Becoming the Terminally-Ill Villain Who Torments His Disciples - Chapter 52.2
“Stop it.”
“…….”
“Your tricks no longer work on me.”
Even in the real Cielo’s memories, Sol never used physical force. Whenever he tormented someone, it was always through words—psychological violence that shattered his target’s mind.
And once broken, they would follow his words with blind obedience, as if disobeying him might cost them their life.
Cielo firmly slapped away the arm Sol had placed on his shoulder. Then, rising slowly from the sofa, he looked down at the floor beneath the chair.
In Cielo’s memories, this place had once been marked with a magic circle drawn in blood. And faint as it was, the traces still remained.
“Is the reason I have to die because I’m a sacrifice?”
“……”
“If I’m sacrificed, something else must happen, right?”
Sol said nothing, simply stared daggers at Cielo.
Letting out a short breath, Cielo shook his head and continued.
“No matter what you’re plotting, I’m not going to die according to your plans.”
I need to get out of here.
Now that he knew the Esteban twins had intended to summon a demon using his body as a sacrifice, he had to find a way to stop them before anyone else got hurt.
Is there even a way for someone who’s already been offered as a sacrifice to escape the contract?
Maybe he could find a clue in the library. Or he could ask Ryan—he was well-versed in matters related to monsters.
“Says who?”
“……?”
“You’re just as disrespectful as ever, Cielo.”
Sol muttered as he stormed forward and grabbed a fistful of Cielo’s hair.
Thud!
With a violent pull, Cielo’s limp body was flung backward and crashed to the ground.
As his shoulder slammed hard against the floor and he curled in pain, Sol climbed on top of him and started choking him.
Sol—usually so composed—had finally lost control. It was clear he had never imagined Cielo would stand up to him like this. His grip was filled with resentment and fury.
“Khh… Kuhk…!”
Strangely, Sol loosened his grip just before Cielo could stop breathing, as if killing him this way wasn’t part of the plan.
“Answer me! Just say ‘I’ll do it’!”
Sol’s blue eyes trembled wildly.
Coughing and struggling for breath, Cielo finally met his gaze and said,
“No. I refuse.”
“Why?!”
Sol grabbed him by the collar and forced eye contact.
Every time they’d locked eyes in the past, Cielo’s gaze would waver ever so slightly. But now, there was no trembling. Instead, his eyes were full of resolve and defiance, as if daring Sol to go ahead and try.
Sol gave a bitter laugh.
“…I should’ve killed that bastard Pascius first.”
“……”
“Or maybe I should’ve cut off that mutt Doberman’s head.”
At Sol’s words, Cielo let out a soft scoff.
“You’re right.”
“……”
“If you had done that, I might have wavered here.”
But it was too late now. Once he realized he wasn’t alone, the past no longer felt like something to fear. It was something to overcome.
“Hah…”
Sol finally pulled his hands back and let out a hollow laugh. His expression was half-resigned, as if realizing his plan was falling apart because Cielo wouldn’t comply.
“What a shame. You were such a fun toy.”
Bastard.
Realizing the only reason for Sol’s rage was that Cielo refused to obey made his expression twist in disgust.
“Well, there’s no point in expecting the answer I wanted from you.”
“……”
“Too bad. Pielago was really looking forward to seeing if a real demon would be summoned.”
“A demon…?”
“Yeah. But it doesn’t matter anymore.”
Lowering his gaze, Sol reached out and gently stroked the cheek he had struck.
He pressed down on the swelling bruise and gave a carefree laugh.
“You’re going to die here anyway, Cielo.”
“……”
“You were the one who summoned a demon here, and I just happened to find out and kill you for it.”
Chuckling under his breath, Sol pinned Cielo down by the shoulders with his knee.
“What the hell are you doing…?!”
“What do you think?”
Sol drew a dagger from inside his coat.
“Toys that don’t listen need to be thrown away.”
The cold glint of the blade flashed.
And with it, a chill of terror.
This is it.
I’m really going to die.
“Goodbye, little brother.”
“If you’re ever in danger, call my name.”
At that moment, Ryan’s words echoed in his head.
“R-Ryan…”
“Still calling for that bastard even as you die? Tch. I’ll at least deliver your corpse to him.”
Sol bared his teeth in a grin and raised the blade high.
“Ryan!”
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