The Villain's Story

Chapter 441 [441] Serena’s Incident.[2]

Her lower body was not merely missing, but had been gruesomely obliterated, leaving only a grotesque, unrecognizable mess from the pelvis down. Her lower limbs had been ground into a sickening blood mush, a nightmarish amalgamation of bone, muscle, and gore. It was dreadful sight to look at.

Her dried blood, caked upon the walls and floor, bore the evidence of her torture, the suffering she experienced…it was as if the devil himself was the one who tortured her. The dried blood conveyed only one message.

‘It had been quite some time since this gruesome act had been committed.’

The stains on the surfaces had darkened to a deep, sinister brown, mirroring the depth of her torment.

Her internal organs now hung like grotesque ornaments from the gruesome cavity in her abdomen. Their surfaces had dried and hardened, resembling grotesque, macabre decorations suspended from her twisted remains. “…fuck…what the hell is this…?”

Her upper body was entirely bare, and bound to the wall with metallic spikes that pierced her wrists. Every inch of her torso was marred by scars, bite marks, and slashes. The torment she endured was evident in the cruel etchings upon her flesh. It was as if wild beasts had been allowed to do whatever they wanted with her…it was truly a gruesome end.

Her beautiful hair had not merely been ripped from her scalp but violently torn away, leaving behind patches of raw, exposed skin. Her blood, flesh, and remains of other organs littered the ground along with a strange liquid.

Her face however…had been grotesquely deformed beyond recognition, It may have been beautiful before…but now it was only a nightmarish sight to look at. The only vestiges of her former self were the small strands of pink hair still clinging to her scalp, they were the only things that confirmed her identity to be Serena’s mother…

“…Blurgh…”

As expected, Elijah vomited, unable to digest the sight before him. His vomit, filled with whatever was in his stomach. And…even I vomited.

Although I had quite a tolerance to gore and whatnot…this…?

Was too much even for me.

The vomits didn’t end at only one…but Elijah fully emptied his stomach, even when only acid was leaving they didn’t stop. He couldn’t bear to look up and gaze at the sight once again.

“…”

[Supreme Dragon of Fire Agri has casted mental fortitude on you.]

After Elijah had cast his skill upon Elijah, he took deep breaths, trying to calm his body down and stop the vomiting.

Instinctively, he scurried away, avoiding the body. The mere thought of it now sent a chill down his spine.

He looked at the girl, the one who was lying on the floor, all tied up in the corner and gazed at her ‘dead’ eyes.

“…”

Ah, that was it…That was why those eyes were dead.

She had seen her own mother be treated in such a gruesome way…

“…Ugh…”

Elijah, even with the help of Agri’s spell…was still finding it hard to digest the information. He looked at the girls eyes once again…and found himself feeling an immense amount of guilt for her.

He couldn’t even look into her eyes once again, finding it difficult to even imagine what pain she suffered.

Had she been tortured as well or was it only her mother, and she was forced to witness it all?

How many times had she cried, for her tears to run dry?

How many times had she screamed, until her throat could scream no longer?

Just…just…how much?

“…Let’s get you out of here.”

Elijah, finding himself in a difficult situation, resigned himself to rescuing the girl and rehabilitating her…that was the least he could do.

However, just as he was about to pick the poor soul up, the door opened with a bang!

Someone else, a demon stepped inside the room, sighing to himself.

“Why do I have to be the one to guard the kid? The bitch is dead and I can’t even half fun with her anymore…tsk.”

He clicked his tongue.

The demon possessed ashen skin, resembling cracked leather, his obsidian hued horns stretched out from his forehead and up towards the sky. His hands and feet were surprisingly normal, resembling those of a human, the only difference being that the nails were longer, much longer. The demon stood at a height of 2 meters, almost one and a half the height of Elijah at this point in time. His eyes seemed to glow with a fiery, red light…which dwindled and then reignited itself periodically.

The demon’s mouth is a gaping, fanged maw, with teeth that seem designed for tearing and rending flesh. A grotesque forked tongue occasionally darted out of that hideous abomination that was it’s mouth, making the bastard look even more hideous. The world would be done a favor did it ever decide to swear an oath of silence.

“Tch, your meat looks tender but I can’t fucking eat it.” .

He moved closer to the corpse of Sabrina’s mother, his tongue slithered like a snake on her upper body. Savoring her flesh and skin which he and his colleagues had ruined.

“…”

Elijah, bearing witness to this was enraged…Had the woman not suffered enough that you even dared defile her corpse?

Even if you were a demon…were you that disgusting?

Were you…that fucking disgusting?

The demon, after having it’s ‘fun’ with a corpse, moved back, and all Elijah wanted to do at the moment was…

I’m gonna kill you.

A part of his mind yearned for it, eager to begin.

You will only lose, do not lose your rationality.

Yet, a part of his mind also wanted to stop him from carrying out the reckless bravado. He was still too weak to take the demon on, Even with Decimation…he would get absolutely stomped on. The demon was far too strong for him to take on right.

However…the war in his mind still continued.

Let me try, I want to rip him to shreds.

You will only lose, focus on your goal.

As the war in his head continued…The demon walked towards Serena.

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