Hero Party's Villain: What's the Point If Heroines Are Not Broken?-Chapter 18: Arvia’s Mental Breakdown (2)

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"Uh... huh... S-SATTEUS!"

Her gaze locked in place as the scissors were yanked free, blood spraying in a hot arc across her line of sight, splattering jaggedly and clouding her vision.

The sheer force of it stunned her mind, freezing her mid-thought as it struggled to process the unfolding horror.

Behind her—unnoticed—Ally slowly rose, her neck tilting side to side with sharp cracks. A deep, crooked grin stretched across her face, unnerving in its stillness.

:: Master, let’s fight... kekeke... ::

Still cracking her neck, she pressed a hand to the side of it and stepped forward, her body abruptly splitting clean down the center. There was no sound, no resistance—just a sudden, jarring separation.

From the rift, a slick, tar-like black residue burst forth—thick like oil, glistening unnaturally as it splattered to the floor like living sludge.

It hit the ground and immediately began to move.

Ally’s body recovered again, yet that grin didn’t fade; it seemed amused by the unfolding chaos.

And what was that dark mass on the floor?

Its motion was sharp and violent—too fast for the eye to follow. It shot across the floor and coiled violently around the man holding the scissors, a viscous liquid spiraling around his feet.

The black energy shimmered and spread like a combination of smoke and tar, forming a distorted silhouette behind the man.

He stood motionless, eyes vacant—his mind already overtaken by the malevolent force twisting within his skull.

Oblivious, he felt his own body beginning to dissolve.

His arm lifted, jerking as he attempted to stab again.

But Satteus had already turned—grabbing Arvia and hurling her beneath him, taking her out of harm’s path.

That brief moment was enough; he sharply signaled, ’Do it now.’

The demon seed seized control of the middle-aged man completely.

:: Tch, if only this was a woman, I might have shown some fan service—krkkhhh ::

It happened faster than what had occurred to Ally.

The man’s body dissolved almost instantly—first his legs. The skin tore away in long strips, peeling back like wet cloth.

Muscle strands were devoured, ripped apart, and sucked into the black ooze.

Bone cracked, snapped, and crumbled under the crushing, corrosive pressure of the liquid entity.

His voice—what should have been a scream—never came, muffled and choked.

His skull, with skin gone and flesh stripped away, was left bare and bloodless. The blood drained directly into the black mass, absorbed before it could drip to the floor.

There were no vocal cords left to give sound to his mouth, and with the same swiftness as before, it was as if rather than actually eating the man alive, he passed through some kind of fog.

The man’s body reconstructed, jerking back, the black liquid fully absorbed within his chest, transforming him, taking on the shape of the man.

His head lifted, slowly straightening.

:: Such a way of being devoured; I request Master to punish Ally for her grotesque display. ::

The Demon Seed served as a source that created demons out of the living beings it consumed. After their deaths, it molded their souls into new forms connected to the Hive—a collective under Satteus.

Yet, each entity retained unique personalities based on the creatures that demon seed inhabited.

The Demon Seed also had the ability to corrupt and amplify the dominant personality traits of its victims, giving birth to unique personalities.

Now, after devouring the man, his voice mirrored his own but was tainted with a twisted elegance, the kindness he once possessed transformed into something more sinister.

"Be fast." Satteus, clearly counting the moments since he’d summoned Hela, knew all too well her particular habits; she would likely be at her hotel, her headquarters, the web of her designs. He kept glancing at the time, knowing he had to hurry.

:: Then, pardon my actions, Master. ::

The middle-aged man spoke before dropping the scissors to the floor, tilting his body to set the angle for a powerful thrust toward his master.

"I—I" Arvia lay there beneath him, desperately trying to string her thoughts into coherent words.

"You must use all your strength..." Satteus urged, looking at Arvia, who struggled to find her voice amid the shock. He needed to push her before she slipped into unconsciousness. It was a natural response in moments of intense agony; the human mind would work to shield itself from pain.

:: I humbly apologize for such atrocity, Master. ::

With a forced flex of muscles, the middle-aged man sprang forward, thrusting his body into Satteus with a power that defied the limitations of sheer muscle, heightening his adrenaline in a focused burst. He collided with Satteus.

Bam!

In an instant, the force hurled Satteus backward, crashing against the wall before falling to the floor.

"Arghh..." he groaned, clutching his chest to feign intense pain.

"Ah... Satteus!" Arvia’s eyes widened as she watched his body careen sideways, striking the wall before crumpling to the ground. His groan felt like a dagger to her heart.

"I will erase you!" her father cried out once more. But this time, there was a tremor in his voice, a hint of hesitation that flickered beneath his anger—as if he was struggling to yell harshly at his master due to morals he had inherited from the dominant traits of this body.

Indeed, due to being kind, honest, and possessing a moral personality trait from the human part of the demon seed’s new form, he, unlike past demonized versions, now has a brain that makes him hesitant to curse his own Master—just like personality and behavior imprints.

"D-Dad, stop!"

But her plea fell on deaf ears.

The corrupted man lunged again, pulling his shoulder back with an elegant ferocity, the scissors still lying useless behind him.

Arvia didn’t draw a breath—she acted.

Her legs kicked back, lifting her from the floor in a sideways spin off her knees.

She acted without thought.

She ran.

With her heart racing and every painful memory of Satteus flashing before her eyes, her pink hair flowed behind her like a whip of silk, swaying in the air as she screamed—

"NO!!"

Her voice cracked, and she leapt from the ground.

Her body moved faster than her thoughts; a full sprint, arms extended before her, feet leaving the floor, legs folding in mid-air as she launched herself straight between them.

"S-STOP!! DAD!!"

Her desperate shout echoed through the tension-filled space.

She landed with a hard thud, one foot dragging as her hand reached out, attempting to halt his forward momentum.

But he didn’t stop.

His gaze didn’t waver.

The corrupted man’s body continued its relentless advance.

The sharp edge of his hand—now devoid of hatred but filled with a strange, twisted elegance—moved directly toward her.

And in a heartbeat, the tip of it...

...stopped.

Just an inch from her pupil.

A single inch.

That was all that remained between her and blindness, between her and death.

Her body froze mid-motion.

Her pink pupils constricted as she stared at the edge of his hand, poised to rip through her face...

’N...no... dad...’

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