My Wife Is the Devil

Inside the dark cave.

A woman with brown hair slowly stood up from the coffin that was emitting a bluish light.

Awkward hazy eyes.

The ‘The King’s Nightmare’, who was looking around the cave where water drops were dripping with blue eyes that had lost the pure and pure energy of his life, smiled a little.

“Finally, the long-awaited future has arrived.”

The nightmare of breaking out of the void and becoming one with Cecil Lionelta felt very good.

A funny example that I saw a long time ago when I first opened my eyes.

Living as the wife of the strongest man who surpasses even the master of power, Tafnell, would be really pleasant.

Not the fragile body he was about to die, but the demon, who had been moving the body that had gained weight in a way that was graceful when he seduced my husband, got up and carefully reviewed the plan he had been thinking about for a long time.

The memories that Cecil’s body taught me.

Heretic Inquisitor Julius Tafnel was truly a man of supremacy.

“With this body and the spirit of Cecil, it would be really easy to win a bet, then it would be better to set a big goal for a fun game.”

The scene where the faithful servant of the god whispers his love to the devil is probably the best ridicule that can be given to the god who is helping in heaven.

The apex of Ma, imagining a representative of Tafnel who fell in love with herself and ‘has been flirting’, lightly flicked her finger.

– just

Beyond the cracks in the air, there is a small mansion with nothing to see.

There must be a poor man out there who is struggling with grief after losing his wife.

“I will grant you your wish, poor Rom’s child.”

You are my only husband.

With an evil and ominous atmosphere, the devil took a step forward with his little mouth groaning.

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Quite chilly weather.

The ‘evil’ demon with a perfect plan made his way down the path with a dance-like gait to drop the servant of the gods into the abyss.

***

“Hey, this isn’t it. According to the original plan, Julius should fall for me and lose his mind…”

with the devil’s memory. No, the demon with Cecil’s memory mumbled as he covered his red face with his hand.

As Cecil, she would have played with Julius in the palm of her hand, but unfortunately she is now a ‘king’s nightmare’, and the memory of that day that came to mind when she saw the bed was terrified and ran away.

– Come back quickly. Cecil Lionelta can make a second one.

“… I keep hearing strange noises in my head, it’s crazy.”

In an instant, an intense blue energy emanated from the turbid black eyes,

The demon who forcibly suppressed himself as he was about to return to Cecil moved forward.

“My ultimate goal is to be loved by him, both as Cecil and as a demon. We have to stay like this for the time being.”

-second.

“Oh really! It’s noisy. What an obscene desire.”

A strange sight enters before my eyes, a nightmare that seems to make me lose my mind at the constant sound of my own voice in my head.

A large white horse flirting in front of pretty women… A white horse?

Suddenly, the broken horns were all grown, so the nightmare of seeing Francis dancing with his head raised and standing on his two feet dignifiedly opened his mouth.

“… Are all the new beasts that way these days?”

– Second, second.

Apparently, the inner washroom also agreed.

The unicorn and the devil’s eyes, who were dancing diligently in front of the village maidens, suddenly met.

“… … .”

– Fu, hey.

Francis is trying to raise the majesty of the heavens by lowering the front feet that he had raised slowly and keeping his head stiff.

A word came out of the devil’s mouth, who was looking at such a perverted divine beast.

“…the world is the last days.”

Let’s pretend we haven’t seen it

The nightmare turned to the side, pretending not to know, and started walking down the road again.

The unicorn, who glanced at the unicorn, gathered the village maidens and danced again, and the next day in Aran, rumors that the legendary Shinsoo danced on the street were not believed by even a small child.

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“Where else has Francis gone?”

Emily, a priestess with attractive purple eyes, with her shiny silver hair tied back roughly, looked around and looked for the divine beast I was raising.

If he sells a single glance, he’s a jerk to the village maidens, so he doesn’t take them with him, but in the current situation when Julius’s wife has a problem, he should be a strong ally.

“Anyway, this guy is useless when it’s important.”

Emily, who had given up grunting and looking for the missing Francis, looked at the alleyway in front of me.

The empty Aran branch. Inquiring the whereabouts of the disappeared priests, we arrived at this shabby, shabby alleyway.

“Isn’t Aran a safe city without heretics and thugs? The quality doesn’t look good just by looking at it.”

Why did the priests come to this place?

I recall the time when I grabbed and asked passersby.

– Priests? Oh, come to think of it, these days, you often go to the back alleys of the market.

-I went to see him at night because he was sick, but no one was there. Later in the morning, I found out that there was a meeting at night.

– I don’t know where you’re going… Ah! Come to think of it, it’s strange that they don’t make holy water these days.

Emily frowned as she touched her wallet, which had become lighter from giving a few pennies to the merchants who did not open her mouth.

I don’t feel good.

Taking a deep breath, the priestess began to walk carefully, step by step, into the dark alley.

The inside of the alley was quite neat, with gray-painted bricks piled up, but something black and sticky was constantly flowing through the gaps.

Emily taps and touches the sap that flows from the walls and floor without fear.

When I bring it close to my nose and smell it, I can smell a faint fishy smell.

“Um, what is this?”

Is it something I don’t know about?

While muttering nonsensical words to himself, he advances deeper and deeper into a dead end in a dark alley where even the lights of the street do not come on.

The priestess frowned as she looked at the pure white ‘something’ hanging under my feet.

“…well, this is the first time this has happened.”

I slowly lowered my back and lifted up the white priest’s uniform, and I saw something like a tree branch.

No, it was a human body.

Aran’s back alley.

Countless dead bodies lying on the dead end.

Seeing the priests transformed like dried old trees as if their blood had been taken away, Emily was savored.

“I was just following you on a tour, but did you get caught up in something strange?”

Now that I’m old, this is a specification.

Emily looked at each of the priest’s uniforms and looked at the pulse just in case.

A small voice is heard in her ear.

“…sa…save…”

“Anyone alive?”

Emily, who was surprised by the sudden voice while looking at the corpse and almost fell backwards, hurriedly ran in the direction the sound was heard.

A priest leaning softly against the dead end wall of the alley.

Judging from her small and slender body, she looked like a priestess.

“Can you hear me? it’s okay. My name is Emily Ridina. I will treat you now.”

As she frantically pretended to be insane, her eyes stared intently at the fallen priestess.

Alleyways, exterminated priests, dead ends, the only survivors.

While raising the divine power for healing, something flows into the sense of smell, which has also become stronger.

Feeling the faint scent of blood on the lips of the priest in front of her, she clenched her fists, but

too late.

“You’re smarter than I thought, are you a real priest?”

A sword shining in silver suddenly came out of the arms of the priestess, who had been hanging helplessly.

His hand movements were so fast that he couldn’t even react.

– Kwajik

“… Cool.”

The beautiful Ja-an slowly descends and looks at my chest.

It is the heart that is lured by the bizarre, crooked-looking sword.

I didn’t feel any pain, and bloody blood started coming up my throat.

“…Lomme…”

Emily swallows the blood that continues to rise, then raises her divine power and throws flames at the devil.

However, the demon dressed in pure white priestly robes, like a clown playing tricks, avoiding the holy flames, playfully tossing the magic sword in his hand at her.

– Kwajik

A magical sword that pierces the left chest with a pierced heart. And then, a mysterious energy spreads from the crooked ugly blade, and it can’t penetrate Emily’s chest, and it completely rips it apart.

At that moment, perhaps because of exhaustion, a white flame began to fade from the woman’s hand with silver hair.

A priestess who watched Emily slowly dying.

No, the devil opens his dark eyes and giggles and mocks the priest.

“Hey, I killed him again! I killed you again!”

After all, stabbing stupid priests is the most fun.

The white priest’s uniform goes down, and the ugly-looking girl with black veins protruding here and there is laughing like crazy with her mouth torn.

Emily barely looked at her like that, and then slowly fell to the floor.

The cold stone floor and the stinky stinky essence flow from all over the alleyways.

Now he seemed to know.

This black essence is not garbage, but the body of a demon.

The whole alleyway was in the devil’s mouth.

‘Priest Emily, you are the only priest, so keep in mind that fighting like a heretic inquisitor is not so good for your body.’

One day, after seeing him fighting, he hears the voice of Brookin, who gives advice as if passing by.

Feeling the creepy touch of a demon crawling into her own body, Emily exhaled her last breath.

The torn heart seemed to stop beating.