Villain Ch 1886. The Seventh Wedding
The explosion thumped through the air, fire licking the lace veil like paper.
Bella appeared behind another bride, casting an ice lance, eyes fox-bright and glowing. "Tag."
She stabbed forward—straight into the bride's spine—then twisted. The corpse let out a soundless gasp, spasming in place.
"Damn," Bella muttered. "Still not dead?"
The bride turned her head all the way around like an owl. Bella froze. "That's cheating."
Allen shouted, "Bella—duck!"
She dropped instantly. One of Zoe's tentacles whipped over her, slamming the bride through a wooden chair.
Bella stood, brushed ash off her shoulder. "Thanks, babe."
Zoe grinned. "Any time, fox."
Then the voice came again.
"Six… and the seventh…"
The tone shifted.
Lower.
Hungrier.
Like it was drooling.
"I need the seventh… to become Him… Seven wives."
Jane raised an eyebrow mid-fight. "I guess that means you, Allen."
Alice fired a beam of chaotic mana. "Yup. Definitely you."
