Into the Apocalypse: Saving My Favorite Villain-Chapter 97: Cassel’s Cruelty and Henry’s Anger

Cassel — POV

I don’t know what came over me.

I don’t know whether I had been possessed by a demon, or whether something—anything—had taken control of me.

All I know is that I was furious.

Furious at Rosalia’s behavior toward that man.

Furious at how easily she threw her life away every single time, as if life and death meant nothing to her.

Furious at how she never once considered my feelings as she kept risking herself without a second thought.

I was angry at the idea of losing her.

Angry at the thought of something happening to her.

Angry at the idea of her being hurt—or dying—for the sake of others.

If she was going to die anyway, then why not let it be by my hands?

Why shouldn’t she die because of me, instead of sacrificing herself to save others?

If death was going to take her no matter what, then why shouldn’t I be the one to kill her with these very hands?

If she died, then we would die together.

If we died together, we would be swallowed by eternal darkness—together.

That way, neither our souls nor our bodies would ever be separated.

Why not die in each other’s arms?

One single, insane thought.

That was all it took to open Pandora’s black box.

I couldn’t feel my body.

I couldn’t control it.

I couldn’t even think about controlling it—or about anything else. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

There were only two things on my mind.

Death.

And Rosalia.

Ah, Rosalia...

If you don’t care about death this much—if you’re truly ready for it—then why shouldn’t I grant your wish and let us die together?

With swift steps and eyes drowned in darkness, I lunged at Rosalia and sank my teeth into the back of her neck.

I felt her delicate, fragile body trembling violently beneath my hands and my fangs.

I felt the terror and panic pouring out of her.

I wanted to calm her.

I wanted to stroke her head.

But I couldn’t.

Because I wasn’t in control of my body.

It felt as though something else was controlling me.

Unable to stop myself, I suddenly tasted a scorching liquid flooding my throat.

Blood.

Rosalia’s crimson blood poured out in thick, heavy streams.

That bite was anything but harmless.

I could feel flesh tearing away, blood flowing faster and faster.

And yet—I couldn’t stop.

I couldn’t wake up from that intoxicating frenzy.

I wrapped both my arms and legs tightly around her body.

I wished I could swallow the girl in my arms whole, until we became one.

So that I would never fear for her again.

So that I would never lose myself thinking about her.

I wanted to consume her entirely.

Then—suddenly—I felt a violent blow crash against my head.

I heard Henry’s voice, cursing me.

Cassel.

Yes—that was my name.

"Let go of Rosalia, you bastard! She’s going to die—you’re strangling her!"

At Henry’s furious shouting and relentless blows, my sanity slowly began to return.

Only after I released my teeth from her fragile neck did I truly see her condition.

Her small, broken-looking body was drenched in blood—it looked as if a zombie had viciously mauled her.

At last, the fog lifted from my eyes, and with it disappeared the black shadows that had spread beneath me.

"Ro... Ros—"

My voice came out shattered, stunned, completely broken.

An icy chill seeped deep into my heart and soul when I saw Rosalia lose consciousness.

My God.

"What... what have I done?"

Still frozen in shock, I didn’t react even when Henry pulled Rosalia out of my arms.

Only then did I finally regain control of myself.

I chased after him and snatched Rosalia back with such force that I knocked him to the ground.

Before anyone could stop me, I rushed toward the vehicles—toward the little girl, Mi Mi, who possessed healing abilities.

"Mi! Come here—heal her!"

My voice was loud enough to shake mountains.

I laid Rosalia down on the ground beside the car.

Mi rushed out immediately, dropping to her knees beside Rosalia, placing her tiny hands on her forehead as she began to heal her wounds.

Mi and the other children had grown close to Rosalia.

She was the only adult who had treated them with genuine kindness—who loved them, played with them, and protected them.

All the children gathered around Rosalia, crying uncontrollably.

Even Mi’s hands trembled so badly she could barely keep them steady as she healed her.

She had seen blood before.

She had treated many people.

She had even failed to save some of them.

But she had never felt fear like this.

"Big sister... big sister will be okay. She has to be okay," she whispered, sobbing.

The children cried around her.

And I found myself standing there, facing emptiness, my mind overcrowded.

I thought about everything that had happened—as if all the worst things had occurred in the blink of an eye, without any warning or sign.

When I looked at Rosalia’s bloodied neck, I couldn’t help but turn my gaze away, overwhelmed by guilt and remorse.

A short while after Mi placed her hand on Rosalia’s forehead, the wound on her neck healed with a speed that was plainly visible to the naked eye.

I let out a soft sigh, especially after seeing Rosalia breathe as naturally as if she were merely asleep.

Mi confirmed it: "Sir, I believe Sister Rosalia is fine. Her neck wound wasn’t very serious."

"Ah, really? Good... The amount of blood covering her scared me. It’s a relief that Sister Rosalia is okay."

The aides cheered and spoke in unrestrained joy.

But I felt nothing but fear.

If I had used even slightly more power, Rosalia...

She would have surely died by my own hand.

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Henry arrived.

Without a single word, he raised his fist and punched me straight in the face.

"Have you lost your mind? If you want to go insane, then do it somewhere else! How dare you attack Rosalia?!"

"Henry, stop—stop!"

"Grab him!"

"Vice President, the President must have had a reason! Didn’t you see how strangely he was acting? Maybe a zombie affected his mind or something—stop fighting!"

"There was no zombie! Damn it, stop making excuses! This was all his fault!"

"If anything happens to Rosalia, I’ll kill you—do you hear me? I’ll kill you for real!"

Henry looked like a wild beast gone mad.

It took four men to pin him to the ground.

As for me—I was no better.

I was like a wounded monster, hollow and soulless.

Even now, I don’t know what possessed me that moment.

I still don’t understand what happened to me—or what drove me to act that way.