Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Chapter 1791: Your Pain Doesn’t Make You Right

Villain Ch 1791. Your Pain Doesn’t Make You Right

Allen appeared behind it.

“Soul Siphon.”

A black tether snapped into place. Life force ripped through the channel, pouring into Allen in pulses.

Caelreth roared again, this time in agony.

He spun, wings flaring out—

Chains spiraling toward Allen like spears.

But Allen ducked, weaved, leapt, and slammed his blade through one of the chains mid-air, severing it with a shriek of cursed metal.

His wings flared.

He went up.

’Demonic Lances.’

Black spears of energy materialized above him—dozens—then hundreds.

He pointed.

They rained down like a meteor storm.

Each lance struck like a cruise missile, slamming into Caelreth’s twisted frame. Each impact blew away parts of armor, flesh, shadow.

He staggered.

Snarled.

And then surged again—cleaving through revenants, throwing Shea into the wall, grabbing Zoe’s tentacle and ripping it free.

But Allen didn’t stop.

He landed.

Rolled.

Charged.

Their blades met once more—sparks flying in arcs of red and black.

“You didn’t fail because you cared,” Allen whispered mid-deadlock.

Caelreth’s teeth clenched.

Allen leaned closer, driving his blade forward.

“You failed because you stopped letting others care for you.”

With a roar, he broke the clash—ducked under the halberd—and drove his fist into Caelreth’s gut with abyssal force.

The Warden coughed blood.

And the fight wasn’t over.

Not yet.

But the tide had turned.

Allen felt it—not just in the shifting mana, not just in the echo of systems hissing around his ears like a thousand wires catching flame—but in his bones. In his heartbeat. The rhythm of combat had changed. The moment had come.

Warden Caelreth stumbled back, blood dripping from the split across his ribs where Allen’s blade had finally bitten deep.

But even now, corrupted veins pulsing like dark roots under his skin, the man refused to fall.

His halberd dragged against the stone with a sharp metallic screech, one foot bracing against the ruined floor like it still held some sacred purpose.

Allen advanced without hesitation.

He wasn’t breathing hard, but his lungs were tight with adrenaline and heat. His armor—slick with blood, soot, and scraps of burned chain. His wings cast sharp shadows across the shattered floor, every feather a blade, every beat of his demonic heart vibrating through the room like a war drum.

[Status Effect: Demonic Aura – Reactivated]

[Enemy ATK and DEF: -50% within radius]

The ground beneath them was a battlefield of scars—craters from Bella’s storm, splinters of Zoe’s Leviathan burst, pools of Larissa’s blood magic crackling like crimson oil fires in the cracks. But none of it mattered anymore.

Only Allen.

Only Caelreth.

The rest of the world had gone quiet in his head, even if he could still sense the presence of his harem.

Allen surged forward, cloak trailing behind like a shadow trying to keep up.

Caelreth swung high—an arc so brutal it split a section of ceiling, dislodging a rain of stones and dust. Allen ducked under it, the wind of the blow hissing over his horns.

His blade carved low—across Caelreth’s knee.

[Critical Hit!]

[+Weapon Passive: Bleed Applied]

Caelreth buckled but didn’t fall.

A cry ripped from his throat—not one of pain, but of grief. Of rage. The sound of a heart that had broken a thousand times over and didn’t know how to stop.

“I built them!” Caelreth bellowed, blood spraying from his lips. “I carried their swords! I kissed their foreheads before battle!”

Allen slammed his palm into the Warden’s chest.

“Then why didn’t you let them carry you back when you broke?!”

“Telekinesis Blast!”

The force detonated at point-blank range, hurling Caelreth backward. He crashed through Jane’s summoned bone wall, his massive form smashing stone like brittle wood. Debris exploded outward, dust clouding the air—but Allen moved through it like a ghost on fire.

He walked toward Caelreth like judgment.

“You were meant to protect them,” Allen said, voice low, raw. “Instead, you became the thing they feared most.”

Caelreth groaned, dragging himself up on one arm. His eyes—one blind, one gleaming red with corruption—locked on Allen. His mouth curled in bitter memory.

“They… they turned on me first.”

Allen’s steps didn’t falter. “And yet you’re still here.”

Caelreth grinned through bloodied teeth. “So are you.”

Then the chains came again—dozens of them, summoned in a burst of shadowed light, screaming through the air like razors.

Allen didn’t dodge.

He caught them.

His fingers wrapped around the chains, his muscles flexing against the force, the pain sharp but dull in comparison to what burned in his chest.

“Your pain doesn’t make you right,” Allen growled, yanking forward.

Caelreth’s body lurched toward him involuntarily, dragged by his own weaponry. Allen let go at the last second—ducking under the halberd swing and twisting with all the wrath of the abyss.

“Abyssal Descent.”

He slammed his foot into the floor again, hard enough to rupture the stone in a twenty-meter radius. Black light flared—raw, primal, screaming into the air like a blade tearing open the earth itself. It dragged the Warden down.

[Warden Caelreth – Staggered]

Allen’s blade moved like an extension of his will—no hesitation, no pause.

One cut—across the chest.

Another—deep through the side.

The third—straight down the arm, severing a corrupted sigil that had been pulsing like a second heart.

Caelreth howled.

And Allen felt something snap.

A flood of memories not his own slammed into him—visceral, brutal, like shards of a stained glass window breaking across his thoughts.

Caelreth kneeling beside a weeping child, his own hands soaked in blood.

Caelreth screaming as his vice-captain fell, blaming him with his last breath.

Caelreth alone in a fortress built to contain the infection—walls carved with runes he couldn’t even read anymore.

Caelreth holding a ring that no longer belonged to anyone living.

Allen staggered a step, vision flashing.

He clenched his jaw. Focused.

No. This wasn’t his grief. It wasn’t his curse.

“I know you loved them,” Allen said quietly, stepping close again.

Caelreth twitched, shadows pulsing at his broken joints, limbs trembling under the weight of blood and corrupted mana.

“But love doesn’t mean destroying everything after it’s gone.”

Allen raised his blade.

Caelreth raised his head.

There was silence between them.

Then—

“Do it,” the Warden whispered. “End it.”