Mara

But her voice only came to deaf ears. Malacai exchanged glances with Reina, raising her chin as his eyes turned purple. 

Reina gazed deeply into his purple eyes, feeling a sense of domination start invading her body. 

However, this wasn't a problem for her; she felt no fear.

She embraced the feeling. 

Malacai remained silent, moving closer to kiss her blood-filled lips. Although his body was weak, Malacai was still quite tall; Reina's height reached around his shoulder.

The moment their lips met, the status in his mental space began to glow, and purplish symbols in the form of six-winged wings started to appear on his forehead. 

As the kiss grew more passionate, purplish patterns began appearing on Reina's body, flooding her mind with information. 

The pattern continued to grow, looking like a crack spreading across her entire skin.

Malacai broke the kiss and took a few steps back, a string of saliva linking them until it broke. 

Reina's eyes shimmered with ecstasy as the purple cracks reached up to her head. 

Closing her eyes, her body began to crack and fall apart, starting with the skin, her flesh melting and falling to the floor.

Blood and organs dropped to the ground, leaving only her skeleton, which eerily seemed alive. 

Nerissa and the woman looked stupefied throughout this ordeal. But Malacai was smiling.

Reina's skeletal body began to crack, and from within, a purplish glow emerged. 

Her white skeleton fell apart, revealing a purple skeleton etched with dark lines forming indecipherable words. 

New organs started to grow, followed by veins, flesh, and skin.

A breathtaking beauty appeared, with smooth, pale white skin and jet-black hair flowing straight down to her thighs.

Her face was a perfect masterpiece as if sculpted by God Himself. 

Her long eyelashes flickered and lifted, revealing deep black eyes resembling an abyss.

Anyone who exchanged gazes with her felt as if their soul was being sucked away.

However, the moment her eyes locked with Malacai's, her Dark Void Eyes transformed into a loving gaze, and her cold smile turned into a warm, beautiful one. 

One that could easily turn a nation upside down. 

With the information in her mind, she understood what Malacai represented and her role.

She had just received a new lease on life, a new body, and new power.

She started stepping closer to Malacai, her perfect body curving in all the right places, exuding an allure that even made the other women in the room gulp. 

On her back was now carved a black tattoo of an angel feather in the form of a scythe.

Reina's new appearance and aura were like witnessing a goddess descending to the mortal world.

When she reached Malacai, she knelt down, carefully raised his hand, and kissed it, looking up at Malacai lovingly. 

"Thank you for this new body, my husband, my God."

"You should abandon your old name. Starting from today, your name shall be Mara Tandava Nightingale."

Malacai's eyes flickered back to black. 

He could feel his energy exhausted now, not his body but the energy that sustained his abilities. 

"Take back your Aura and finish the rest, Mara."

"Yes, hubby," answered Reina, now Mara, as her otherworldly aura disappeared.

She turned her gaze to the woman in heat, her face emotionless and cold. 

With a flick of her hand, the knife shot through the air, stabbing the woman in the head. 

The whole blade pierced through her flesh, bone, and brain, killing her instantly.

Mara then walked over to the dead woman, pulling the knife out. She turned her cold gaze to the only surviving woman.

Knowing what was to come, the woman quickly looked at Malacai. 

"Wait, please, I have money... Although I'm not that rich, I have connections... And I'm a virgin." 

"Darius wanted to break me first before doing anything to me; he wanted me to beg him." 

"Please spare me. I'll be your tool or anything," she started begging.

Malacai looked at her coldly, numerous thoughts crossing his mind. "Who are you?"

Nerissa, still stunned by the entire event, stood there silently. 

She always knew Malacai's power was supernatural, but seeing what happened and how Mara called him made her rethink many things.

But most importantly for her, her hope was heightened; the possibility of her mother being healed seemed more likely.

"I am Emma Valentine. I'm quite popular outside; you can search my name." 

"Even though I'm just a local actress and influencer, I can be useful to you," Emma, still sobbing, quickly pleaded, trying to increase her worth to Malacai.

Malacai turned to Nerissa. "Why are you daydreaming? Is what she says true?" 

He asked her, as he didn't know anything about it. 

He chose not to ask Mara, knowing she had also been captive for a while and wouldn't know what happened outside.

Hearing Malacai's words, Nerissa snapped back to reality. 

She looked at Emma again and took out her phone to do some research for confirmation.

Nerissa knew she looked like Emma, but she wanted to be sure. She was afraid to give Malacai unverified information. 

"It should be true. I doubt Darius would randomly take a woman and change her appearance to look like Emma." 

"She has been missing for two weeks. It seems she was caught here."

Mara then looked at Malacai, waiting for his orders. Malacai observed Emma, noting that, unlike the other captives, she had no wounds on her body.

"Nerissa, find clothes for Mara," he instructed. 

Then, turning his gaze to Mara, he noticed her feet were dirtied by the blood and organs from her old body. 

The pungent smell filled the room. 

"You should take a bath, Mara. There's a bathroom in Darius's room."

Mara's voice softened as she responded to Malacai, "Yes, Hubby. I haven't had a proper bath for a long time now. Is it fine if I take a while?"

"Take your time," Malacai replied. 

Mara then walked out of the room. 

With many women in the place, Nerissa was sure there should be some clothes suitable for Mara. She then followed Mara.