Villain Ch 1692. Wedding Hell [Part 2]
There, on a raised platform at the end of the hall, the mechanical groom stood.
He had her.
The bride—bound in a veil of radiant thread, glowing slightly, held fast between two knight-like constructs who bore spears tipped with golden blades. Her hands were chained before her, posture rigid. The veil hid her face, but the tremble in her breath echoed.
Allen's fingers curled.
The groom stepped closer. Calm. Almost tender. His hands were folded in front of him as if in prayer.
"You have nothing to fear," he said softly. "You were chosen."
The bride didn't speak at first.
He took another step. "Do you not see? I've waited. Prepared. Perfected myself for this union."
Her voice was quiet—but clear. "You cursed them."
The groom stilled.
"You took their names," she continued, "burned their minds into iron. You said it was salvation, but they only scream inside their helmets."
"They are quiet now," the groom said. "Peaceful. Purposeful."
