THE VILLAIN'S POV Chapter 765 A Chapter Written in Death (3)
Previously on THE VILLAIN'S POV...
Returning to the Demons' Domain
Deep inside a shadowy chamber...
Piercing shrieks resounded, mixed with brutal wails of torment.
Only three silhouettes occupied that dim room.
Amon and Vayne positioned themselves together, gazing at the third...
the origin of those terrifying yells.
The Fourth High Demon... Wesker.
He had been extracted from Vayne's shadow,
exposing his dire condition at last.
Wesker's form was in a nightmarish condition...
vast sections of it lay ruined,
and frost continued to consume him from the inside without mercy,
inflicting unbearable suffering.
His cries showed no sign of stopping.
The scene was heartbreaking...
a depth of torment Wesker had never known throughout his long life.
Witnessing her sibling in such a plight...
Vayne's features contorted,
displaying a pained, sorrowful look.
"Is there... any way to rescue him?"
She posed the query to Amon, who gradually shook his head.
"We can't do anything to help him. The frost from Saint Gehrman has invaded every part of his body. All that's possible is to slow it down—but curing him is out of reach."
When the frost from a fighter like Gehrman invades the body's essence, no one can survive...
aside from those with exceptional physiques, like the Ghoul King Radagon or the Demon King Agaroth.
Yet Wesker lacked any such quality.
Observing his wretched form...
the manner in which he twisted in pain...
Amon averted his gaze, ready to depart, and delivered his order in a frigid tone.
"Finish him off yourself. It's preferable to watching him linger in this wretched state."
Instead of letting him endure more suffering before his inevitable end, Amon demanded Wesker's immediate execution.
Vayne initially wished to protest—but she quickly quieted, understanding that resistance would be futile.
Wesker's fate was sealed no matter what...
so it proved better for her to end him than for him to perish in such disgrace.
"The King held Wesker in high regard... he bestowed much focus upon him," Amon stated tonelessly.
"It's a shame he'll perish in this fashion..."
"Such a... letdown."
These marked Amon's parting remarks as he exited the chamber, plainly showing his dismay toward Wesker...
who had endured his initial devastating loss.
And thus...
Just Vayne and Wesker were left behind.
The Third High-Rank Demoness directed a final look at her kin, sorrow evident on her countenance.
Gradually, she reached out her arm...
dark energy swirling along her limb as she readied the lethal strike to terminate the Fourth High Demon for good.
In that instant...
Wesker abruptly halted his screams.
His visage warped with conflicting feelings—
agony... astonishment... and dread.
Then, bit by bit... he comprehended.
"Haha... me... me... out of all beings... I'm going to perish like this?"
Wesker chuckled faintly while dragging himself toward Vayne.
"Haha... I fail in this way?"
He dragged on until he arrived at her side and seized her leg firmly.
"I... I'm dying? No... no! This can't be allowed!"
Wesker roared in rage, as Vayne's face grew more somber.
"That's sufficient, Wesker," she uttered icily.
"Just bring it to an end... cease revealing this shameful aspect of yourself to me."
Upon hearing that, Wesker gripped her more fiercely.
"You fail to grasp... I—I—I cannot perish..."
He coughed up iced blood from his lips, splattering it over the ground.
"I refuse to die... My ambition remains unfulfilled... I haven't reached it!!"
He bellowed while increasing amounts of blood gushed from his frame...
from his mouth...
dark blood stained by frost.
Icy... tainted blood.
Wesker drew his last ragged breaths, his complexion fading paler moment by moment.
In those fading gazes...
numerous recollections surfaced... visions he had long suppressed inside.
"I... I haven't seized that... strength yet..."
He expelled more blood, clenching Vayne harder.
"The strength... that could enable me to confront the King..."
At those statements, Vayne gently shook her head.
"You're muttering delirium in your dying instants," she remarked with compassion.
"Cease it, brother... this ill fits you."
Wesker reacted instantly by holding onto her, encircling her with his arms.
"Yes! Yes! I'm your sibling!"
A gory grin stretched over his features as his form started to crack.
"I'm your sibling... right?"
"Your sole sibling... you wouldn't abandon your sibling to death... you wouldn't..."
"You'd go to any lengths to preserve me—wouldn't you?!"
Wesker howled as Vayne's look turned even grimmer, baffled by her expiring brother.
His eyes shimmered with an ominous red gleam.
"What worth does a sibling hold... without their kin? What purpose does family ties serve if you refuse to aid your own flesh and blood?"
"My existence once was yours... and now—"
"Your existence... must be mine!"
Wesker let out one last shriek...
Then all turned to blackness.
Vitality fled his form.
Wesker slumped lifeless.
His body burst into countless shards in a startling display.
Inside the shadowy chamber...
Vayne remained solitary, fixating on the emptiness once it all concluded.
A hush descended...
profound, barren, unfathomable gloom.
A gloom beyond anyone's comprehension...
Save for a single entity.
In the distance...
Within Helmond...
The Demon King lounged on his seat, ennui carved into his expression.
But abruptly...
Agaroth's demeanor shifted, unveiling an emotion he seldom revealed.
Astonishment.
His scarlet eyes blazed momentarily as his mouth formed words.
"Wesker... you... went this far?"
Agaroth intoned gravely, then paused briefly...
Before erupting into unrestrained mirth.
The Demon King chuckled.
And chuckled.
And chuckled.
He chortled extensively and vigorously, evidently entertained...
After beholding something... intriguing.
Meanwhile...
Vayne departed the shadowy chamber and reunited with Amon.
He faced her and inquired,
"Has it concluded?"
Vayne nodded in reply, her face etched with bitterness.
"He's gone. The Fourth High Demon—Wesker—has taken his last breath and departed this realm."
Vayne declared.
Amon inclined his head, releasing a gradual sigh.
"Understood... such a waste."
He moved past Vayne, momentarily resting a hand on her shoulder before withdrawing it and proceeding onward...
extending a brief sign of comfort.
The Third High-Rank Demoness observed him briefly... then shifted her gaze ahead once more.
"Indeed... it's genuinely a waste."
Gradually, Vayne started to move forward, pressing her hand against her mouth.
Pace by pace... until sufficient distance separated her.
"...Ah... I can no longer conceal it."
She carefully lifted her hand...
Unveiling her visage.
A fiendish visage...
divided by a broad smirk extending from cheek to cheek.
A rapturous... vile... frightful grin.
A scarlet radiance burst from her eyes.
Then...
Bit by bit...
Vayne's brow parted, disclosing a dreadful third eye rising from the void.
For a few moments, the emptiness quaked as Vayne's frame quivered and she cackled...
A deranged, chilling cackle.
She cackled.
And cackled.
And cackled.
Then—gradually—
She composed herself.
The third eye disappeared as though it had never appeared.
And so...
Vayne abandoned the location,
allowing the whole realm to bask in the tidings of Wesker's demise.