Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1897: Break The Seal
Chapter 1897: Break The Seal
Villain Ch 1897. Break The Seal
The aura around her pulsed, flickering. The glow dimmed for a second.
Then she screeched—feral this time, raw frustration.
She backhanded the wall where he’d been. It shattered. Debris exploded. Allen used the momentum to hop onto a broken bed frame, then launched himself back at her—another flicker of Shadow Step—and stabbed downward.
The blade pierced the fabric of her shoulder. She tried to claw back, but he pivoted off her back and rolled out of range.
She spun, swinging wildly now. Sloppy. Unguided. Too angry.
Perfect.
Allen ducked one swipe, parried the next with the flat of his blade, then rammed his elbow into her throat. Her head snapped back unnaturally, but she didn’t fall.
She never fell.
So Allen kicked her chest with both feet and launched himself backward, sliding across the broken tiles.
He inhaled once.
Then whispered, “Demonic Lance.”
The spell formed in the air beside him—dark red, sharpened to a needlepoint, humming like a war drum.
He hurled it at her just as she opened her mouth again.
It pierced her jaw, shot straight through and out the back of her head.
The scream never came.
Just a twitch.
Then her head slowly snapped back into place.
Like a doll being reset.
“She’s regenerating fast,” Allen muttered.
[Target Status: Regenerating. Weak point detected – Brand Seal still active.]
Of course. The brand.
He stared at the pulsing sigil again—still glowing faintly on her collarbone. That was the key.
She lunged at him, claw-first.
He sidestepped. Countered with a quick slash to her stomach. No blood. Just a hiss of steam. Her gown tore more, revealing skin that looked like it was sewn together with invisible thread.
He used another Shadow Step, bouncing up to the debris ledge above her.
Then he dropped.
Full force.
[Abyss Shatter – Activated.]
The ground shook as he landed—sword-first—into the tiles beside her. A pulse of black energy rippled out in a ten-meter radius.
The floor broke.
[Effect: Enemy DEF -30% for 10 seconds.]
She stumbled, her knees buckling under the pressure.
Allen moved.
Blade in both hands.
His eyes glowed faint red under his lashes. Not fury. Not anger.
Focus.
He slashed across her shoulder—then reversed grip and went again, cutting deeper into the glowing mark.
She shrieked.
Her claws slashed wildly.
Allen ducked, rolled, and then used Telekinesis Blast to shove her backward across the rubble.
She slammed into the old nurse’s station, crashing through what was left of the counter and skidding to a stop.
Her face twitched.
She stood again.
And this time—her mouth didn’t open.
She just started laughing.
A dry, empty laugh. No breath. No joy. Just noise.
Allen narrowed his eyes.
“She’s stalling,” he muttered. “She knows.”
“Knows what?” Jane yelled over the roar of undead crashing through the hallway behind her, her wraiths holding the tide.
“She’s afraid of that seal breaking.”
From behind Allen, Zoe’s voice rang out. “Then break it!”
Elise lunged again.
Allen didn’t back away.
He stepped in.
Moved under her swing.
Brought his blade up like a scythe—and carved right through the brand in one long, burning arc.
The sigil burst in a flash of black light.
And the Hollow Bride screamed.
But this time?
The sound was human.
Agonizing.
Real.
Allen didn’t stop. He grabbed the front of her ruined gown, yanked her forward, and rammed the hilt of his blade straight into her chest.
Right where her heart should be.
And for a split second—
Something flickered.
A pulse.
A beat.
Then she wailed again.
And everything went dark.
Not silence—dark.
That thick, suffocating kind that eats light whole. Where air feels like syrup, and you can’t tell if you’re breathing or drowning.
Allen blinked, sword still in his grip. His ears rang, but under the ringing, he heard it—
A voice.
Faint at first.
A cry.
Not the inhuman wail that had been splitting the world apart minutes ago.
A real one.
Soft. Shaking.
It was her.
“Elise…” Allen whispered.
The others froze behind him.
Zoe’s tentacles curled in tight. Shea looked around, eyes glowing faint blue from the shards of broken light.
Jane, breathing hard.
Bella’s tails swayed slow and restless.
Larissa’s hands dripped blood, but she didn’t move.
Even Vivian—still singed and half-laughing from pain—stopped breathing for a second.
Then the darkness shifted.
A faint red glow began to bloom ahead.
It pulsed in time with the sound.
With that broken sob.
With her.
The Hollow Bride—Elise—was still there.
Still huge. Still terrifying. Still wrong. But something in her had changed. Her body trembled; her shoulders hunched forward. Her pale hands clenched like she was trying to hold something that kept slipping away.
Her head tilted up slightly.
And she spoke.
“It’s not fair,” she whispered.
The voice wasn’t a demon’s. It was hers.
“It’s not fair…” she said again, louder now, the sound rolling across the ruined hospital. The whole building groaned with her words.
“I never got to choose anything!” she cried. “Not the wedding! Not the man! Not the curse!”
Allen could hear her voice shaking—each word caught between fury and despair.
Elise looked at her own trembling hands. The claws flexed, slicing deep grooves into the floor. “They said I’d be safe… that I’d have a home… that if I just obeyed, I wouldn’t be alone.”
Her voice broke.
“I was fifteen.”
The air trembled again. The curse energy pulsed out of her like heartbeats from a dying god.
She knelt slowly, her gown spreading across the broken floor like blood soaking through paper. Her white hair fell over her face, hiding it.
“It’s not fair,” she repeated softly. “Why can’t I choose how I live? Why can’t I choose who I love? Why did you—why did all of you—decide for me?”
And then, as if summoned by her pain, the room shifted.
The air rippled.
And three new figures materialized in the glow of her aura.
Greg.
His wife.
And the grandmother.
Ghostly, yes—but clearer than before. Not twisted or half-rotted like the others. They looked… real. Whole. Their faces carried guilt carved so deep it made Allen’s stomach twist.
