Becoming the Terminally-Ill Villain Who Torments His Disciples - Chapter 89.1
Cielo stared blankly ahead.
It felt as if all the sounds in the world had suddenly vanished, leaving only a dull emptiness.
Blink.
With a single blink, all the cruel and grotesque sights that had filled his vision just moments ago disappeared in an instant.
Blink.
He blinked again.
Chirrrp—chirrrp—
A loud cicada cry, one he had never heard since becoming possessed, rang through the air.
Snapping out of it at the sound, Cielo slowly looked around. The biting cold that had numbed his skin just a moment ago was gone. In its place was a humid air that made sweat trickle down his cheek.
But that wasn’t what mattered.
The scene now unfolding before Cielo’s eyes was something he hadn’t seen in years… a place that now felt like a memory from a distant past.
“Where is this…?”
A corner of a subway station without screen doors. Nearby stood a rusted trash can, and despite the heat, there was not a single air conditioner in sight. The air was thick and stuffy.
He had clearly been in the Esteban estate just moments ago.
“They told me to kill Typhon, so why am I here…?”
“No, that’s not it.”
The muttered words were answered by a voice above his head. Startled, Cielo flinched and turned around. A demon stood in front of him, casually wagging a finger side to side.
“Not Typhon. You’re supposed to kill your real father.”
“…”
“Not the father of that shell you’re inhabiting, but the real father from your memories.”
At those words, Cielo’s face twisted.
“My father is already…!”
“Already?”
The demon interrupted and pointed somewhere. Cielo looked in that direction—and was left speechless.
Standing there was a boy named Lee Eunwoo, no older than seven.
He was smiling brightly, holding his father’s large hand. And beside them stood his neatly dressed mother, her expression glowing with happiness.
“To me, he still looks very much alive,” the demon whispered.
With a snap of his fingers, a sharp sword landed in Cielo’s arms. It was the same sword Damon had given him.
“Now, go kill him. You said you could, didn’t you?”
As the demon murmured softly, Cielo’s hand trembled.
A cheerful family, chatting and laughing while waiting for the train.
It was one of the few happy memories from his time as Lee Eunwoo. A glimpse of ordinary life before his father died.
But now—
Clenching his jaw, Cielo turned to the demon.
“The one who made a contract with you is Cielo, not Lee Eunwoo. So why…!”
“Well, that’s your fault. If you were going to gamble with a demon, you should’ve been more thorough with the terms.
You didn’t really think I’d do something for your benefit without asking for anything in return, did you?
You already gave me Cielo’s soul and body. Why would I bother gambling over what’s already mine?”
Only then did Cielo understand.
Why the demon had mentioned Oscar and Ryan just to lure him into a wager.
It was all to seize the soul of Lee Eunwoo, which still resided within Cielo’s body.
Only then could the demon take all of Cielo as a sacrifice and return to the demon realm.
“There. That explains everything, doesn’t it?”
The demon smiled, grabbed Cielo by the shoulders, and turned him around.
As if telling him not to look away, he gestured toward the tallest of the three figures.
“When you think about it, it’s cruel, isn’t it?
Your happy home fell apart after your father’s death.
Your mother drowned in alcohol and abused you.
And yet, she used to smile so kindly, didn’t she?”
The demon’s voice, as if he knew every part of Cielo’s past, touched wounds buried deep in his heart.
“You must have asked yourself that countless times.
‘I didn’t do anything wrong. So why do I have to suffer like this?’”
And the moment those words ended—
Cielo suddenly felt the weight of the sword in his hands, a weight that hadn’t registered until now.
“But now, you’ll finally have your answer.”
“…”
“You’ve suffered so much…
Because you’re the one who killed your own father.”
Thud.
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