Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1442

Chapter 1442: The Birth of the First Witch
Villain Ch 1442. The Birth of the First Witch

The room was silent.

The witch stood at the precipice of something greater than revenge, greater than grief.

A choice.

And in the Devil Emperor’s smile, she saw something she had not seen in a very long time.

Freedom.

The witch stared at him.

His words were poison, dripping with temptation, with something dangerous and intoxicating.

But…

He was right.

They would never stop hunting her.

The world she had tried to save had turned its back on her. The ones she had trusted had betrayed her. The magic she had once cherished had been used to break her apart.

And now, the Devil Emperor stood before her, offering her something no one else ever had.

Not sympathy.

Not kindness.

Not redemption.

But power.

And a chance to burn it all down.

Her fingers relaxed, the tension in her body unwinding just slightly.

She exhaled slowly, violet eyes glowing in the darkness.

“…Fine.”

The Devil Emperor’s grin widened, slow and sharp. “Good.”

He turned, stepping away, stretching his arms as if he had just won a game he had been playing for centuries. His crimson gaze swept across the ruined facility, filled with mocking amusement.

“Then,” he murmured, “how about we start by cursing this damned place?”

The witch’s fingers twitched at her sides, her magic coiling like a serpent around her wrists.

The emperor’s smirk turned cruel.

“Let’s remind them,” he said, voice low, filled with something dark and primal, “why they should never play around with the dark.”

He lifted his hand.

And the world trembled.

The darkness came instantly.

Not just the room. Not just the gate.

The entire facility.

Shadows spilled forth, tendrils of abyssal energy spreading like a plague, creeping through the cracks, slithering along the ruined walls, devouring the last remnants of artificial light.

The curse spread like wildfire.

It poured into the lower floors, slithering down metal staircases, consuming the hallways where the remaining soldiers—the ones still healthy, still waiting—prepared themselves in the barracks.

The screams began.

Agonized.

Horrified.

Desperate.

The healthy soldiers on the second and first floor had no time to react.

The black mist seeped into their skin, burning into them like a brand, warping them into something else.

Their armor twisted, their bodies cracked, their once-proud uniforms now corrupted beyond recognition.

They had become part of the facility’s sin.

And their suffering would be eternal.

The curse did not stop there.

It rushed further, consuming the first floor, infecting the walls, the very structure of the facility. The air grew thick with death, the scent of burning flesh, of magic gone wrong.

The screams echoed endlessly, twisting into the very foundation of this place, ensuring that even in death, their voices would never be silenced.

And in the center of it all— The Devil Emperor laughed.

Low. Sinister.

The kind of laughter that belonged to something inhuman.

He turned back to the witch, grinning, his eyes blazing with pure, unfiltered chaos.

Then, without hesitation, he reached forward, wrapping his arm around her waist, pulling her against him.

His voice dropped, a whisper against her ear.

“This,” he murmured, “is the perfect melody for your rebirth.”

The witch’s breath hitched.

She could feel it.

The power surging through her veins, the darkness that had once felt so foreign, so unnatural, now embracing her like an old friend.

She had been broken, but she was no longer shattered.

She was something new.

And as she stood in the arms of the Devil Emperor, watching the world that had betrayed her burn from the inside out, she realized something.

She did not regret it.

The darkness vanished.

Like a breath exhaled, the overwhelming sensation of the curse, the screams, the suffocating power—all of it faded.

The world snapped back into place.

Allen and the others stood once again in the ruined facility, the broken machines, the collapsed Abyss Gate, the remnants of twisted, failed experiments exactly as they had been before the illusion took hold.

The only evidence that anything had happened at all was the lingering chill in the air, the faint whispers that had long since died but still echoed in their minds.

Zoe let out a long, slow breath. “Well, that was a lot.”

Bella shuddered, rubbing her arms. “That wasn’t just an illusion. That was… history.”

Alice, still staring at the ruined chair, finally exhaled, her voice dry. “So that’s how it happened.”

She spoke the words like a fact, but there was something underneath—something none of them were used to hearing from her.

Not anger.

Not frustration.

Not even sarcasm.

Just… acceptance.

Zoe, standing beside her, sighed. “Honestly? I was expecting something worse. Like, you getting thrown into the abyss and fighting eldritch horrors for a thousand years.”

Alice rolled her eyes. “Sorry to disappoint.”

Jane adjusted her gloves. “Well, at least we know why this place is cursed. You went full vengeance mode, burned everything down, and then disappeared into the night.”

Bella smirked. “Yeah, but she did it while making it look stylish.”

Alice let out a huff, shaking her head. “You guys make it sound like I enjoyed it.”

Vivian chuckled. “Didn’t you?”

Alice hesitated.

And Allen caught it.

His smirk widened, but before he could say anything— The Abyss Gate flickered.

A pulse of energy rippled outward, sending a shiver through the air. The ruined metal shuddered, the fractured runes along its surface flaring back to life, flickering with unstable power.

The temperature dropped. The shadows along the walls deepened, stretching unnaturally, creeping along the broken floor like they had a mind of their own.

And Allen knew.

This wasn’t over.

His crimson gaze locked onto the gate. “Not finished yet.”

Larissa tensed. “What do you mean?”

-BOOM!

A violent force erupted from the gate, a pulse of pure abyssal energy shooting toward them like a storm unleashed from hell itself.

“MOVE!” Allen barked.

The team scattered, diving out of the way as the dark energy slammed into the ground where they had been standing seconds ago, warping the very floor, leaving behind a gaping scar of twisted magic.

The air crackled. The darkness twisted, coiling together, forming a shape, something shifting, something rising. Then, it took form.

A figure floated before them, her body barely solid, her entire form cloaked in a swirling black mist, her long hair flowing like ink through water.