Transmigrated as the Villainess Princess - Chapter 141

Chapter 141: Hanging
Ahcehera and Richard stood in the white marble corridor of the mansion, the soft glow of Cresencia’s stars filtering through the crystalline windows.

The air was cool, still carrying the remnants of magic that hummed through this hidden realm.

It was then that they remembered Richmond was still resting inside, his body struggling between life and death.

Richard’s expression turned grim as he glanced at Ahcehera. “We should check on him,” he said, his voice lined with worry. “He hasn’t woken up since I brought him here.”

Ahcehera nodded, her golden eyes shimmering with an otherworldly glow.

“His soul has been tainted by necromancy. If we don’t act soon, the corruption might spread beyond saving him.”

They walked together through the halls of the grand mansion, reaching the chamber where Richmond lay.

The room was dim, the soft light of Cresencia casting a pale glow over Richmond’s still form.

His chest barely moved, and his once-strong body looked frail, wrapped in the lingering darkness that coiled around him like invisible chains.

His veins pulsed with a faint black hue, and every breath he took seemed strained, as if the energy keeping him alive was slowly dissipating.

Ahcehera placed a hand over his forehead, and at that moment, her power awakened.

Her vision blurred into a golden light, and when she opened her mind’s eye, she saw it, the curse of necromancy had spread through Richmond’s entire being.

The power of death had seeped into his bones, consuming him from within, feeding off his essence like a parasite.

She gasped as she withdrew her hand. “He’s beyond normal healing,” she murmured. “The only way to save him is by purging the darkness from within him.”

Richard clenched his fists. “How do we do that?”

Ahcehera turned to face him, her expression grave.

“He must destroy everything infused with dark matter, dark power, negative energy, and anything that thrives in darkness. Only through destruction can he cleanse himself of the corruption.”

Richard’s jaw tightened. “That would mean waging war against every force of darkness that exists. It’s a death sentence.”

Ahcehera’s golden eyes softened, yet they remained resolute.

“It’s the only way. Richmond’s body has already become a vessel for necromancy. If he does not fight it, he will lose himself entirely and become one of them.”

A tense silence settled between them as they both looked at Richmond’s sleeping face. He appeared peaceful now, but Ahcehera knew the truth.

The moment he woke up, the battle for his soul would begin.

Richard exhaled sharply. “If this is his only path, then I will stand by his side. We owe him that much.”

Ahcehera nodded. “We do. But this is a battle only he can fight. We can guide him, but in the end, it must be his will that prevails.”

Just then, a deep, ragged breath tore through the room. Richmond’s body twitched violently, his fingers clawing at the sheets as his eyelids fluttered open.

His irises, once a sharp violet, had turned an eerie shade of blue laced with streaks of black. The darkness inside him had awakened.

Richard immediately moved to hold him down, but Richmond let out a guttural sound, his body convulsing as the necromantic energy lashed out like black smoke.

Ahcehera stepped forward, her aura flaring in response.

“Richmond!” Richard called, gripping his brother’s shoulders. “You need to control it!”

But Richmond’s breathing was erratic, his entire body trembling as if a war was being waged inside him.

He gasped for air, his chest rising and falling sharply. “What… is happening to me?” he rasped, his voice rough and distorted.

Ahcehera pressed her fingers against his forehead, sending a wave of calming energy into him.

“You are fighting against necromancy’s hold,” she said firmly. “You need to resist it. Do not let it consume you.”

Richmond gritted his teeth as pain lanced through him. His memories flashed before his eyes, the torture, the suffering, the moment he was left to die in the mass graveyard.

He had lost everything. His pride, his strength, his very humanity. And now, he had become something unrecognizable.

His fingers curled into the sheets, his breathing ragged. “How… do I fight something that is already inside me?”

Ahcehera’s gaze was unwavering. “By purging it through battle. You must become the weapon that destroys darkness itself.”

Richmond let out a bitter laugh, though it was hoarse with pain. “So, I have to become a killer?”

“Not a killer,” Richard corrected, his voice heavy. “A purifier.”

The word hung in the air, carrying a weight that none of them could ignore.

Richmond closed his eyes, his fists trembling. He felt it, the darkness curling around his soul, whispering to him, tempting him with its power.

But beneath it, he could still feel a flicker of something else. Something that had not yet been lost.

He inhaled deeply and slowly sat up, ignoring the burning pain in his limbs. “Then tell me… where do I start?”

Ahcehera took a step back, her gaze steady. “First, you must learn to control the darkness before it controls you. Your journey begins now.”

The weight of her words settled into Richmond’s bones. He knew there was no turning back.

He had been given a second chance, but it came with a cost, a battle that would push him beyond his limits.

As the night deepened, the three of them sat in silence, the gravity of their mission settling in. Richmond’s fate was uncertain, but for the first time in a long while, he had a purpose.

Ahcehera and Richard would stand by his side, but in the end, this war was his to fight. Richmond clenched his fists, feeling the weight of his fate pressing down on him.

The darkness inside him pulsed like a living entity, waiting for him to surrender. But he wouldn’t. Not now. Not ever.

Ahcehera placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “You are not alone in this.”

Richard nodded. “We’ll fight together, but you have to take the first step.”

Richmond exhaled slowly, grounding himself. He had spent too long trapped in the abyss. If destroying darkness was his only salvation, then so be it.

“I will fight,” he murmured, his voice resolute. “No matter what it takes.”