The Extra Who Shouldn't Exist Chapter 413 - 414 : Black winged intruder

When the strange voice echoed into his ears, Alex's eyes snapped open without delay.

Sleep's lingering traces evaporated immediately, giving way to icy, blade-like vigilance. He rose from the bed with measured slowness, each action precise and intentional—the hallmark of a fighter hardened by endless deadly clashes.

Silence descended.

Then—

Upon hearing the mysterious voice once more, the space before him warped.

Reality shimmered softly, akin to a pond disturbed by an unseen pebble. The room's chill deepened a touch. A subtle metallic tang permeated the atmosphere.

Alex lifted his head gradually from the cushion, lids half-closed in annoyance.

’Please don’t be a ghost.’

Shadowy motes converged in the room's heart. They rotated lazily at first, accelerating—coiling tighter, merging together. A figure emerged from the whirl.

First a shadow.

Then a shape.

Then a woman.

Silver-gray locks tumbled down her back like drifting fog. Blood-red eyes awoke under serene but lethally keen brows, shimmering softly in the low light.

Enormous ebony wings extended behind her with a ponderous, deliberate sweep.

’A Fallen Angel huh.’ Alex thought.

Her form exuded poise and sophistication—the physique of a lady in her early twenties, lithe contours clad in shadowy plate that projected dominance over allure. She resembled no savage warrior.

She appeared as nobility destined to rule.

Once her shape solidified completely, the room's mood transformed. The atmosphere thickened. The hush intensified.

Alex gazed at her for an extended beat.

Then he let out a gradual breath of ease and let his head sink back to the pillow.

’Good.’

’Not a ghost.’

Her tone resounded steadily, silky but laced with curbed urgency.

"So you still haven’t answered my question."

Her scarlet gaze fixed on him unyieldingly.

"Are you the one they call Lucifer?"

Alex stayed propped on the bed, pillow still embraced. He raised one hand casually and gestured dismissively.

"Look, lady... you might be a very good-looking babe, but could you come back after an hour? Lucifer is currently sleeping, and he really doesn’t want this mansion destroyed right after acquiring it through sweat and blood."

A vein pulsed visibly on her brow.

The very next moment—

A sword appeared at Alex’s throat.

So swift that the air couldn't even stir.

Icy metal rested gently against his flesh.

Kaelith’s voice cut through sharply.

"Answer the damn question, or next time your head will be rolling across the floor."

Alex turned his gaze leisurely to the edge grazing his neck. His eyes traced the weapon to its wielder. Then he met her face with composure.

"What exactly do you want with me?"

His stare intensified.

"And, Fallen, if you came here to kill me—"

His tone chilled. The room's cold sharpened further.

"You will die a horrible death. I can promise you that."

For a fleeting instant, a shiver raced along Kaelith’s back. Her instincts blared warnings of peril.

’A human... threatening me?’

’But... this presence...’

’This confirms it.’

’He really is Lucifer.’

She regulated her breath, holding her ground firmly.

Alex continued, voice steady yet resolute.

"I’ll give you three seconds. Remove the blade."

"One."

"Two."

Before the word three escaped—

Kaelith retracted the blade with blinding speed. The metal dissolved into shadowy specks.

The strain lessened, but the weight in the air lingered.

"I didn’t come here to fight," she stated.

"I came to make a deal."

Alex cocked his head a bit, a spark of curiosity glinting past his drowsy gaze.

"And why exactly should I make a deal with you?"

Kaelith’s tone sharpened, irritation breaking free.

"Don’t you want to defeat Belial? The Supreme Commander. The King of all Fallen Angels."

Alex’s eyes ignited at once.

Lethargy evaporated.

"Oh?"

He bent forward a touch, elbows on knees, pillow gripped loosely.

"And who are you... to speak so confidently about helping me defeat the ruler of the Fallen?"

A subtle smirk curved her mouth.

"Because I am his daughter."

Her wings rustled faintly, plumes whispering against the air.

"Princess Kaelith Drakharis."

"No one knows Belial better than I do."

Alex blinked once. Slight astonishment crossed his features.

"And why should I trust you?"

Her face shadowed over.

"Because to him... I am nothing more than a political tool."

Her hands balled into fists.

"He plans to marry me off to the new Demon King to expand his influence."

Revulsion dripped from her words.

"A man worse than a scumbag. A ruler with countless wives and children."

Alex murmured in contemplation.

"So daddy dearest doesn’t love you much, huh?"

Kaelith breathed out deliberately.

"You could say that. For him... I was always a failure."

A hush fell between the two.

Kaelith glanced at him once more, her eyes narrowing a touch.

"But to be honest... I’m disappointed."

"The guy who even threatened Victoria... doesn’t seem special in the least."

For an instant—

Alex gazed at her in blank surprise.

Then he erupted into sudden laughter.

Boisterous.

Wild.

It reverberated against the chamber's walls.

Calmly inside his mind, he called out.

’Partner.’

The System replied without delay.

[Confirmation complete, Host.]

[Analysis finished.]

[She holds one of Victoria’s soul fragments.]

[A vital fragment needed for Victoria’s completion.]

Alex’s laughter gradually died down.

A grin crept across his features.

Deliberate.

Measured.

Menacing.

’Well now...’

’This just got intriguing.’

Alex raised his eyes slowly to Kaelith, his face inscrutable.

"Whether I’m special or not... that’s not your business."

His tone stayed even. Monotone.

"First off, tell me about this deal you’re offering."

Kaelith drew herself up a bit, her wings folding neatly behind with elegant poise.

"It’s straightforward. Help me get out of that marriage."

Her jaw clenched.

"I fled the castle where he kept me confined. He’ll notice I’m gone shortly... and once he does, he’ll dispatch his mightiest generals after me."

A subtle ripple coursed through the air as her power stirred without thought.

"And for your help..."

Her crimson gaze fixed on his.

"I’ll give you anything you desire."

She snapped her finger casually.

The air rippled—

Then burst into dazzling light.

A vast pile of diamonds, rubies, emeralds, and sapphires materialized, tumbling onto the marble floor like a sparkling cascade.

Golden coins appeared in heaps, clanging noisily as they formed little mounds. Gems caught the lamplight in dazzling bursts of hue, transforming the room into a vault of unimaginable riches.

The aroma of gold and timeless treasure permeated the air.

Alex blinked.

He scanned the ridiculous hoard of riches that had suddenly crammed his bedroom.

His brows arched faintly with curiosity.

Kaelith folded her arms casually.

"Be it riches you crave... or intel on Belial... I possess it all."

She advanced a step.

"And to prove my value... here’s some info for you."

Her eyes grew keen.

"Victoria has reached this town already."

A short pause ensued.

"She could strike at you anytime."

"Stay on guard."

For a beat, Alex just eyed her.

Then—

A sly, wicked smile curved his lips.

Edged.

Entertained.

Threatening.

"What if I desire something different?"

Kaelith’s eyebrows knit a little.

"What do you mean?"

Her voice held firm, though her wings quivered faintly.

"I’ll try my utmost to provide it."

Alex cocked his head a fraction.

"What if..."

His eyes shimmered softly.

"I want that soul of yours."

Dead silence.

A cold shiver raced down Kaelith’s back.

Her breath hitched.

"What...?"

Alex rose from the bed.

The instant his feet met the floor, the mood shifted.

The air turned denser.

Gloomier.

"You’re among the final three soul fragments of hers."

His stare pinned her like a hunter’s.

"Am I correct?"

Kaelith’s breathing stuttered sharply.

’How does he know?’

Her pulse hammered in her chest.

The aura emanating from Alex transformed.

It shed its laziness.

Abandoned its playfulness.

Something primordial awakened under his flesh.

He advanced with one deliberate step.

The marble underfoot fractured without a sound.

Kaelith recoiled instinctively a step.

Imminent peril blared in her senses.

Her wings spread out a bit for protection.

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At the same time—

Far overhead above the town—

Victoria hovered quietly in the night sky, gazing down at the twinkling lights beneath.

Her crimson eyes blazed with contained rage. Her cheeks still flushed faintly with ire.

"If not for that vile offspring Belial craves..."

Her words oozed poison.

"I’d have razed this whole town to oblivion."

The wind roared around her as her energy surged wildly.

Then—

She halted abruptly.

A crushing aura erupted suddenly from a section of the town.

Thick.

Overwhelming.

Her eyes widened a fraction.

Then her mouth twisted into a fierce smirk.

"Found you."

In the next moment—

The sky cracked open behind her as she rocketed ahead.

The air wailed.

Clouds ripped asunder.

A bolt of crimson streaked toward the origin of that dominant force.