Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Villain Ch 1949. The Banquet of The Damned [Part 3]

The twins rose, graceful and fluid like puppets with invisible strings.

The boy hovered without feet, dragging his cleaver like a beloved toy.

The girl skipped across the polished floor, her reflection lagging just half a second behind.

"I want his fingers!" she sang, pointing at Red.

"I want his head!" the boy pointed at Alex.

Alex nearly fainted.

Allen reappeared next to him. "You good?"

Alex squeaked.

Allen turned. "Cool. Stay alive."

Then blinked again. Gone.

Red was holding off three spirits. "She's shielding herself with the guests! We have to clear them before we can get to her!"

"I can do an AoE!" Alex called out. "But I'll need three seconds!"

"Do it!" Red shouted. "Mastercraft, cover him!"

"On it!"

Alex planted his staff. Prayed.

[Skill Activated Purging Light]

[Channeling: 3… 2… 1…]

A golden explosion burst from the floor. The guests screamed in unison, their forms burning with white light. Six dissolved instantly. The twins shielded their faces.

Mariella's eyes snapped toward Alex.

"You little priest…" she whispered. "I'll scoop your tongue out and use it for my tea."

Red turned toward Allen. "We need to hit her now!"

"Done," Allen said.

He blinked behind her.

His blades plunged forward.

Mariella twisted mid-step. Her gown blocked one blade. The other carved her shoulder.

She shrieked and backhanded Allen with a blast of shadow.

He flipped midair. Landed on a table. Unharmed.

Alex's jaw dropped. "He didn't get hit?"

"Of course not!" Mastercraft barked. "He's not real!"

Allen jumped again, this time slicing through one of the ghost chandeliers. It fell, crashing onto three guests trying to reform.

Red roared and charged Mariella directly. "YOU WANT A MAIN COURSE?!"

She screamed back, hands igniting with flame and black ash.

Red swung.

Their powers clashed.

Flame met rage.

Steel met sorcery.

Allen slipped behind her. Again.

His blades found her back.

Mariella screamed.

Smoke exploded out of her mouth.

She cracked like porcelain.

The twins screamed too.

"Nooo! Mommy!"

Allen stepped back as she fell to one knee.

The timer ticked.

[Final Bell Approaching: 00:39]

Mariella glared. "You don't belong here…"

Allen stepped forward, his voice calm.

"Neither do you."

She raised her hand. Shadows erupted from the tips of her fingers like ribbons, whipping across the air. Allen didn't flinch. He blinked sideways—teleportation flicker—just out of reach.

The shadows carved clean through a pillar behind him, leaving a line of withered stone and age rot where it had stood pristine for centuries.

Allen reappeared behind her, slashing low.

Mariella spun. Her gown became razors.

The moment his blades met her dress, a shockwave rippled outward. Tables flipped. Candles burst. The chandelier overhead cracked and groaned.

"Cute trick," she hissed, floating upward, no longer bothering to pretend she was bound by mortal movement. Her feet lifted off the floor, arms spreading like a raven preparing to strike. Her face split—no longer human. Eyes like two dark moons, smile too wide, stretching past her ears, her skin cracking as black roots emerged from beneath.

Allen didn't retreat.

He blinked again. Straight up.

Right above her.

Mid-air, he flipped. The hem of his coat fluttered like wings. His daggers came down in a crisscross slash, trailing spectral light like comet tails.

Mariella screamed. Her hands caught his blades—but the scream wasn't pain. It was joy.

"You're like him," she said. "The one behind the code. The old hunger."

Allen shoved forward, the force of the dual strike slamming her back down to the ground like a meteor. The tiles shattered, her body leaving a crater where her throne once stood. The guests' chairs tumbled in waves.

She reformed in a blink—mist and bone knitting back into elegance. Black lace now blood-red. Her arms longer. Fingers taloned.

Allen landed gently, silent.

Then she charged.

They collided in the center of the ruined hall.

Claws against daggers.

Her tendrils lashed out—serpentine and laced with faces. They screamed as they flew.

Allen dropped to a crouch, spinning. One dagger sliced through the first. The second, he caught with the back of his palm, deflecting it into the floor. He stepped in close, too close.

Mariella's eyes widened.

He smiled. "Boo."

His blade sank into her side.

She howled and exploded into a thousand glass butterflies. They swarmed him.

[Status Effect: Vision Obscured]

The screen darkened. Allen's outline flickered, ghost-white in the mist.

She reformed behind him, hand outstretched. A single needle formed on her fingertip.

A soul extractor.

She stabbed.

But Allen turned exactly at the right second, catching her wrist. His gaze met hers. Cold. Sharp. Familiar.

He didn't speak. Just moved.

His body twisted like liquid shadow. Daggers spun. One cut upward, the other downward in a scissor motion—right across her chest.

[Critical Hit!]

[Veil Shattered]

Her disguise peeled back. She shrieked, no longer beautiful—just raw hatred in a corpse's shell. Smoke billowed from her eyes, her body splitting open like a cocoon unraveling too fast.

Her hands ignited in voidflame. She lunged.

Allen ducked low, ran up her stomach, flipped backward off her shoulder, and threw one dagger mid-air. It landed between her eyes.

She staggered.

A bell began to ring.

She screamed and raised her arms.

Allen was already behind her again.

He grabbed her hair. Pulled her head back. Whispered into her ear.

"Dinner's over."

Then plunged both daggers into her heart.

The bell rang.

Once. Twice. Twelve times.

Her body spasmed. Shuddered. The shadows peeled off her skin like rotten silk.

Then her entire form collapsed into mist and silence.

Gone.

The twins cried.

Then exploded into petals.

[QUEST COMPLETE: MURDERESS MARIELLA DEFEATED]

[YOU RECEIVED FORGOTTEN DINNER BELL 1 ea, MOTHER'S RIBBON 1 ea, CHINA DOLL SHARD 2 ea and 500,000 Coins]

Silence.

No music.

No ghosts.

Just four players.

Covered in gore.

Standing in a dining hall.

With one final dish… left untouched.

Alex dropped to his knees. "I want to go back to farming."

Red exhaled. "I want to burn this whole place."

Mastercraft dropped his hammer and exhaled. "This is crazy!"

Allen? He just smiled.

"This was relaxing."

They looked at him.