Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Chapter 1695: Hunger

Villain Ch 1695. Hunger

She turned.

“No—”

But her voice cracked.

He stepped forward.

Held his bleeding wrist out toward her mouth.

The scent overwhelmed everything. She couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t pray.

She whimpered.

Her hand reached up.

Shook.

Paused.

Then lunged.

Her lips sealed around his wrist.

And she drank.

The moment the blood touched her tongue, her body convulsed again. But not from pain.

From completion.

The power flowed through her like wildfire. Her skin lit with shadow veins, glowing faintly red. Her fangs lengthened, subtle but sharp. Her nails blackened. Her hair lifted like silk in water.

She moaned into his wrist.

The Emperor’s eyes narrowed with quiet satisfaction.

“There it is,” he whispered.

The cathedral pulsed again.

Like it approved.

She drank until her body stopped shaking. Until her fingers unclenched. Until the fear drained from her eyes—replaced by something else.

Power.

And hunger.

When she finally pulled away, she was gasping, her lips stained dark.

He looked down at her, tilting his head like an amused devil studying a new weapon.

“How do you feel?”

Her voice was barely above a whisper.

“…Alive.”

And finally…

She smiled.

The Devil Emperor’s grin widened in response.

“You’re completely mine now~” he whispered.

Before she could answer—or deny it, if she even wanted to—he grabbed her waist with one hand, lifted her from the altar with impossible ease, and spun a portal behind them. It twisted open with a noise like tearing silk, jagged edges pulsing with corrupted sigils.

Without hesitation, he stepped in.

The Saint-turned-vampire clung to him weakly, her legs still trembling with aftershock. She didn’t resist.

The portal snapped shut.

Gone.

And for a long moment… it was over.

Or so Allen thought.

The corrupted cathedral stood in eerie stillness, drained of all color and light, like it had finally exhaled after centuries of holding its breath.

Until—

-Thump!

A low, pulsing vibration rocked the ground. Then another.

-THUMP!

The stained glass behind the altar cracked.

Then—

“My bride…”

The voice wasn’t calm anymore.

It bled through the stone, jagged and ragged and full of twisted agony.

The shattered remnants of the groom’s consciousness clawed back from whatever hole he’d been shoved into. His voice echoed from the walls—no longer smooth or holy. It scraped like rusted blades and broken hymns.

“He… took my bride. He stole her! That devil—he DARES—”

The entire cathedral trembled.

“ARGGGGGHHHHH!”

White flames burst from the runes across the floor, then blackened instantly. A wave of raw, corrupted energy surged outward, causing the stone to groan. The air thickened, heavy with death and old promises gone wrong.

And then—

“KILL… KILL EVERYONE…”

Allen’s eyes snapped open.

Behind the barrier, the girls bristled.

Vivian lowered her whip slowly. “…That’s not good.”

“I thought it was over,” Shea whispered, feathers tensed.

“It was,” Allen muttered, voice low and sharp.

But the dungeon wasn’t done.

From the ceiling, jagged crosses of rusted iron began dropping down like guillotines. The air shifted again—wrong. Sour with oil and burning incense.

A tremor pulsed through the floor. Not physical—magical.

The chamber itself lit up.

Then screamed.

“YOU!”

The voice roared.

“YOU TOOK HER! YOU ALL WILL DIE!”

The stone walls peeled back like flesh, revealing twisting holy machinery underneath. Chains shot from the cracks. Glyphs ignited. Spikes erupted from the pillars.

Allen barely raised a barrier in time as a bladed chain screeched toward Zoe’s chest.

-CLANG!

It ricocheted off his spell with a howl.

Zoe blinked. “Wait… the room’s attacking us?!”

Bella ducked as a floor tile flipped open, revealing a spinning serrated saw. “What the actual f—”

“Wait,” Larissa said, sliding back-to-back with Allen, claws drawn. “So we have to kill the room?”

“How?” Shea demanded, wings flared, a feather-blade flying into a glyph—only for it to shatter harmlessly against the wall.

Jane’s dark eyes scanned the cathedral. “This dungeon is double-cursed.”

“You mean like double chocolate, but cursed?” Bella muttered.

“No. I mean it’s alive,” Jane hissed. “Sentient. The groom’s hatred fused with the structure. This place remembers. It feels.”

Allen gritted his teeth. “If it’s alive, it must have a core.”

“Where?” Zoe yelled, diving as two stone spears launched at her from the pews. “This place is HUGE!”

“Then we tear it apart until it shows itself,” Allen said coldly. “Stay sharp.”

The fight began.

Instantly.

A chorus of metal clanged and spells detonated.

Vivian’s whip lashed outward, striking a rune-covered wall that shrieked on contact. She flipped backward as the floor beneath her cracked into a pit of writhing holy wires, each one sparking and flailing like tentacles. “Nope. Not falling for that!”

Bella threw an Ice Storm, freezing the air into jagged crystal daggers that stalled a group of sentient stained glass shards floating in attack formation. “This room is freakin’ cheating!”

Larissa swept her hand through a pool of blood left from the earlier ritual. It surged upward into spiked tendrils, smashing through a false wall—revealing more cursed script inside. “Every wall’s a trap. Every surface could bleed!”

Jane summoned an entire squadron of skeletal soldiers. “Protect the backline!” she shouted. Her Necromantic Death Nova burst into the air, flinging bone-shrapnel in all directions, slowing down the whirring trap constructs that emerged from the stone altar like burrowed insects.

“Behind you!” Shea shouted. Her Tornado Dive slammed into a rotating blade trap that had risen from the pulpit, scattering rusted metal in a rain of sparks.

Zoe slammed her palms onto the ground. “Depths’ Grasp!”

Tentacles of water burst from the stone tiles, wrapping around animated chains trying to ensnare Alice. “Focus, witchy!”

Alice was already whispering her spells. Her Void Sphere pulsed through the cathedral like a black comet, pulling chunks of corrupted pews and broken knight armor into a gravity vortex that exploded in a blinding purple burst.

The traps didn’t relent.

The cathedral groaned again.

“You’re not worthy!”

“She was MINE!”

The groom’s fractured soul cried out from every corner. Glowing scripture spilled down the walls like bleeding ink, spelling curses in a divine dialect.

Allen’s eyes narrowed.

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