All Chapters of Between Heaven and Hell: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

“We clearly severed all ties long ago. Why is he still meddling in my affairs?” Takumi's voice was sharp, laced with an unmistakable irritation, as he slammed a hand down onto the round table between them. The sound resonated through the quiet room, highlighting the tension that had hung since Tomoya arrived. After his strange encounter with Rener, Tomoya had come to Takumi without delay to relay the archdemon’s unexpected proposition. Now, sitting across from his cousin, he could see Takumi’s simmering resentment—a bitterness that seemed to have settled within him long ago. Tomoya managed a wry smile. “I’d never know his true intentions,” he replied with a hint of sarcasm, leaning back in his chair. “But, whatever his motives are, we both know he genuinely cared for you once.” His tone softened as he finished, a subtle reminder of the past that even demons cannot erase. Takumi froze, the sarcasm seeping from his own expression, replaced by something harder to decipher. His ga

Tomoya slumped into the driver’s seat, gripping the steering wheel as his mind spiraled. “Now what?” he muttered, his voice a mixture of self-loathing and panic. He replayed the moment he handed the grimoire to Jess, realizing with mounting horror that he had fallen prey to Rener’s manipulations. His fists clenched as frustration overwhelmed him. “You absolute idiot!” he berated himself, his voice echoing in the stillness of the car. “You trusted a demon. A demon! What the hell were you thinking?!” He kicked the floorboard like a petulant child, trying to vent the storm raging inside him. He was still seething when a movement in the rearview mirror caught his eye. “Holy shit!” Tomoya nearly leaped out of his seat as he spotted Rener, lounging in the backseat as if he belonged there. His calm, unbothered demeanor only added fuel to Tomoya’s anger. “You!” he pointed accusingly, his voice trembling with disbelief and fury. Rener’s dark eyes met his through the mirror, a faint smirk p

Tomoya leaned back against his car, his arms crossed defensively as though they might shield him from the piercing gaze of the woman standing before him. Dryzza, a force to be reckoned with even on her worst days, stood opposite him, her face pale, her exhaustion evident. Dark shadows framed her eyes, betraying sleepless nights. Yet despite her weariness, her presence held an unyielding authority that made Tomoya’s discomfort intensify. "What?" he asked, feigning nonchalance, though his mind raced. Knowing Rener had already entered this woman’s dreams made him uneasy. The last thing he wanted was a confrontation with her—it could derail the delicate events set to unfold later that evening. "You tell me," Dryzza snapped, her tone sharp but laden with fatigue. She paused, as if assessing whether she truly had the energy to deal with him. "What are you doing here?" Tomoya smirked, a feeble attempt to mask his anxiety. Pushing himself off the car slightly, he gestured to his ve

[Continuation of Chapter 55: Present] "An unmistakable sign will reveal itself... ah?" Dryzza muttered as she watched the thunderous crack of lightning illuminated the darkened skies, splitting the heavens like fractured glass. Tomoya's cryptic parting warning replayed in her mind, pulling at her resolve. She had been so certain that Samantha’s house was the epicenter of the unfolding events, yet Tomoya's influence had sown seeds of doubt. Her hesitance now felt like a betrayal of her instincts, and she couldn’t shake the regret that perhaps she had miscalculated the significance of this moment. As the storm escalated, an eerie rumbling began to emanate from beneath the earth, growing in intensity with each passing second. The ground trembled violently, as though some ancient force sought to tear through the confines of its subterranean prison. Walls quaked and debris cascaded from their perches, plunging the area into a chaotic darkness. The air was thick with an unnatural stilln

Kim’s voice cut through the swirling chaos like a blade, her frustration as sharp as the winds buffeting the desolate landscape. "So, what now?!" she hissed, spinning on her heels to glare at Victor. Her expression was twisted in disdain, her eyes aflame with a frustration she no longer cared to mask. "They get to summon that woman back while we’re left with nothing? How pathetic is that? How pathetic are we?" Victor hesitated, her words striking deeper than he expected. The accusation hung in the air, echoing with a truth he couldn’t dismiss. The notion of summoning her back hadn’t crossed his mind, but now it clung to his thoughts like a parasite. What if Kim was right? What if they truly had achieved the impossible? He swallowed hard, his throat dry, but before he could respond, an odd smile tugged at his lips—brief and unbidden. It wasn’t amusement, but a flicker of something that bordered on resignation or bitter acceptance. He quickly suppressed it, though, glancing at