Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

Sylvester's heart was bleeding.

"Isn't it strange?" Lela still smiled, continuing, "I cannot eat food, only tasteless potions and painful injections."

Is this why the little one loves to eat so much? Because there's nothing to eat. Sylvester's hand tightened.

"There are many torture methods in the laboratory: electric shocks, chemical agents, drug trials, dissection, heavy pressure, falls from great heights, insect bites, freezing..." Lela recounted without any emotion.

Sylvester stepped back, feeling unsteady on his feet.

"I have experienced all of these thousands of times."

Thousands of times!!!

Sylvester clenched his fists tightly, his eyes turning bloodshot.

What has his little one been through?

"Chemical agent - c6 injected into the carotid artery. They said it was to alter genes, but it hurt so much," Lela took a deep breath. "Every day, I awoke in agony and underwent the transformation once more."

Genetic modification!

What absurd talk about altering with genes.

"No light, no warmth, day and night."

Lela looked at Sylvester like this, observing his expression, and continued speaking.

Sylvester stared at her.

So that's why this little thing has such an affinity for light.

How much suffering she must have endured!

The Immortal Peak! How dare they!

"Does it seem unbelievable to you? But that's how it happened," Lela remarked, moving closer to Sylvester, step by step, slowly, tentatively, and with uncertainty.

Sylvester just looked at her, with glistening eyes.

His heart ached so much that he couldn't breathe.

"Sylvester, I'm not a mutant, I'm a monster," Lela stood in front of Sylvester, raised her gaze to his reddened eyes.

Sylvester's lips trembled, but he found himself unable to make a sound.

No!

Little thing is not a monster, how could she be a monster?

Lela stared deeply at him, remaining silent for a long time. She extended her hand and gently held his neck, standing on her tiptoes to press a kiss on the corner of his eye, her tongue softly wiping away the tears.

"1

She whispered into his ear, "Sylvester, I've disclosed what you wished to learn. Can you handle it?"

He couldn't handle it; he couldn't bear it.

Sylvester clenched his lips, enduring the pain in his chest.

It felt as if an invisible hand had grabbed his heart, tearing and squeezing it inch by inch, making it bleed profusely.

It was him; it was all because of him.

He was the one who awakened little thing's painful memories of these dark events, causing her to suffer like this. He deserved it!

He truly deserved it!

"Do you...still want me?" The reason she didn't dare to reveal her true identity was because she was afraid of this.

Want her? He was desperate for her, but did he have the right now?

He didn't deserve it!

Seeing Sylvester like this, Lela couldn't continue speaking.

She let go of Sylvester, disappointment in her eyes.

Yes, she didn't want to hide it from him, but she truly was a monster.

How could Sylvester possibly like her, this monster?

She kept it a secret because she was afraid, he would reject her, but what would happen when he eventually found out?

Is it not wiser to endure a brief moment of pain rather than a prolonged one, isn't it?

Without hesitation, Lela gave him a deep look, turned around, and left, step by slow step...

Sylvester stood still, motionless for a long time, but he felt her departure.

Little thing, are you leaving?

He recalled her smile, her every move.

The first time she smiled at him, the first time she kissed him, the first time she hugged him... So warm...

No!

She is his little thing, he chose her, and she is his for a lifetime.

How could she leave?

Sylvester released his clenched fist, finally waking up from his daze, and ran after Lela's figure.

He embraced her from behind, lifting Lela's slender feet and placing them on his own.

He rested his chin on the top of her head, his voice pouring out like a cello, deep and sexy, with no hint of disdain, just like always. "Little one, it's cold on the floor. It's not good for you to be barefoot and freezing." Lela shuddered all over, and at this moment, tears that had long since dried up began to flow again, a single drop slipping from her left eye.

"Sylvester..." Lela bit her lip. "I... I'm a monster."

Sylvester turned Lela around, looking at her tears, imitating her actions and gently licking them away, tender and affectionate.

"Nonsense, you're forever my little one!"