraid, elf?”
The black-robed man slowly crouched down, one hand forcibly gripping the girl’s throat, the other using a dagger to brush aside the hair covering her face, revealing her long, pointed ears.
His eyes, hidden beneath the black robe, gazed with interest at the girl’s fear-stricken face.
He lightly pressed the dagger against the elf girl’s tender cheek and spoke with a delighted tone.
“No need to fear death. The cult leader has given orders—I won’t kill you. You must know that, even for us, a living high-ranking elf is far more valuable than a corpse brimming with magical power.”
“Please… let me go… I won’t say anything… I swear…”
The girl sobbed, pleading, but how could the black-robed man agree?
The more terrified she became, the more excited he grew! Thus, he became even more ruthless, shoving the girl to the ground.
His dagger swiftly sliced open her fair arm, and bright red blood spurted from the wound.
“Ah!”
The girl let out a pained scream, instinctively trying to cover the wound with her hand, but the black-robed man showed no trace of mercy.
He pinned her hand with his knee, casually pulling an empty test tube from his cloak. Grabbing her injured arm, he squeezed hard—more blood gushed from the wound, all of it collected in the test tube he held beneath.
“Look! The blood of a high-ranking elf! Such a precious thing is priceless on the black market! But now, I can have as much as I want! Hahahahaha—”
The black-robed man’s maniacal laughter echoed in the girl’s ears.
At this moment, her magic was depleted, her body weak, leaving her no chance to resist.
She could only let him draw her blood at will, her heart consumed by endless despair.
“With this high-ranking elf’s blood! Combined with the blessings of the great god! I can create even more advanced, more powerful 【Corpse Bearers】! When that time comes, whether it’s that damned demon or that meddlesome angel, I’ll make them realize how foolish it is to oppose the 【Advent Faction】!”
The black-robed man raised the test tube filled with elves blood, laughing hysterically in his excitement, his eyes brimming with worship and fanaticism for his god.
“Look at this beautiful color! What noble blood! How foolish were those human nobles back then, selling elves just to satisfy their base desires! Something so valuable, and they used it only for their own needs?
Should I call them vulgar or extravagant!? But I must admit, I’m quite jealous of those nobles!
Elves today are increasingly cunning—catching even an ordinary elf is harder than ascending to the heavens!
Fortunately, the heavens—no, not the heavens! The god! This must be the god’s response to our faction, granting us such a perfect opportunity, gifting us this priceless treasure!!!”
“Whether it’s the angels who betrayed the great god or that deceitful, hypocritical 【Holy Church】, they will all become stepping stones for the great god’s return to this world! Feel honored, elf, for you are the greatest catalyst for our cult to achieve its long-cherished wish and welcome our god’s return!”
Looking at the frenzied man pressing down on her, continuously drawing her blood, the elf girl’s eyes were filled with countless fears.
But at this moment, she was a caged canary, utterly at his mercy, with no possibility of resistance.
“Oh, right, let’s start with that meddlesome angel! If it weren’t for her, I’d already have that demon’s corpse and soul! Once I capture that angel, I’ll break her wings with my own hands! I’ll make her wail beneath me like a stray dog! And in the end, while she’s still alive, I’ll rip her soul from her body in the most painful way possible! I’ll make her regret ever coming into this world!”
The black-robed man fantasized about the ways he’d torment Aimiya while speeding up the blood-drawing process.
Whenever the elf girl’s wound showed the slightest sign of clotting, he’d cut her skin open again with his knife.
The girl, under this intense bloodletting and torment, was in such agony she nearly fainted but each time the black-robed man sliced her body, the pain jolted her back to consciousness.
What inhumane torture! The elf girl was ravaged by this suffering, her wails and sobs filling the entire dungeon.
“Hm, this amount should be enough. After all, I need to be careful not to let you die. Look forward to it, elf. Soon, you’ll have a new friend!”
The black-robed man looked at the box full of test tubes brimming with blood, nodded in satisfaction, and, caring not whether the girl lived or died, viciously kicked her before turning and striding out of the dungeon.
The entire dungeon was left with only the pitiful elf girl, bound by chains, her body covered in ghastly wounds.
At this moment, her consciousness was fading.
She was terrified, afraid she’d die inexplicably like this, yet also dreading that if she survived, she’d continue to endure this inhuman suffering.
The contradiction between her longing for and fear of death tormented her.
Until the last moment when her consciousness slipped away, a single tear slowly fell from the corner of her eye.
『Who can come… save me…』