Villain Ch 1948. The Banquet of The Damned [Part 2]
A slow, humming tune spilled from nowhere and everywhere, wrapping around the hall like silk soaked in blood.
It wasn't instrumental.
The guests were singing.
Their mouths moved in perfect harmony. Smiling. Hollow-eyed. Their voices layered, rich and eerie—low and sweet like lullabies sung in a crypt.
It started soft. Almost pretty.
"The meat walks in, the flesh is red…"
"Let's sing a song for the living and dead…"
"Carve the skin and boil the soul…"
"One for the mouth and one for the bowl…"
Alex took a single step back, his voice cracked. "Why does this place give me Devil Emperor vibes?"
Red kept his sword lowered but tense, breathing shallow. "I agree. This gives me ghostbumps."
Allen said nothing. He glanced at them, deadpan.
He did not comment on the fact that, yes, the Devil Emperor was standing right next to them. Holding a butter knife.
