"So you're a player too..... I can't believe I fell in love with a bitch like you," Angelo muttered, covered in blood, lying on the grass.
"Don't be ashamed. I was just too good to be noticed," Noemia said, sitting casually on a nearby table.
"Oh, I don't think you can hear anymore," she whispered, undressing herself until she was left in her undergarments. She straddled Angelo's body, expression cold.
"I've always been a player. But I wanted to create a strong ability. You know the rules—stronger abilities need greater sacrifices and tighter restrictions. My plan would've never worked if you hadn't fallen for me." She gently placed her hand on his chest.
"I was too weak to fight strong players head-on. If I had, I would've been crushed. So I aimed for something different. I needed to sacrifice a city full of people to awaken my ability. But you all stood in my way. Until you fell for me... then everything changed. I was planning it all from the beginning. How to use you. And you.....you were the perfect fool. After I teased you, you started plotting against your own friends. Then you told me your story. Took me to your room. Everything was going according to plan. I even killed five guards just to craft those pins. And I knew...if I gave them to you, you'd pass them on."
Noemia rested her head on Angelo's chest.
He coughed blood, barely able to breathe.
"Thanks to those pins, I learned where Jose's family lived. I burned the whole village to the ground. I left Francisco's scarf there. I killed Beatriz. Used her family's blood to draw the circle around Porto. And you...you found her body, just like I planned. You even told Francisco. Thank you, Angelo. I'm truly grateful."
Suddenly, a rush of Pbv surged through the ground.
"What the hell is going on?! Why is the ground shaking?!" Francisco shouted.
"I don't know!" Jose replied, panic rising.
"Francisco...!" Jose screamed as a giant serpent burst from the ground, lunging straight for Francisco.
They both dodged at the last moment.
"No! Someone help! Please! Mom! MOM!" The whole of Porto echoed with screams as the snakes began devouring everyone.
Children lost their mothers. Mothers lost their children. Husbands lost their wives—and vice versa.
"Yes... this is it. Can you hear the melody, Angelo?" Noemia laughed maniacally, standing atop a building in nothing but her undergarments.
Then, silence.
The city was a wasteland, its streets flooded with blood. Severed limbs floated in streams of red.
"What happened?! What happened?!" Jose shouted, looking at Francisco.
"I don't know..." Francisco murmured, standing up, his body soaked in blood.
Then suddenly, with a chilling noise, dozens of eyes opened from the ground.
"What the hell is that?!" Jose and Francisco froze in fear.
From the pupils, something...no, many things.....began to crawl out. They slithered toward Noemia, climbing her legs.
A monstrous female demon emerged, cloaked in swirling black smoke. Her skin was ashen-gray, her eyes glowing like red embers. Bat-like wings spread from her back, long twisted horns curled from her scalp, and fangs dripped with venom. Her voice echoed like a hundred whispers in the dark.
"Haa.... haa... I guess I fucked up somewhere... but still, I enjoyed my stay," Noemia muttered with a grin as the creatures began pulling her into the eyes.
Slowly, the eyes closed... and vanished.
"What was that?" Jose gasped, sensing a faint Pbv coming from a nearby rooftop.
"Angelo...." he whispered.
Jose and Francisco reached the rooftop using their Pbv to boost their speed.
"Angelo! What happened?!" Francisco cried, cradling Angelo's head in his lap.
"R... R... Run..." Angelo gasped before falling still.
"Why now? What happened here?!" Jose stared out over the ruined city.
"What do we do now?" Francisco asked, getting to his feet.
"We should..." Jose stopped. He doubled over, vomiting blood.
"Ahhh... ahhh..." Francisco clutched his throat, then his chest, rubbing desperately at his skin. Blood leaked from his nose, eyes, and ears.
The sky turned pitch black. A thick, tar-like liquid began to pour from above.
Something started to emerge from it.
Jose and Francisco choked violently, unable to endure the intense Pbv emanating from the fluid.
"Haa... haa..... I love it..." Noemia whispered as she crawled out of the dark liquid. She was completely naked. Her hair flowed like silk, her eyes gleamed beautifully. The black liquid traced her curves like a brush painting a masterpiece.