Hero Party's Villain: What's the Point If Heroines Are Not Broken?-Chapter 19 - Satteus’ Silence

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She tried to move, but found herself stuck.

Not through logic, not by thought; her body just... stiffened.

Everything slowed. Not in the dreamy way stories describe, but like when your heart skips and your body is too frozen to react. Just locked in place, breath caught somewhere between panic and surrender.

Satteus moved.

"Arvia!" he roared, his voice sharp—raw—like a thundercrack slicing through a thick fog.

That sound—his voice—snapped something in her. She hadn’t realized she’d stopped breathing until she gasped again.

Then, his hand hit her shoulder.

Not violently. But heavy. Solid. Alive. It grounded her in one second of brutal, saving clarity.

He didn’t hesitate.

He yanked her back.

And the world cracked apart.

Everything happened at once.

She saw the glint—a flash of steel flying through the air. The scissors, spiraling with terrifying purpose, headed straight for her face. Too close. The kind of close that makes your pupils shrink.

But Satteus moved like he’d seen it before it happened. He turned mid-pull, arms folding around her as his body twisted—putting himself between her and the weapon without a thought.

He shielded her.

Held her tight.

Her face slammed into his chest, breath knocked out of her. Her knees had gone weak.

Then—

Thhk!

A sound that didn’t belong to any normal sounds he might have heard. It was very familiar, as it was the same as before when the scissors entered his palm. But this time it was plunged into something denser, flesh that might be denser than his palm.

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But his did.

She felt it through his arms—the jolt. The tightening. The way his muscles convulsed from pain as the blade buried itself deep into his back. She felt it more than saw it.

She blinked, her eyes slow to process.

Then she saw.

The scissors—buried almost entirely in his back. The blood seeping around the handle. So much blood. And yet, his arms never let go. They only pulled her tighter.

Her mouth opened, but no sound came.

Then—

"...No..." she whispered, as if her voice could undo what just happened. Her fingers clawed at his shirt, helpless and trembling. "No, please..."

He didn’t reply right away.

Just staggered, swaying slightly, breath shallow and ragged in her ear.

Then, barely audible, he spoke.

"It’s fine if you hate me... but I can’t let anything happen to you."

That broke her.

And he just saw her pink pupils contracting and revealing the side of her that he wanted... but the cost was her burnout.

Her legs gave out, but he still held her.

And her mind—already bruised from hours of chaos—finally snapped.

No more thoughts.

No more processing.

Just blank.

Her mind finally reached the threshold and snapped off the plug of sanity, which cut off all her past life traumas, sealed away memories to preserve her life—something rare, but her luck demanded her life to be preserved, and her mind just did that.

Yet, while removing all the memories, burying those neurons containing them, she fell unconscious.

’Jump off the building’, Satteus, hugging Arvia, just ordered. His eyes noticed how a car through the window at the ground floor entered the main gate, uncaring of the crowd, and had accelerated, clearly knowing the owner of it.

:: As you order, master ::

Satteus stood while his eyes reflected Arvia’s father running past in the background before he clearly took a leap out of the hospital room, hands stretched, eyes looking for the last time towards them, and with a calm nod, he fell down.

While standing there, Arvia’s body slumped.

She didn’t fall—he was still holding her—but her consciousness slipped like water through fingers.

Her face pressed into his chest.

And then...

Silence.

Everything went quiet inside her head.

What followed was the faraway sound of something heavy hitting metal.

As if a heavy body just crashed on the metal surface with a glass-shattering sound echoing in her ears which, in the absence of mind’s control, didn’t register and silenced.

"...." Satteus stood at the shattered window’s edge, holding Arvia limp in his arms. Her breathing was shallow, unconscious.

His purple hair caught the wind, fluttering like a flag on the last page of a dying Chapter—a Chapter where Arvia finally lost her last bit of sanity and entered the second phase of personality breakdown.

Yet ignoring her, he kept looking down.

At the car below.

At the crumpled, bloody corpse sprawled across its dented roof.

And beside it—

A woman with crimson hair, unmoving, her gaze locked directly onto his, sharp eyes and furrowed brow as if recognizing him in some way.

He stared back.

One hand gently cradled the back of Arvia’s head, fingers moving softly through her pink hair, as if trying to comfort the broken child clinging to life in his arms.

And before his hand stretched towards the curtain to close it, looking down, he opened the next Chapter of his story.

"On time... Hela."

With those words, Satteus shut the curtain and slowly his hand moved downward through the spine of Arvia as he lifted her in a princess carry. While much calmer for the bleeding happening on his body with the pain, he moved.

"Master! Please take a seat, I will treat it." Ally swiftly lunged, moving for the medicines, painkillers, and all the necessary first aid things to help out him given memories of the original body already now part of this new existence, which even though had a soul born out of demon seed, had the body of the previous owner just copied to its peak shape, controlled to a certain degree.

"Ignore the calls from Hela, scatter the demon seed among her men." Satteus ordered, as if already aware that Hela’s next step would naturally be to contact them, while clearly using this opportunity to get closer to him, as she might have just piqued her interest.

Unlike in the academy where most of the time she chose easy ones and ignored him, who remained aloof and away even within the class, now he had just attracted her gaze.

So, it’s better to make an entrance at the right time rather than earlier if he wanted the drama to be on point.

He just laid Arvia on the bed before settling there, getting first aid from Ally with his hands folded, his purple pupils just observing the calendar and time, as he needed to take a rest for two days.

"As you order, Master."

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