Villain Ch 1890. You Belong in The Trash
A parasite pretending to be love.
The landlord roared—and lunged.
Claws met steel.
Sparks exploded between them.
Allen grunted, caught the swing on the flat of his blade, but the force pushed him back a step. Just a step.
He planted his feet and shoved back, then retaliated with a slash so fast it left a trail of heat in the air.
The landlord dodged—but not fast enough.
His side opened. Black ichor poured out.
"You don't belong in a church," Allen muttered. "You belong in the trash."
"You have no idea what she is," the landlord hissed. "That girl… she asked for this!"
He glanced toward her. She was crying. Shielded. Shaking.
But Jane looked up. Her voice was calm, deadly. "He's twisting it. Probably a desperation wish. She was scared."
"She lit the candle!" the landlord screamed. "She bled on the floor! She wanted to escape!"
"She didn't want you," Allen said.
