[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke

Michael chuckled.

"You fool. Do you think you can kill me? I am no man, no king. I am a servant of the goddess herself! A god's vessel! I am death to a devil like you!" He sneered, raising his hand.

All at once, the Death Walkers collapsed to the ground like puppets with their strings cut.

Their bodies convulsed, writhing as Michael sucked the essences from their corpses, binding them into himself.

A forbidden technique that the church had been keeping hidden.

The air grew heavy, black with despair.

Xion's eyes widened. "The statue of that scary goddess… it was you."

Michael's white hair grew long, his features twisting. Long arms appeared from his back, raising him higher until he was face-to-face with levitating Xion.

For the first time, he resembled the human-eating stone idol perfectly, except that the gender was wrong.

Michael's sleeve snapped like a whip, and a violent blast sent Darius flying miles away.

He crashed into the ground with a heavy thud. His body rolled before coming to a stop.

"Your Grace!" Ray yelled, running toward Darius.

The heat of such powerful mana left a searing touch on their skin. At this rate, they might end up burning to death.

He had yet to see Allen.

For the first time, the knight commander Ray was afraid to die.

So was Xion.

He was using the angel's magic with the human's body. He had no clue how long he could last. Minutes, or maybe seconds?

Before that, he needed to kill Michael.

Adrenaline surged in his veins as he rushed forward, blasting Michael with all his power.

White and golden clashed heavily in the dim sky.

They twisted into each other, merging and then blasting off, sending shockwaves through the entire earth.

The plants died, rotting and then burning to ashes. The corpses of the dead weren't well off either.

Noxian was quick to dose them with water he got from water flasks.

The soldiers were quick to take shelter behind the mud walls of the broken houses in the vicinity.

Ray dragged Noxian while calling for the Archduke.

But Darius ignored them all.

His hands burned red from the blistering heat of such pure mana.

Yet he forced himself forward, step by agonizing step. His eyes were fixed only on Xion. His baby.

His Xion was scared. He could see it.

He needed to hold his terrified baby in his arms.

He needed to soothe him. To tell him everything was fine. To tell him he was back.

When Michael noticed Darius crawling into his attack field, his lips curled. "How touching... If you don't stop now, Xion, I'll burn your darling Darius alive."

Xion's hand halted mid-air.

In that instant, all his adrenaline wore off, and he floated down like a broken feather.

It was over just like that.

The shimmering wings vanished into tiny dots of white light, flying in the dim evening.

His sword slipped from his fingers, clattering uselessly to the ground. His knees buckled, and he collapsed, gasping for breath.

Unlike Xion's exhausted body, Michael's dripped blood.

Xion's fury was no joke to bear.

His precious long arms were gone. His years of research were torn apart without any mercy.

But his face glowed with twisted joy.

He grasped Xion's chin, tilting his pale face upward to see that obedient look in those glassy blue eyes.

"Good pet," he purred. "I will fix you so perfectly."

His gaze was filled with warped worship, as if he alone were the god Xion should serve.

Xion's body lurched at the touch, bile rising in his throat.

Despite a whole lifetime, that touch still disgusted him.

All of a sudden, he smiled.

Before Michael could wonder why, a sword pierced his chest, this time driving straight through his heart.

Darius had struck from behind.

Michael only sighed, annoyed at the interruption. "You fool…"

"No," Xion rasped. His hand darted to his ankle, pulling free a secret dagger. "You are a fool."

In one swift motion, he drove it into puppet Serena's chest—straight where the Devil's Heart pulsed.

Michael's eyes snapped wide.

For Serena was no mere puppet. Her chest held his other true heart, the trigger that bound every Death Walker.

It was her controlling them at Michael's command. She was that flesh-eating goddess. Or rather, Michael wanted to turn her into one.

The blade sank deep, and Xion pushed until the hilt touched the back.

Michael gasped, staring at the dagger lodged in her chest, then down at the sword in his own.

Both hearts were pierced. Both anchors severed.

The self-proclaimed vessel of the goddess let out one final, furious scream as his body convulsed.

He crumbled into tiny pieces, just like his torn soul, leaving nothing but rancid dust in the ruin of the battlefield.

Xion collapsed.

Before he could hit the ground, Darius was quick to hold him in his arms.

"Hey," he said so softly. "I got you, Xion. You are safe now."

The thin frame trembled in his arms, and Darius felt his heart in more pain than his hand.

Xion used to wake up from nightmares, screaming his name, and sometimes he would yell for Michael to go away.

"I promise, Xion. He won't ever touch you. No one can. I am sorry for being so late," he rocked the boy, gently patting his back, murmuring apologies until Xion stopped moving.

Darius looked at the sleeping boy, and a lone tear rolled down the corner of his eye.

"I am sorry," he whispered again, pressing a soft kiss to Xion's cheek. "I am sorry, my love."

He knew an apology could never make up for what Xion had endured, but he would whisper it for the rest of his life.

"Xion… I missed you so much."

Carefully, Darius brushed the black strands from his face. "When you wake up, I'll take you on a date, alright? You can pick any place. I won't stop you."

Ray stood at a distance, sighing at the sight of his liege's trembling lips and Xion's sunken cheeks.

The purple-haired knight finally managed to reach them.

"Brother?" Noxian asked, kneeling down, though too afraid to touch.

Xion looked so fragile, as if one touch might shatter him just like the dancing moles of light.

"He is fine. Just tied."

Noxian hummed, holding Xion's hand in his own. "Your hand, brother-in-law."

The blisters had formed on the back of his hands.

However, this little pain was nowhere near what his Xion must have gone through.

"It's nothing."

"Brother wouldn't like it. He loves you too much."

As if agreeing with Noxian, the tiny white dots that had been floating in the air slowly swirled down.

The very first one landed on Darius' hand, and the burns healed in less than a second.

Noxian gaped when all of his injuries vanished from his body.

It started with Darius before spreading to others.

In the darkest night, the entire Suniva was covered with the twinkling white dots.

Flowers bloomed, butterflies danced in the moonlight.

Gentle snowflakes drifted down swirling around the magical sparks.

The soldiers had started to dance, moving their broken limbs with joy, singing praises for their divine healer.

"This..."

"Healing magic of angels," Darius replied with a slight smile, gathering the little bundle of joy in his arms. "My little lord is the precious angel after all."

Author's Note-  Hello, my dear readers. I hope you guys are doing great.

I accidently marked this chapter as the ending, but there was one more chapter left. And yes, just one more chapter and we are at the end of the main story.

Trust me, I will leave some extra sweetness in the extras for you guys to enjoy.

And before I go—please check out my new novel:

Villain's Favorite Exorcist. It's a BL romance between the unhinged mafia heir, Alexei Vetrov, and the innocently aloof exorcist, Elijah Ambrose.

I hope to see you there~