THE VILLAIN'S POV Chapter 765: A - Written in Death (3)

Previously on THE VILLAIN'S POV...

Fulghor, weakened after lending his power to Gehrman, withdrew from the battlefield alongside his ally, while Frey Starlight fled with his family, cutting through undead hordes to escape Amon's restricting domain. In a moment of mutual respect, Frey and Gehrman acknowledged each other as equals before the Shadow Sect fully retreated, leaving a chaotic third force amid the demons. A day later, news of the Shadow Sect's return and their slaying of high demons—including the fourth-ranked Wesker—rippled across the world, alongside reports of Thanatos's liberation as an Original Soul Bearer. Reactions stirred among powers like the Ghoul King Radagon and the Ascendant Prodigy Sieghart, even as broader tensions mounted with wars brewing on Earth and a mysterious continent. The battle between Amon and Thanatos ended inconclusively after Neto's intervention, dividing Earth into three warring factions: demons on Ultras Continent, Thanatos claiming the ruined Empire to raise an undead army, and the Shadow Sect evacuating humans to the Eastern Nightmare Lands.

Returning to the Demons' Domain

Deep inside a shadowy chamber ..

Piercing shrieks resounded, mingled with brutal wails of torment.

In that gloomy room, just three silhouettes lingered.

Amon and Vayne positioned themselves together, gazing at the third ..

the origin of those dreadful shrieks.

The Fourth High Demon .. Wesker.

He had been extracted from Vayne’s shadow,

and now his true state stood exposed.

Wesker’s form was in a nightmarish condition ...

vast sections of it lay ruined,

and still, icy frost mercilessly consumed him from the inside,

inflicting unbearable suffering.

His cries refused to fade.

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 chance to rescue him?"

She posed the query to Amon, who gradually shook his head.

"We can’t do a thing for him. The frost from Saint Gehrman has invaded every part of his frame. We might only slow it down—but rescue is out of reach."

When the ice from a fighter like Gehrman seeps into the body’s essence, no survival is possible ..

unless one has exceptional physiques, like the Ghoul King Radagon, or Demon King Agaroth in person.

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 leaving him in this wretched state."

Instead of prolonging his agony toward an inevitable end, Amon demanded Wesker’s swift execution.

Vayne nearly protested at first—but she quickly quieted, understanding that resistance would be futile.

Wesker’s fate was sealed no matter what...

so it proved kinder for her to end him than to let him perish in such disgrace.

"The King held Wesker in high regard... he bestowed much favor upon him," Amon stated bluntly.

"It’s a shame he perishes in this way..."

"Such... a waste."

These marked Amon’s parting remarks as he exited the chamber, plainly showing his disdain for Wesker ..

who had endured his initial crushing humiliation.

Thus...

Just Vayne and Wesker were left.

The Third High-Rank Demoness gave her brother a final look, sorrow evident on her visage.

Gradually, she reached out her hand ..

shadowy energy swirling along her limb as she readied the lethal strike to erase the Fourth High Demon for good.

In that instant ..

Wesker abruptly halted his screams.

His countenance warped with conflicting feelings—

agony... astonishment... and dread.

Then, gradually... realization dawned on him.

"Haha... me... me... out of all beings... I’m to perish like this?"

Wesker chuckled faintly while dragging himself toward Vayne.

"Haha... I fall in defeat like this?"

He dragged on until he arrived at her side and seized her leg firmly.

"I... I’m perishing? No... no! This won’t stand!"

Wesker roared in rage, as Vayne’s face grew stormier.

"That’s sufficient, Wesker," she uttered icily.

"Just bring it to a close... cease revealing this shameful aspect of yourself."

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 ambitions remain unfulfilled... I haven’t reached them!!"

He bellowed while increasing blood flowed from his form ..

from his mouth ..

dark blood stained with ice.

Chilled... tainted blood.

Wesker drew his last ragged breaths, his complexion fading paler each moment.

In those fading gazes ..

myriad recollections surfaced... visions he had long suppressed inside.

"I... I haven’t yet seized that... strength..."

He expelled more blood, clenching Vayne harder.

"The strength... to rival the King..."

At those declarations, Vayne gently shook her head.

"You’re muttering delusions in your dying instants," she remarked with compassion.

"Cease it, brother... this ill befits you."

Wesker reacted instantly by holding her close, encircling her with his arms.

"Yes! Yes! I’m your brother!"

A gory grin stretched over his features as his frame started to crack.

"I’m your brother... right?"

"Your sole brother... you wouldn’t abandon your brother 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 kin.

His eyes blazed with an evil crimson gleam.

"What defines a brother... absent his kin? What purpose does family hold if you forsake your own flesh?"

"My existence once was yours... and now—"

"Your existence... must be mine!"

Wesker let out one last howl ..

Then all turned to blackness.

Vitality fled his form.

Wesker slumped lifeless.

His body burst into countless shards in a stunning display.

Inside the shadowy chamber ..

Vayne remained solitary, peering into the emptiness once it all concluded.

A hush descended ..

profound, barren, unfathomable gloom.

A gloom beyond anyone’s ken...

Save for a single entity.

Distant...

In Helmond ..

The Demon King lounged on his seat, ennui plain on his countenance.

But abruptly ..

Agaroth’s demeanor shifted, unveiling an expression he seldom revealed.

Astonishment.

His blood-red eyes flashed momentarily as his mouth stirred.

"Wesker... you ... went this far ?"

Agaroth intoned gravely, then paused briefly ..

Before erupting into unrestrained mirth.

The Demon King chuckled.

And chuckled.

He guffawed heartily and at length, evidently entertained ..

After beholding something... captivating.

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 gasp and departed this realm."

Vayne declared.

Amon inclined his head, releasing a measured breath.

"I understand... such a pity."

He moved past Vayne, resting a hand briefly on her shoulder before withdrawing it and proceeding onward ..

extending a brief token of sympathy.

The Third High-Rank Demoness observed him briefly... then directed her gaze ahead once more.

"Indeed... it’s a true shame."

Gradually, Vayne started to depart, pressing her hand to her lips.

Pace by pace... until sufficient distance separated them.

"...Ah... I can no longer conceal it."

She carefully lifted her hand ..

Unveiling her countenance.

A fiendish visage ..

divided by a broad smirk extending cheek to cheek.

A rapturous... vile... frightful grin.

A scarlet radiance burst from her eyes.

Then ..

Gradually ..

Vayne’s brow parted, exposing a ghastly third eye rising from the ether.

For moments on end, the emptiness quivered as Vayne’s frame quaked and she cackled ..

A frenzied, chilling cackle.

She cackled.

And cackled.

Then—gradually—

She composed herself.

The third eye dissolved as though it had never appeared.

And so ..

Vayne abandoned the site,

allowing the whole realm to buzz with tidings of Wesker’s demise.