THE VILLAIN'S POV Chapter 765: A - Written in Death (3)

Return to the Demons' Territory

Deep within a shadowy chamber..

Echoes of tormented shrieks resounded, mingled with brutal wails of suffering.

In that dim-lit room, just three silhouettes lingered.

Amon and Vayne positioned themselves together, gazing at the third..

the origin of those dreadful yells.

The Fourth High Demon.. Wesker.

He'd been extracted from the depths of Vayne's shadow,

and now his dire state stood fully exposed.

Wesker's form lay in a nightmarish condition...

vast sections of it ravaged beyond repair,

and still, icy frost gnawed at him from the inside,

inflicting unbearable torment.

His cries refused to fade.

The scene evoked deep sorrow..

a depth of anguish Wesker had never known throughout his long life.

Witnessing her sibling in such torment..

Vayne's features contorted,

displaying a pained, sorrowful look.

"Is there... no way to save him?"

She posed the query to Amon, who gradually shook his head.

"We can't do anything to help him. The frost from Saint Gehrman has invaded every part of his body. We might slow it down—but rescue is out of reach."

Once the icy assault from a fighter like Gehrman reaches the body's essence, escape from death proves impossible..

unless one boasts exceptional resilience, like the Ghoul King Radagon or the Demon King Agaroth.

Yet Wesker lacked any such quality.

Observing his wretched form..

the manner in which he twisted in torment..

Amon averted his gaze, ready to depart, and delivered his order with icy detachment.

"Finish him off yourself. It's kinder than leaving him in this wretched state."

Instead of prolonging his agony toward an inevitable end, Amon demanded Wesker's swift execution.

Vayne nearly protested at first—but she quickly held her tongue, understanding that opposition served no purpose.

Wesker faced death no matter what...

so perishing by her strike seemed preferable to fading away in disgrace.

"The King held Wesker in high regard... he bestowed much favor upon him," Amon stated tonelessly.

"It's a shame he'll perish in this way..."

"What a... letdown."

Those marked Amon's parting remarks as he exited the chamber, openly showing his disdain for Wesker..

who had endured his initial crushing failure.

And thus...

Just Vayne and Wesker were left behind.

The Third High-Rank Demoness directed a final look at her kin, sorrow plainly etched on her visage.

Gradually, she reached out her palm..

tendrils of shadow energy wrapping around her limb as she readied the lethal strike to extinguish the Fourth High Demon for good.

In that instant..

Wesker abruptly halted his screams.

His countenance warped with conflicting feelings—

agony... astonishment... and dread.

Then, gradually... realization dawned on him.

"Haha... me... me... of all beings... I'm going to perish like this?"

Wesker chuckled faintly while dragging himself toward Vayne.

"Haha... I fail like this?"

He inched closer until he arrived at her side and seized her leg with a firm hold.

"I... I'm dying? No... no! This can't be!"

Wesker roared in rage, as Vayne's face grew more somber.

"That's enough, Wesker," she uttered with chill indifference.

"Just bring it to an end... cease revealing this shameful aspect of yourself."

Upon hearing her words, Wesker gripped her even more fiercely.

"You don't get it... I—I—I cannot perish..."

He coughed up iced blood from his lips, splattering it over the ground.

"I won't die... I haven't reached my ambition yet... I haven't reached it!!"

He bellowed while increasing amounts of blood gushed from his frame..

from his mouth..

dark blood stained with ice.

Chilled... tainted blood.

Wesker drew his last ragged breaths, his complexion fading paler by the moment.

In those fading gazes..

numerous recollections surfaced... visions he'd long suppressed inside.

"I... I still haven't seized that... strength..."

He expelled more blood, clenching tighter onto Vayne.

"The strength... that would allow me to defy the King..."

At that revelation, Vayne gently shook her head.

"You're muttering delusions in your dying instants," she replied with compassion.

"Cease it, brother... this ill befits you."

Wesker reacted instantly by embracing her, encircling her with his limbs.

"Yes! Yes! I'm your brother!"

A gory grin stretched over his features as his physique started to crack.

"I'm your brother... right?"

"Your sole brother... you won't abandon your brother to death... you won't..."

"You'll go to any lengths to rescue me—won't you?!"

Wesker howled as Vayne's demeanor shadowed even more, baffled by her expiring sibling.

His eyes ignited with a malevolent crimson gleam.

"What is a brother... without his sister? What purpose does family hold if you forsake your own kin?"

"My existence once was yours... and now—"

"Your existence... must be mine!"

Wesker let out one last piercing cry..

Then all faded to blackness.

Life departed his form.

Wesker slumped lifeless.

His corpse burst apart into countless shards in a startling display.

Inside the gloomy chamber..

Vayne remained solitary, fixating on the emptiness once the ordeal concluded.

A hush descended..

profound, barren, unfathomable gloom.

A gloom beyond anyone's grasp...

Save for a single entity.

Distant...

In Helmond..

The Demon King lounged on his seat of power, tedium marking his expression.

But abruptly..

Agaroth's visage shifted, unveiling an emotion he seldom revealed.

Astonishment.

His blood-red eyes blazed momentarily as his mouth formed words.

"Wesker... you... went this far?"

Agaroth intoned gravely, then paused briefly..

Before erupting into unrestrained guffaws.

The Demon King chuckled.

And chuckled.

And chuckled.

He guffawed at length and heartily, evidently entertained..

Having observed something... captivating.

Meanwhile..

Vayne stepped out from the shadowy chamber and returned to Amon.

He faced her and inquired,

"Is it done?"

To that, Vayne inclined her head with a sour look.

"He's gone. The Fourth High Demon—Wesker—has taken his last gasp and departed this realm."

Vayne declared.

Amon acknowledged with a nod, releasing a measured breath.

"Understood... such a waste."

He moved past Vayne, momentarily resting a hand on her shoulder before withdrawing it and proceeding onward..

providing a subtle sign of sympathy.

The Third High-Rank Demoness observed him briefly... then directed her sight ahead once more.

"Yes... it's indeed a waste."

Gradually, Vayne started to move off, pressing her palm over her lips.

One step after another... until sufficient distance separated them.

"...Ah... I can't conceal it any longer."

She carefully lifted her hand..

Exposing her countenance.

A fiendish visage..

cracked by a broad smirk extending cheek to cheek.

A delirious... vile... horrifying grin.

A scarlet radiance burst from her eyes.

Then..

Deliberately..

Vayne's brow parted, unveiling a frightful third eye rising from the ether.

For a few moments, the emptiness quaked as Vayne's frame quivered and she cackled..

A deranged, chilling cackle.

She cackled.

And cackled.

And cackled.

Then—gradually—

She composed herself.

The third eye dissolved as though it had never appeared.

And so..

Vayne departed the site,

allowing the whole world to buzz with tidings of Wesker's demise.