The Pitiful Omega’s Contract Marriage with a Wealthy Tycoon 74

Chapter 74: IF-Line Fairytale AU Extra (Part 2) [Extra]

And so, Bai Yan lived happily in the Demon King’s castle.

One day, an archangel from under God’s command accidentally learned of the Demon King’s adoption of the little angel.
He disguised himself as a demon servant and secretly went to the castle to check on the situation.
But just as he was about to push open Bai Yan’s door, he was caught by the demon housekeeper, tied up, and brought before the Demon King.
Pei Tingyu looked down at him, took off his black leather gloves, and gave him a cold glance, his dark eyes as deep and cold as ice.
The man warned without any emotion, “Since you chose to abandon him back then, Bai Yan has no connection to heaven.”
“There is no need to come again in the future. I will never let you see him!”

The archangel was completely suppressed by the Demon King’s authority. His clothes were disheveled, and he knelt on the ground wretchedly, gritting his teeth.
But his eyes were still blazing with hatred as he shouted recklessly, “As an angel, even with a disability, unable to serve our Lord, you should be sad and ashamed day and night. How can you be raised by you in hell?”
“Hell is so dark. Even demons have a hard time living, let alone an angel! You’ve imprisoned him in the castle. Sooner or later, you’ll let him die—ahhh!”
Before he could finish his words, a cluster of moss-green flames suddenly ignited on his tail feathers. The flames were scorching hot, constantly devouring his reason and soul.
The archangel’s face immediately turned pale. He howled in terror, clutching his throat, and rolled on the floor like a stray dog, but he couldn’t extinguish the flames on his wings.
Pei Tingyu’s face darkened. He withdrew his hand and said, word by word, in a deep voice, “This is your last warning.”
“If heaven wishes to go to war with hell, I don’t mind breaking into heaven and letting the tragedy of ten thousand years ago repeat itself!”
With that, the Demon King didn’t give the fainted archangel another glance and turned to leave without looking back.

Creak. The door to the little angel’s room was pushed open.
“Tingyu, what happened?”
Bai Yan was woken up by the sudden scream. He rubbed his eyes, dragged the rabbit toy’s tail, and pattered out of the room.
The Demon King frowned slightly, his displeasure with the archangel growing.
The man crouched down, pulled his precious into his arms, and carried him toward the bedroom.
His low, magnetic voice chuckled a few times. “It’s nothing. I just caught a little mouse. I’m sorry for waking my precious.”
“I’ll carry you back to sleep for a while longer, okay?”
The little angel hugged the Demon King’s muscular arm, obediently folded his wings, and nodded. “Mm, so sleepy…”
The light of the hellish moon shone on the two of them, stretching their shadows long.
The evening primrose on the distant hillside swayed hazily in the gentle moonlight, blurring one dream after another.

The evening primrose bloomed year after year, and Bai Yan also grew from a child to a young man.
The young man Bai Yan and the Demon King were still the most intimate of family.
They would share every ordinary holiday, travel to various places in hell, or have a picnic and walk in the garden with the hellhound.
When the Demon King was working, Bai Yan would also stay in the study, occasionally glancing at the handsome man at the solid wood desk, who was engrossed in his work.
The Demon King did not hide the angel’s origins from him. After Bai Yan had grown a little more sensible, he already knew the full story of his adoption by Pei Tingyu.
On the surface, heaven no longer dared to interfere in the affairs of hell, but secretly, they were still up to their old tricks.
When another angel, disguised as a demon, stopped the little angel on his way out, trying to persuade him to recognize his identity, to abandon the darkness and embrace the light, to devote himself to our Lord, and so on.
“Enough,” Bai Yan finally couldn’t help but interrupt. “Please stop disturbing my life. I am living very well in hell.”
His soft, clear voice was resounding. “I have never considered myself an angel, nor do I think I am a flawed angel. I am a complete and independent individual.”
The Demon King had given him a home, and also enough confidence.
The young man’s features were exquisite, his clothes clean and white, his cherry-pink eyes unblinking, like two gemstones, shining with a moist luster.
He had been well-raised by the Demon King. Even though he was born in hell, he did not have the dark and miserable look of a fallen angel. Instead, he was like a bright, blooming lily.
“You’ve come to persuade me time and time again, which only makes me more certain that heaven will never be my home. It wasn’t before, and it won’t be in the future.”
“I’ve said all I have to say. Please don’t come looking for me again.”
The young man’s tone was serious. His magic had been well-practiced, and he could completely conceal his wings.
In front of the orthodox, golden-haired, golden-eyed angel, Bai Yan looked more like an overly beautiful and eye-catching elf.
After he finished speaking, he left without hesitation. The rebuffed angel was speechless, standing there in a daze, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.
At that time, Bai Yan didn’t know that Pei Tingyu was not far from him, watching him leave with a gentle gaze.
If this angel had dared to do anything to harm his precious, he would have appeared immediately to protect him.
In fact, every time Bai Yan was approached by an angel, the Demon King himself was present.
The Demon King would never allow anyone to covet his treasure.

On the occasion of hell’s ten-thousandth Star Dust Festival, Bai Yan finally had his coming-of-age ceremony.
His coming-of-age gift was congratulations from all three realms.
The most precious crystal flower from the elven race, furniture meticulously crafted by dwarves, jewels and diamonds from the dragon race… and even a gospel book from far away in heaven.
The latter was thrown by him into the hellfire pool and burned until not even ashes remained.

After coming of age, as the most beloved little prince of the people of hell, Bai Yan, without any suspense, was chosen as the parade priest for the Star Dust Festival.
The Star Dust Festival was hell’s grandest celebration, with festivities lasting for seven days and seven nights.
As the parade priest, Bai Yan would wear a robe woven from stars, parade along the capital city, and send his blessings to all the participating people and travelers.
The parade robe took a hundred days to make. It was meticulously sewn by the castle servants and finally delivered to its master.
Bai Yan stood in front of a huge, floor-to-ceiling mirror, standing still obediently, letting the little demons fly around him, braiding his waist-length, pure white hair.
After the last evening primrose was woven into his hair, Bai Yan blinked in a daze and met the gaze of the beautiful young man in the mirror.
“My precious, may I come in?” The man lightly knocked on the walk-in closet door with his bent finger and only politely pushed the door open after receiving a reply.
“Tingyu, am I okay?”
Bai Yan nervously clutched the hem of his robe and spun around in front of Pei Tingyu.
The young man’s snow-white teeth were trapped in his lower lip, and a shy color appeared on his face.
The layered skirt bloomed like petals. The young man enveloped in it was slender and thin, his eyes moist and captivating, his features far more beautiful than the pink evening primrose in his hair.
The Demon King’s breath caught. He was stunned for a rare few seconds. When he came back to his senses, his gaze slowly softened.
He seemed to have finally realized that the little dumpling who used to sleep in his arms all day had finally grown into an adult.
At the same time, the man’s usually calm heart trembled, and an indescribable feeling quietly grew from the bottom of his heart.
He both hoped that his precious would go to a wider world, and was unwilling to share his precious’s gaze with others.
His precious… it’s best if he only ever looks at him, and always stays by his side.
This feeling was baseless and too unfamiliar. In the end, the man just nonchalantly rolled his Adam’s apple.
The Demon King smiled and stroked the soft hair at Bai Yan’s forehead, saying softly, “My precious is so beautiful. you will surely be the most beautiful Star Dust Priest.”
Bai Yan obediently lifted his small face and also began to laugh.

The parade went very smoothly. The cheers of the people were unprecedented. Everyone couldn’t wait to throw flowers, representing their affection, at the little prince’s float.
Just before the end, an elf even threw a flower, blushing as he loudly declared his love, saying, “Prince Bai Yan, I like you. If you are choosing a partner, I hope you will consider me.”
The cheers of the crowd were too intense. Bai Yan, in the center of the float, didn’t hear him. He just took the crystal flower, gave the elven boy a smile, and waved from afar.
The elf instantly lost the ability to breathe, clutched his pounding heart, and, with a flushed face, happily fell backward.
The Demon King’s eyesight and hearing were far superior to others. He took in the elf’s declaration of love, and his face immediately darkened.
A subtle annoyance rose in the man’s heart.
His precious is now an adult. If he wants to choose a partner, wants to leave him, what should he do?
The man hadn’t yet sorted out the source of this unhappiness and returned to the castle with a complicated mood.
That evening, as he was removing the complicated ornaments from his precious’s hair, Bai Yan suddenly pulled on his sleeve excitedly, looked up, his two eyes round and bright.
He said with great interest, “Next month is the elven race’s holy land festival. Tingyu, can we go see it?”
The Demon King was speechless.
The man was just about to pretend to be nonchalant and say that he was busy with political affairs recently, and that they should go when they had time later.
But Bai Yan was the first to raise his hand and cover his lips, his eyes narrowed as he said fiercely, “You can’t refuse, and you’re not allowed to use the excuse of being busy with political affairs. I have a legitimate reason.”
Hell was not like heaven. There was no eternal daylight. Even the sun in the daytime was maintained by the Demon King’s magic, and it was dimmer than anywhere else in the world. The lives of the people were very hard.
The nights were long and drawn out, and the stars hung high and distant.
Few plants could survive, only a flower called evening primrose, which could grow freely in hell.
Although this flower could absorb the light of the moon for the Demon King to make the hellish sun, its magic was weak, and it was difficult to create a grand light.
But all kinds of flowers grew in the elven holy land. Maybe there was a plant among them that could replace the evening primrose.
The holy land was only open to other races during the festival. Bai Yan wanted to take this opportunity to see if there were any other flowers that could be transplanted to hell, so the Demon King could also expend less magic.

“Alright, alright, my precious. After the housekeeper packs our luggage, we’ll set off. Is that okay?”
The Demon King lowered his gaze helplessly, a low chuckle escaping his throat as he once again compromised with his precious.
A moist breath hit the young man’s palm, and Bai Yan’s lashes trembled uncontrollably.
His earlobe felt a familiar heat. The moment before it turned red, he hastily withdrew his palm and hid it behind his back.
Bai Yan pressed his lips together, changed the subject, and said that tonight’s cream of mushroom soup was very good, and he wanted to have it again tomorrow.
The Demon King was combing his precious’s hair, lost in his own thoughts, and didn’t notice the young man’s sudden blush.
After he had gently said goodnight and left, Bai Yan finally let out a secret sigh of relief.
After a long moment, the young man stroked the sleeping hellhound beside him, a faint smile on his lips.
Actually, he also had a selfish motive.
The elven holy land festival was also the most beloved time for lovers.
It was said that if you took the person you liked to the elven holy land, you would receive the blessing of the holy tree and could be with the person you liked forever.
And if you confessed to the person you liked under the holy tree, the chance of success would be greatly increased.
Holy tree above, please bless that his plan will be successful.