I'm the Villain, But the Heroines Keep Choosing Me-Chapter 83: Desperate Faith II

She charged while Damien created shadow constructs that harried the General from multiple angles. Elara’s golden spears rained down in coordinated barrage.

The General was forced fully defensive for the first time, its blade moving in complex patterns to block three simultaneous attack vectors.

Seria’s left sword found another gap in the armor – this time piercing deep into the General’s side. She twisted the blade, drew it out, drove her right sword toward its exposed neck.

The General caught her wrist mid-strike with its free hand and squeezed.

Seria felt bones grinding, then breaking. Her right hand went numb, sword clattering away.

[SERIA: SEVERE INJURY]

The General’s blade came up, aimed at her throat, and she knew she was about to die.

Golden light exploded between them.

Elara had abandoned ranged attacks and closed to point-blank range, both hands pressed against the General’s chest armor, divine magic pouring into the demon at maximum intensity.

The Saintess was screaming – from effort, from pain, from desperation. The magic was burning her hands even as it burned the demon, holy fire consuming both of them.

"DAMIEN, NOW!" she shrieked.

He didn’t hesitate. Didn’t question. Just executed.

Shadow blade formed in his hand – not the crude construct from before, but something refined, focused, deadly. All his power, all his corruption, channeled into single perfect strike.

The blade punched through the General’s back, through its chest where Elara’s holy fire was already burning from within, and erupted out the front in explosion of shadow and light.

[COMBINED ATTACK: SUCCESSFUL]

[DEMON GENERAL: CRITICALLY INJURED]

The General staggered, black ichor pouring from the massive wound. Elara stumbled back, her hands blackened and smoking.

Seria scrambled away on instinct, cradling her shattered wrist.

The General looked down at the hole through its chest, then up at Damien with something that might have been respect.

"Impressive," it rasped. "Perhaps you are worth the effort after all."

Then it smiled.

"But I wonder – was it worth the cost?"

It gestured with its blade, and demonic darkness erupted across the plaza. Not attacking – fleeing. Creating smokescreen while the General retreated through a tear in reality that opened behind it.

"Until we meet again, shadow-touched. When you’re ready to accept what you’re becoming."

The tear closed. The darkness dissipated.

The General was gone.

[DEMON GENERAL: TACTICAL RETREAT]

[VICTORY: PYRRHIC]

For a moment, the plaza was silent except for distant sounds of ongoing combat elsewhere in the district.

Then Damien collapsed.

Not injured. Not physically. But the corruption had spiked so high during the final strike that his body simply shut down, unable to process the conflicting energies anymore.

Seria scrambled to him despite her broken wrist, using her good hand to check his pulse. Still alive. Still breathing. But his eyes when they flickered open were completely empty – cold, calculating, recognizing her only as tactical asset rather than person.

"Mission status," he said flatly. "Report."

"Damien, it’s me. It’s Seria. You need to – "

"Report, Captain. Enemy casualties, civilian evacuation status."

Elara crawled over, her burned hands useless, tears streaming down her face. "Damien, please. Come back. We won. You can stop fighting now."

"No, the fighting continues. Secondary demon forces are still active in eastern district. Response teams require coordination. This...emotional appeals are inefficient use of our time."

He tried to stand, and both women held him down.

"No," Seria said firmly. "You’re done. The corruption is too high. You need to stabilize before you lose yourself completely."

"I can’t. Combat effectiveness – "

"Is zero because you’re about to kill an ally or yourself." She pressed her good hand against his chest, trying desperately to activate the anchor bond through sheer will. "Elara, help me. We need to bring him back. Now."

Elara pressed her ruined hands against him as well, golden light flickering weakly. "Damien. Listen to me. Remember what you’re fighting for - " Her voice broke. " – please. Remember why you need to be human."

For a moment, nothing. Just those cold, empty eyes staring at them without recognition.

Then – so slight it was almost imperceptible – a flicker. A crack in the ice. Something human trying to surface through the corruption.

"Seria?" His voice was uncertain, lost. "Elara? Shit. What happened?"

He knew what happened, he’d gone over the edge again.

"You saved us," Seria said, relief flooding through her. "You killed the General. Well, drove it away. But you pushed too hard. The corruption spiked."

Reality came back into his eyes – awareness, emotion, horror at what he had been thinking only moments ago. "That state...is terrifying to be in."

"I know." Elara’s voice was gentle despite her pain. "You’re back now. That’s what matters."

Around them, the plaza was a wreck. Buildings smashed, cobblestones shattered, scorch marks from holy fire and demonic darkness.

But the civilians were safe. The elite demons were dead. And the General had retreated, wounded.

They’d won.

At a cost that left all three of them injured, traumatized, and desperately aware of how close they’d come to complete disaster.

[BATTLE: CONCLUDED]

[INJURIES: SEVERE ACROSS ALL THREE]

[CORRUPTION: 13.8% - STABLE BUT CRITICAL]

Church soldiers arrived, led by a junior priest. "Saintess! Captain! Lord Valcrest! Are you – by the Goddess, you’re all injured – medics! We need medics here!"

Seria barely processed the medical team descending on them. She was too focused on Damien’s eyes, making sure the warmth stayed present, watching for any sign the corruption was returning.

Elara was doing the same from his other side, her burned hands hanging useless but her gaze locked on his face.

Both anchors, both watching, both terrified of losing him again.

"I’m okay," Damien said quietly. "Still here. Thanks to you two."

"Don’t thank us yet," Seria managed through the pain of her shattered wrist being set. "That General is still out there. And it knows more than it should."

"It also knows we can hurt it," Elara added, hissing as healing magic worked on her burned hands. "We made it bleed. Made it retreat. That’s significant."

"It’s also intelligent, tactical, and specifically interested in me." Damien’s voice was grim. "The way it offered recruitment. The way it knows about corruption, about the bonds. It’s not just a random demon – it’s been studying. Preparing specifically for this encounter."

"Which means there’s something bigger happening," Seria concluded. "The organized attacks, the intelligence gathering, now a General specifically targeting you. This isn’t random invasion. This is coordinated campaign with specific objectives."

They fell silent, each processing implications while medics worked.

They’d won the battle.

But the war was just beginning.

And their enemy knew far too much about them for comfort.