Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1944: The Nightmare Twins [Part 3]
Chapter 1944: The Nightmare Twins [Part 3]
Villain Ch 1944. The Nightmare Twins [Part 3]
Red roared again and charged the boy—now partially stuck in the wall. His sword cut through the body, pinning it in the wood.
The boy screamed, truly screamed, like a child.
“NOW!” Allen snapped.
Mastercraft spun his hammer like a turbine, cracked his neck, and ran straight at the mirror.
Mariella turned her head.
Her mouth didn’t move.
But her eyes did.
They flared.
“BEHIND YOU!” Alex shouted.
The stove detonated again. A fireball hit the ceiling. Ash fell like snow.
The smoke twisted into her face. She screamed.
But Allen moved faster.
He kicked off a falling cabinet, stepped off a swinging pan, and in midair, spun one dagger in his fingers.
He threw it.
Not at the twins.
At the chain.
The dagger sliced through the ethereal tether.
And the scream died.
The girl dropped to her knees. So did the boy.
They stared at their hands, flickering now.
Unstable.
“Mommy?” the boy whimpered. “Mommy, the food… it bit us…”
“We didn’t mean to play too long,” the girl sobbed. “We were just hungry too…”
They turned to the mirror.
And ran.
Ran into it.
Mariella caught them. Her arms wrapped around their fragile, broken bodies. Her hands pressed to their backs.
The party held their breath.
Was it over?
She looked at them.
Not the twins.
The team.
Her face twisted. Rage. Betrayal. Something old and loud and wrong.
Then she screamed.
No sound. Just a wave.
The scream shattered glass in the air. Cracked tiles. Buckled pipes.
The mirror spiderwebbed.
Then…
Shattered.
Gone.
Smoke. Silence.
[QUEST COMPLETE: NIGHTMARE TWINS EXORCISED]
[YOU GAINED EXP]
[YOU RECEIVED SPLINTERED DINNER PLATE (CURSED) 1 ea, CLEAVER OF LAUGHTER 1 ea, ASH-DRIED BOOTS (ALEX’S) 1 ea and 100,000 coins]
Alex whimpered, hugging his recovered boots.
“I want to go home.”
Red fell to one knee, dragging his sword across the cracked tile floor with a grunt. “I want a beer.”
Mastercraft flopped onto a broken chair, his armor hissing from lingering holy smoke and scorched grease. “I want to uninstall.”
Allen stood among them.
Silent.
Just calm. Watching them.
Then… he chuckled.
A quiet, sharp breath.
Then again.
And then, he laughed.
It wasn’t mocking. It wasn’t maniacal.
It was genuine. A full, rich, chest-deep laugh, like the kind someone makes when they can’t hold it anymore. When the tension finally snaps.
The others froze.
Red looked up, eyes narrowed. “…Is he laughing?”
Alex slowly peeked from behind his boot. “He’s laughing.”
Mastercraft squinted. “Okay, no. Nope. He doesn’t laugh. He smiles like a shark, sure. But this?”
He stood up fast. “He’s possessed.”
Red stood too. “He’s definitely possessed.”
“Alex! Get the incense!” Mastercraft snapped, reaching for his hammer. “Exorcism time!”
“I told you I’m not that kind of priest!” Alex shouted, panic rising. “I’m a healer, not a demon hunter!”
Allen raised one hand, still grinning. “Whoa! Whoa! Stop. My bad. I couldn’t help it.”
He ran a hand through his hair and exhaled like he hadn’t in hours. “This is just… too funny.”
“Funny?” Red pointed at the shattered mirror and blackened stove. “You think two ghost kids bullying us is funny? Are you a masochist?”
“No.” Allen grinned. “No, I mean… usually, I see you guys as serious. Like a high-tier dungeon crew. Cold. Calculating. Top ten in the rankings, right?”
He gestured around the kitchen, still warping at the corners, light flickering like dying bulbs.
“But now I see something different.”
Red narrowed his eyes. “Are you mocking us?”
Allen shook his head. “Nope. I mean it. I actually found this relaxing.”
“Relaxing?!” Alex shrieked. “There were children trying to eat us!”
“It reminded me of the first time I played a horror VR sim,” Allen said, folding his arms. “Crappy sound design, predictable ghost AI, but still had charm. That thrill. The unknown. You never knew what would jump at you from behind a curtain.”
Mastercraft scowled. “Tch. That’s your idea of charm?”
“I told you,” Red grumbled, “we’re fine with undead. But this ghost-type bullshit?” He gestured at the dripping, broken stove. “No.”
“Correction,” Mastercraft added, leaning on his hammer. “We’re fine with ghost-type monsters. As in wraiths, banshees, spectral warriors. You know, like the Witch’s Wraith? That thing was cool. Clean. You hit it, it screeches, it dies.”
Red nodded. “Exactly. No drama.”
“But this manor?” Mastercraft kicked a cursed teacup aside. “This shit show of story-driven trauma and children’s giggles and cursed appliances? No. Absolutely not.”
Alex raised a hand. “It’s the mystery. That’s the problem.”
He stood up shakily, still hugging one boot. “Like, the wraiths? They wanted to kill us. That’s fine. That’s expected. They scream and charge, you stab them in the neck, done.”
He pointed at the shattered mirror. “But these things? They wanted to cook us.”
Allen blinked. “It’s the same thing, isn’t it?”
Alex looked horrified. “NO! Cooking and killing are very different. One is fast. The other is… marinade.”
Allen tilted his head. “…Okay. You guys are traumatized.”
Red grunted. “No shit.”
Allen looked around at the flickering lights, the scorched pans, the smoldering stove, and the cracked remains of the haunted kitchen.
Then he sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “So… should we continue or…?”
The three looked at each other.
“Of course we have to continue,” Red said.
“Damn right. I’m not leaving without boss materials,” Mastercraft added.
“We’re already cursed. We might as well finish it,” Alex huffed.
Allen smiled faintly. “Alright. Then Red—you lead. The quest tracker’s still dead. No map. No markers. But…”
He looked around slowly.
“They want to cooking us, right?”
Everyone went still again.
Mastercraft muttered, “Don’t say that like it’s normal.”
Allen shrugged. “Well, it means they’ll come find us again. If we’re the meal, they’ll come back for the main course.”
Red swallowed hard, then stood tall, sword still coated in spiritual gunk. “Right… Fine. Let them come. We’re not appetizers. We’re raiders.”
Allen nodded. “Lead the way, big guy.”
They moved out.
The door they came through no longer existed. Of course.
So Red picked the hallway with the least amount of blood.
The kitchen behind them hissed once, then fell silent.
