Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives Chapter 1898: Family Doesn’t Abandon Each Other

Villain Ch 1898. Family Doesn’t Abandon Each Other

"Elise..." the old woman whispered, voice soft as lace. "Sweet child... we never wanted this—"

"Stop."

Elise’s head jerked up. The sound cut through the air like a blade.

"You never wanted this?" Her tone cracked with disbelief. "Then why did you let it happen?"

Greg took a step forward, shaking his head. "We—we didn’t know—"

"You knew!" Elise scread. The floor shook. Every window in the hall cracked again. "You knew he was cursed! You knew the marriage would bind ! You knew, and you still made go!"

Her voice was rising, breaking with every word.

"You threw away because I was a burden! You didn’t want to pay the debt, so you gave instead!"

Her claws dug deep into the ground. The tiles cracked under her touch.

"You said you just wanted to be happy," she said, trembling now. "That you’d do anything to protect . You said family doesn’t abandon each other."

Greg’s wife sobbed, covering her mouth. "We only wanted you safe—"

"Safe?!" Elise shrieked. "You married to a monster!"

The grandmother reached for her. "He promised to make you his bride—"

"And you promised to protect !" Elise snapped back. Her voice dropped, cold and low. "You lied."

Allen’s sword humd faintly in his hand, reacting to the surge of demonic energy in the air. He could feel it—her power was changing. No longer pure rage. It was sothing older. Sharper. Personal.

Zoe muttered, "Uh, Allen? You seeing this?"

"Yeah," Allen said quietly. "Stay back."

Elise stood again, towering over her family’s ghosts. Her gown fluttered as wind gathered around her from nowhere.

Her tone was low now. Controlled. Almost calm.

"You’re the source of my pain," she said. "All of you."

The old woman stepped forward again, pleading. "Elise, please—"

"You threw your sins at and called it duty," Elise said, voice trembling but steady. "You let bleed for your mistakes. You let die for your comfort."

She raised her hand.

The grandmother froze mid-step.

"Elise, no!" Greg shouted.

But the Hollow Bride just stared at them, eyes glowing white.

"I’m done suffering for you."

A rush of shadow burst from her palm. It tore through her grandmother first—silent and instant. The ghost shattered like glass. Then her mother. She barely scread before her body turned to dust.

Greg scread, stumbling backward.

"Elise! Stop! Please!"

She turned to him, her expression empty again—except for her trembling mouth.

"No," she whispered.

Greg fell to his knees. "I’m sorry! We didn’t an—"

Her claw reached down, hooking his shirt, lifting him off the ground like a toy. His legs kicked uselessly.

Elise stared at him, her glowing eyes softening for a heartbeat.

"I won’t kill you," she whispered.

Greg froze.

"I want you to suffer with ."

Her voice deepened. The curse in her brand flared. The glow spread up her arm, crawling to her shoulder, twisting her veins into black cords under her skin.

"You will stay with ," she said. "In this loop. With this curse."

Her claw tightened around his neck. The air burned.

"Curse branded," she hissed.

Greg scread.

His body spasd violently as the black mark appeared across his chest, burning through his clothes, digging into flesh like molten tal. His veins turned black. His eyes rolled back. He clawed at her arm, but she didn’t let go.

"You’ll never leave ," she said. "You’ll suffer with . You’ll rember what you did every single day."

He fell. Hard.

Hit the floor like dead weight. But he wasn’t dead. Not yet. He convulsed, foam dripping from his mouth. His skin cracked, glowing faint red from inside.

He scread again.

"Make it stop!"

Elise didn’t even look down.

"You’ll stay," she said softly. "And bear the curse."

Allen’s grip on his sword tightened until his knuckles went white. He wanted to move, but part of him knew—this wasn’t a fight anymore. Not yet.

This was judgnt.

The hospital walls bent, curving around Elise like the world was folding itself to her will. Her wedding gown flared, spreading across the debris like a tidal wave of blood-soaked silk.

Then her head turned.

Not just a glance. It twisted.

A slow, grinding 180 degrees until her blank face t Allen’s.

Her eyes were open again, not empty—but burning.

"You," she said softly.

Allen didn’t move.

Her jaw cracked as she smiled—crooked, sad, not human.

"You’re not supposed to be here," she whispered.

The air thickened. The temperature dropped. Frost crawled up Allen’s boots, cracking underfoot.

"You tried to save ," she said. "But you can’t."

Her voice echoed, layering over itself like multiple people speaking through her at once.

"The curse happened long ago. It’s already written. It never ends."

She took one slow step forward. The ground sank under her foot.

"Begone," she said.

And then she scread again.

The sound wasn’t just in their ears—it was inside their heads. Like a thousand voices crying, laughing, mourning all at once.

Allen’s vision shattered into static. He gritted his teeth, fighting to stay upright.

The girls scread or cursed as the pressure hit. Zoe’s tentacles flailed, slamming into walls to anchor herself. Bella’s tails lashed wildly as she shouted a spell. Jane’s barrier cracked like glass. Shea’s wings folded tight as she shielded Alice, both straining to resist. Larissa stood with claws out, fangs bared, blood magic glowing like molten gold in her veins.

Allen’s body shook, blood seeping from one eye, but he stayed standing.

He took a single step forward.

The Hollow Bride’s veil flared with ghostly wind as she let out another layered scream—too many voices coming from one mouth, all overlapping like a broken chorus of grief, rage, and finality.

The sound hit them like a physical force.

Allen’s boots skidded across shattered tile.

A pulse detonated from her chest—one that felt less like sound and more like history folding in on itself.

Every wall cracked at once.

The floor beneath Allen’s feet turned to smoke.

And then—

Nothing.

Silence.

Darkness.

Not unconsciousness. Not a dream. Just gone.

The kind of dark that didn’t feel empty.

The kind that watched you.

Breathed beside you.

Waited.