Catgirls And Dungeons (Yuri)-Chapter 146: Pain

But then—

It suddenly hits me like a god damn truck.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!"

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!!!"

I scream.

I yell so loud my own voice echoes inside my head, bouncing against the edges of my skull.

Because…

Fuck.

FUCK!

It hurts.

It hurts so goddamn bad!!!

The pain shoots up my arm like lightning, searing through every nerve as if it's hunting for my very soul—just to burn it alive.

It's unbearable.

It's like dragging your most sensitive nerve across a rusted cheese grater, then plunging it into salt and holy fire.

Holy gods…

It stings.

It aches.

It tears.

It shreds.

It hurts so excruciatingly much, I want to rip my arm off, crawl into a hole, and die ten times over just to escape it.

No— I probably did die.

And then resurrected.

And then died again, over and over and over.

But then—

Alter… she doesn't flinch.

She doesn't wince.

She doesn't even blink!

She just stands there, completely still, gazing at her bleeding thumb as if it's no more than a scratch from a thorn bush.

"A-aa… how…?" I gasp between shallow, shaking breaths. "You cut our finger… and yet… how can you just stand there? You're not feeling anything?!"

But Alter doesn't answer, she just closes her eyes…

Silently, tears begin to fall again, slipping down her cheeks in slow, unspoken grief.

And then, when she opens her eyes again, she looks at Morvena.

And in that moment… I understand.

"What?' I mutter… "Are you serious?"

And suddenly, I don't feel any pain anymore

It's not gone, not truly—but it feels distant now. Drowned beneath something far heavier.

Because if just that tiny, shallow cut could nearly destroy me….

Then what about her?

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What about Morvena?

She wasn't just cut.

She was pierced alive!

Six times.

Six of these divine swords driven clean through her body, each one probably a million times worse than what I just felt!

And she's been like this…

Not for a day.

Not for a year.

But for centuries…

Hanging there in silence, alone in the dark.

Alive… and enduring all of it.

Gods.

I can't even imagine that pain.

….

And now… we have to do it again?

We have to drive those swords back into Morvena's chest?

Not just once, but three times.

Three more blades into the woman Alter loves more than anything in this world.

And for what? To seal her away again?

To leave her like this… suffering a pain worse than death… alone in this prison that reeks of death and corruption?

Gods know how long this will last.

Could be years.

Could be forever.

Morvena could stay like this for all eternity.

Chained, bleeding, silently enduring a torment beyond hell.

"Alter…" I whisper, barely able to speak her name.

But I already know.

There's no other way.

We have to seal her again. That's the only way to stop the world from its destruction, the only way to prevent the darkness from spilling out and consuming everything.

Morvena must be sacrificed.

For everyone else's sake.

Fuck.

The thought of this makes me want to throw up.

And I'm sure… Alter must be feeling the same as me.

No, must more, a million times more, as Morvena is the one she loves more than anyone else. She's her everything. She's her light, her love, her reason to keep fighting.

Gods…

How cruel can this world be?

Silently, I curse the darkness, I curse the light.

I curse fate.

I curse everything.

But then—

Clang.

The sudden noise startles me.

All three sealing swords clatter to the ground.

"Eh…?"

What?

What just happened?

"Alter???"

I'm so confused right now.

But she doesn't respond at first.

Instead, she just laughs. A low, bitter sound that builds from deep in her throat. It echoes through the chamber, sharp and painful, shaking the silence like a crack in the world.

A laugh filled with grief.

With rage.

With madness.

"Hey… you know what?" she says, her voice trembling. "Maybe I was wrong."

She takes a breath. A long, broken breath.

"Because of me… because of my own selfishness… she ended up like this. And now I was just going to do it to her again…"

She trails off.

And then—before I can react—she reaches for Sheol, the divine sword of darkness.

Her grip tightens around the hilt.

She lifts it, slowly, raising the greatsword high above her head.

The blade begins to glow.

A low hum vibrates through the air, deep and dangerous. The energy swirling around it grows thicker, heavier, pulsing with pure annihilation.

And in that instant—

I know.

I know exactly what she's about to do.

"No! WAIT!" I scream, trying to stop her. "PLEASE! YOU CAN'T DO THIS!"

But she's already swinging.

The blade arcs down with terrifying force, straight toward Morvena's neck.