Villain Ch 1693. The Holiest of Them All
A ripple of black cracked the sanctified ring like a wine stain spilled across white cloth. Light stuttered. The runes flickered, their glow pulsing as if choking. The bride—barely breathing now—tensed.
Then it came.
Laughter.
Low. Cruel. Laced with amusement. It echoed like something far away, yet close enough to feel on everyone's skin. It wasn't loud. But it didn't need to be.
It slithered under the ritual music. Mocking. Confident. Ancient.
"Ahhh," the voice drawled, silk over blades. "There it is. The stench of hypocrisy baked in gold. You pretend so hard to be holy… and yet your sins scream louder than any demon."
The groom snapped toward the darkness. His entire body locked up like a glitching machine. "You…"
The laughter sharpened. "Yes. Me."
The crack widened. From it stepped a figure—draped in a majestic robe dyed black by ash and blood.
And then… wings.
Not angelic.
