Witchbound Villain: Infinite Loop
245 – This is Just the Beginning

“Dare! Dare! Dare! Dare!”

“Noooooo! I’m lazy! Let’s do a truth, please!”

Thus began yet another chaotic round of "Why Are We Like This?" featuring Aroche, Yvolt, Galahad, and Bella—the unfortunate victims of an especially cursed game of UNO. Having finished their cards last, they were now at the mercy of their own questionable decision-making.

“Alright, truth it is.”

“What truth do you guys want to know?”

A brief moment of silence followed as they all pondered this very important philosophical question.

And then Bella, in her infinite wisdom, turned to Isaiah. “Lord Isaiah, do you have a question for us?”

Isaiah, who had clearly been waiting for this opportunity, folded his arms and gave them a slow, considering nod. The kind that meant whatever was coming next was about to be dangerous.

"What be the most grievous deed thou hast wrought, yet taketh pride in?"

Well, essentially, he asked ‘What is the worst thing you’ve done that you’re proud of?’

Yvolt, glowing with self-satisfaction, was the first to break the silence.

“Hey, this question isn’t bad. I put a love potion in Tan’s orange juice.”

Cue: Tristan absolutely choking on his current orange juice.

The entire group erupted into amused cackles and scandalized gasps.

“After all, that’s all I could do so I wouldn’t have to marry his uncl—”

“YVE! Ssssssshhhh!”

Tristan, looking approximately one second away from cardiac arrest, desperately tried to silence her. Yvolt, however, remained undeterred—because of course she did. The empty glass of alcohol in her hand said all that needed to be said.

“But instead of falling in love, we got switched randomly instead! Even when we showere—”

“YVE!”

“BWHAHAHHAH!”

“KEK—”

“PFFFF—”

Pure, unfiltered chaos. Exactly what Isaiah had signed up for.

Then Bella, ever composed, took center stage.

"Okay, my turn," she said, clearing her throat. "I hunt rapists for fun and torture them."

Silence.

The kind of silence where you could hear the moral dilemmas and disgusts forming in people’s brains.

“Oh my God—”

“What?”

“Wait… Miss Bella…”

“Hehehe…” Bella giggled, entirely unbothered. “What about you, Sir Galahad?”

Galahad sighed deeply, as though already regretting his life choices. “I… have had a crush on my master’s woman for a very long time.”

The immediate reactions were; Aroche massaging his temples like he had a migraine from hell, and Landevale, now hiding her face behind both hands.

“Awwww, so you’re together now?” Bella teased.

“Ye—I don’t know.” Galahad adjusted his answer the moment he noticed Aroche’s lethal glare. “She has a strict brother with high standards.”

Aroche did not blink.

“Alright, my turn,” Aroche hummed, acting as though this entire conversation had not already shaved years off his lifespan. "I think the worst thing I did was begging for Burn to just kill me instead of saving me. No, actually, I’m not proud of that."

But before anyone could process that, a slow, unimpressed voice interrupted, “No, the worst thing you did was returning my leather armor unwashed, even though it was drenched in horse piss and manure.”

Every head turned in sync.

There he was. Emperor Burn. Arms crossed. Face blank. Staring at Aroche like he had just personally offended all of Soulnaught.

And beside him was Her Holiness. Who was, in contrast, the very picture of serenity, as though she hadn’t just heard the most deranged round of confessions known to man.

"Hey, you pissed on my leather armor after that! We’re even!" Aroche shot back, undeterred by the Emperor’s judgmental stare.

Burn, of course, did not dignify this with a response—because acknowledging it would mean admitting it happened.

But Aroche, ever the opportunist, wasn’t about to let that slide. His gaze shifted to Morgan, the enchantingly beautiful woman standing beside his best friend. The one person in this world who could laugh in Burn’s face and live to tell the tale.

“You’re just saying this to explain why you pissed on my leather armor to your wife, right?”

Morgan—Her Holiness, the embodiment of grace and divinity—was visibly shaking with the effort of holding back her laughter. Her shoulders trembled. Her hands subtly covered her mouth, but the damage was already done.

Then, in between poorly suppressed snickers, she finally gave up. “Don’t… worry… pfff… I’m good with the two of you pissing on each other’s garments.”

The grip that landed on Aroche’s head could have crushed a lesser man’s skull like a rotten fruit.

Burn’s fingers curled around his crown with all the gentleness of an executioner tightening the noose. His expression? Pure, seething, world-ending fire. No words were needed—his eyes alone screamed, "You’ve crossed the bro-code."

Aroche, being the absolute menace he was, only grinned smugly. He had hit a raw nerve, and oh, how satisfying that was.

Meanwhile, Galahad—a man who knew better than to stand between a man and his impending murder—swiftly stood up and gestured to his seat with the flourish of a devoted servant.

"Sir, please sit here. Please destroy His Grace. Please avenge us."

In the background, Yvolt had officially checked out of the conversation, her coherence slipping as she let out one last hiccup before slumping unconscious.

Tristan sighed and took the cue to leave.

"Ah, in case any of you want to dare yourselves with the love potion, I’ll leave four dosages here," he announced, like a perfectly responsible mad scientist leaving behind experimental samples.

"Don’t worry, they’re totally safe. As you know, we use them for our tag-team combo. They’ll make you switch positions when your heartbeat syncs."

With that, he hauled Yvolt over his shoulder and made his exit, leaving Burn and Morgan with plenty of space—not for peace, but for carnage.

Morgan turned to Tashr, the Elven Queen, who had a soft flush on her cheeks and a relaxed, almost dreamy smile. Suspicious.

"Tasha, art thou in thy cups?" she asked, raising a brow.

Tashr chuckled, completely unbothered. "But a touch, Thy Holiness. 'T hath been an age since mine heart felt so light."

Morgan grinned. "'Tis well." Because really, a tipsy elven queen was the least of their concerns tonight.

Meanwhile, Bella, finally finished shuffling and dealing the cards, remembered something, "Oh, Father wanted to talk to you guys about something."

At the mention of Father, everyone briefly paused. All eyes turned to Vlad, who was leisurely reading scriptures beside Percival, who was currently wasted beyond redemption.

Vlad barely glanced up before waving them off. "Later, later."

Bella just giggled. "Hehe, he wants us to have fun!" Because, clearly, fun was the priority here, not whatever ominous conversation Vlad had in mind.

Morgan, eyeing her cards, leaned closer to Burn and whispered, "How do you play?"

Burn took one look at the uniform-colored cards in her hand and let out a sigh, the kind of sigh one reserves for cursed individuals who should never gamble in their lifetime.

"I’ll teach you, Madam," he murmured, already mentally preparing for the disaster that was about to unfold.

"Galahad, you’re the loser from the last round. Quick, start first," Aroche ordered, flipping the starting card from the pile. Blue seven.

Galahad, who had changed seats between Aroche and Landevale, sighed and played a blue three. Landevale immediately tossed in a blue six—then, without hesitation, slammed down another blue six right after. Morgan frowned.

"Wait… you can do that?"

Burn leaned in and explained, "If you have twin cards like that, yes."

Morgan nodded in understanding, carefully committing the rule to memory.

Aroche immediately followed with another blue nine before Bella changed the color with a yellow nine, which Isaiah followed up with a yellow four.

Then Tashr, with an entirely too-pleased expression, dropped a yellow +2.

Burn grimaced.

"Draw two cards, Morgan."

Morgan blinked. "Huh?"

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After these filler chapters, there will be another war coming up. It'll be quite a heavy arc and I might need to take a long break from posting to prepare it.

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