Lady Devil - Chapter 195

195.

Johannes was captivated to the very last hair by the curse casually dropped by Inette with her ghostly complexion. He lost his words. Somehow, it felt as if something like a half-boiled pottery filled his entire intestines. Unconsciously, he tried to say something. No, he tried to wish for something. But the form of language wouldn’t take shape correctly. What was he trying to say? What do I want? He just felt dizzy at the back of his head.

“…Just die.”

In the end, he only repeats her words with a blank stare like an idiot.

Then for just a moment.

It was when he was entranced by the lips moving before his eyes, without any sense of crisis or awareness of being discovered in his true form. He thought that the thing constricting his throat like some diagonal line didn’t seem to resemble those eyes from the past. The long pupils that had been fixed on his sister’s mouth rose towards her eyes outside his field of vision. Ah, so these are your eyes in this era. They fell back down into the deep again. Only then did he gradually begin to realize what he had wanted. The sight before his eyes was such a slow shock.

Would it look like this if you held a white bird in your hand and broke its neck?

Inette, half-prostrate in the air below Johannes’ chin, was in a bizarre and eerie posture as if reflected in a cracked mirror. Her arms spread wide along her wrists held by demonic hands remind one of crumpled wings.

With such a frail posture, murderous intent bursts forth, and her white face, sorrowful fingertips, and thin nightgown are all painted with blood flowing profusely from her dead husband’s heart, as she turns to look at Johannes with an unknown, monstrous strength.

The force that had twisted her thin shoulders to her long neck so firmly was comparable to the stiffness of a distorted corpse sprawled out. Because the shape slightly exceeded even the limits of the human body, it would have been a sight that was somewhat nauseating if someone else had seen it.

Perhaps, a form more demonic than even a demon.

He finally had to swallow dry saliva. A familiar nausea swirled in his stomach and a painful shudder started from the tip of his chain-like tail and rose along his protruding spine. Johannes could only acutely feel it with his entire body. That there was a terrifying magical power even in an appearance that had completely collapsed due to external pressure.

Yes. He never dreamed there could be such a sight in this world. To confess, it was terrifyingly beautiful.

For him, who could not be anyone’s origin or his own end because he simply did not exist, it was a sublime beauty he dared not approach. A strange figure that, because it had scattered, had finally escaped the orderly laws of the human world and returned to magnificent nature. Johannes alone would be unable to take his eyes off of it. The creature of his violence was so nauseating and ecstatic.

He shuddered. It could be even more than this. On this hideous night, he could give birth to the god he would serve. A god born from the miserable remains the moment he shattered and broke it with his own hands. I will give birth. Inette, please remember. I, who have received nothing intact from you but these ferocious nails, will use this one weapon I possess to give birth to you again in such beauty. You who are so terribly weak that you happened to give birth to me.

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