Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1943 - Capítulo 1943: The Nightmare Twins [Part 2]
Capítulo 1943: The Nightmare Twins [Part 2]
Villain Ch 1943. The Nightmare Twins [Part 2]
Red parried a falling frying pan. “I’m coping, you judgmental pay-to-win prick!”
“They’re not made,” Allen cut in, voice calm and terrifying. “They’re bound.”
“What the hell does that mean?!” Red snapped, pushing a rolling butcher block out of his way.
Allen’s eyes didn’t blink. He was staring straight at the mirror now, where Mariella’s smile grew sharper.
“It means they can’t die until something in the house lets them.”
[QUEST HINTS: USE HIGH-TEMPERATURE FLUX / SPIRITUAL RESONANCE / SANCTIFIED FIRE]
Alex read the pop-up out loud with trembling lips. “We need—sanctified fire? You mean like—holy?”
“I have incense!” he said, digging into his inventory.
“YOU WHAT—WHY?”
“I panic-prepped, okay?! It’s in the ’emergency exorcism kit’—don’t judge me!”
A cleaver spun toward his head.
Allen caught it.
With two fingers.
Then flung it away.
“I need you alive, Alex.”
Alex whimpered.
“Yes, sir.”
Red rose from the pile of pans, blood running from his nose, one eye swelling.
“This… is the worst… goddamn cooking sim I’ve ever played,” he gasped.
The boy dropped from the ceiling, flipped, and landed on Red’s chest with a crunch.
Red screamed.
Mastercraft charged, slamming the counter to knock the kid back. Wood splintered. The boy slid—then crawled backwards up the wall and vanished into the cabinet.
Allen didn’t watch the trail.
He was watching the mirror now.
Mariella’s reflection had returned.
Still smiling.
Still silent.
But this time—her hands were moving.
Setting the table.
Seven plates.
One for each of them.
The steak in the pan flopped once. It whimpered.
Allen stepped back.
“I think I know what they’re cooking,” he murmured.
Alex peeked from behind the stove.
“Please don’t say it.”
Allen turned.
He met the gaze of the ghost twins—now sitting on the chandelier, swinging.
Grinning.
And said it anyway.
“Us.”
No one laughed.
The chandelier creaked.
Then dropped.
“MOVE!” Red_King bellowed, shoving Mastercraft aside as the entire iron fixture came crashing down in a screech of metal and chain and twisted candle wax.
It missed. Barely.
The twins landed in the dust. They didn’t flinch. Just tilted their heads in unison, mouths stretching like torn silk. The boy licked his lips. The girl held her cleaver with both hands now.
The kitchen pulsed.
Yes. Pulsed.
The walls swelled and contracted like lungs. Tiles cracked. The mirror warped in its frame like water.
The girl rushed first—straight for Alex. Again.
Allen moved before she did.
He vanished. Reappeared between her and the priest. His daggers flashed in an X-arc, catching her mid-swing.
The impact wasn’t physical. Not fully. It felt like slicing through fog with teeth. Cold rushed up the blades.
Allen stepped aside. Clean. Unharmed. She hissed and vanished again into the stove’s black smoke.
“She’s obsessed with me!” Alex wailed. “Why me?”
“Because you’re soft,” Mastercraft grunted, raising his hammer. “Ghosts like soft.”
“No they don’t! That’s not even lore accurate—”
The boy reappeared beneath the floor again. His hand punched up through a crack and grabbed Red’s leg.
Red didn’t yell this time. He just snarled and stabbed down with his sword, impaling the plank. Blood—or something pretending to be blood—squirted upward like black jam. The hand retracted fast.
“Yeah, not playing anymore,” Red growled, eyes glowing red. He activated his berserker skill.
“BLOOD HOWL!”
[Skill Activated: +40% Attack, +25% Movement Speed, Fear Immunity]
He roared. And the kitchen shook.
Pots rattled. The stove exploded in a gust of fire. The smell of meat was replaced with burnt sugar and copper.
The girl emerged from inside the pantry.
Behind Allen.
She never reached him.
Allen didn’t even look—he just leaned slightly as her cleaver passed harmlessly beside his shoulder, and countered with a reverse slice.
Her body twisted wrong to dodge, spine cracking.
“Her reaction time’s shortening,” Allen muttered. “She’s losing form.”
“I can’t tell if that’s good or bad!” Mastercraft shouted, swinging his hammer at the boy, who’d just leapt from a hanging pot. The impact missed—but hit the oven behind him.
The wall behind the oven caved in.
Fire burst out.
[Environmental Effect Triggered: BACKDRAFT – SANCTIFIED FIRE IGNITED]
Alex, breathing fast, shoved a handful of incense sticks into the flame. The smoke that poured out changed color—white with gold embers. Holy. Warm.
The twins screamed.
Real screams. Pain.
The mirror shuddered violently. Mariella’s shape flickered. Her hands slammed onto the other side of the glass.
“YES!” Alex yelled. “HOLY DAMAGE WORKS! I’M A GENIUS!”
“You brought incense to a raid,” Mastercraft muttered, dodging another cleaver. “I’m ashamed it’s working.”
“It’s working because God is real!”
“Then tell Him to drop a holy nuke!”
Red slashed again, cutting the boy across the back. For a moment, his sword dug in—not passing through. The boy’s mouth opened in a soundless wail and exploded into smoke.
Not gone.
Just relocating.
“Mother—” the girl croaked, bloodless and shaking, as her brother reformed across the room. “Make them stop…”
But the mirror just watched.
Mariella’s hands rested on the table she’d set. Seven plates. One still empty.
Allen’s eyes narrowed. He saw what the others didn’t.
A chain.
Faint. Ethereal.
Linking the twins to the mirror. To her.
“Break the link,” he said calmly. “The mirror’s her anchor.”
“You want me to hit a mirror?!” Mastercraft snapped. “That’s bad luck, man!”
“Bad luck’s already cooking us.”
Alex shrieked as the boy appeared under the floor again—this time yanking his entire leg in. His boot vanished.
“My favorite boots!”
Red charged and stomped down hard, cracking the plank. The ghost recoiled.
“Protect Alex!” Allen barked.
“I AM!” Red bellowed.
“Less talking more killing!”
The girl rose from the sink—dripping black water. She lunged.
Allen leapt over the island, dual daggers slicing down at her wrists. She caught one blade with her teeth.
For a second—they locked eyes.
And she bit.
The dagger cracked.
Allen twisted the other in her stomach.
She wailed again.
A gold light surged.
[Father^Alex Cast: Divine Impact – Recoil Damage Amplified by 2.5x]
The girl burst into mist.
This time she reformed slowly. Staggering. Her smile was gone.
“She’s weakening,” Allen muttered.
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