CHAPTER 184: CHAPTER 183: THE SUCCUBUS QUEEN DESCENDS

Velvet skies rolled across the ruined horizon, still half smoking from the disaster, Feathers clung to broken spires, sugar-dusted ash drifted in the air like cursed snowflakes, and somewhere in the distance the academy bell tolled weakly before collapsing into rubble with a sad metallic clunk.

Rei staggered across the courtyard, dazed, frosting still crusted on his sleeve. "I... I just wanted an education. A normal semester. Some credits. Maybe a diploma. Was that too much to ask?"

The System’s cheery chime stabbed into his skull.

[System Reminder: You are the protagonist of ’My Yandere Wives.’ Normalcy is against policy.]

[System Update: Arc 4 – Final Mission Route Activated.]

[System Revelation: Main Objective → Marry the Demon Queen.]

Rei froze, then fell to his knees. "WHAT?! No, no, no, I’ve already been through three arcs of marriage death traps, and now you’re telling me the final boss wants—"

He didn’t get to finish because the sky ripped open. A cascade of violet silk and shadows poured downward, like someone had staged the world’s most seductive opera in the middle of a funeral. Each note of her arrival was choreographed—the scent of roses, the hush of wind, the faint sound of harp strings played by unseen hands.

And then she descended. The Demon Queen Lucivella. She was not marching, nor storming like the other yanderes always did—but floating down on a throne of black roses, her gown fluttering in endless silk layers that defied gravity. Her smile was soft, almost amused, her golden eyes gleaming with divine mischief.

And in her hands?

A stack of wedding invitations.

She flicked them outward with the elegance of a monarch distributing decrees. Each one shimmered as it flew, slicing through the air like enchanted cards in a magician’s trick, embedding themselves into walls, armor, and in one case, the forehead of a noble who promptly fainted.

"Greetings, beloved," Lucivella purred. Her voice slithered over the air like honey poured on glass. "I have come to collect you. As promised... my husband."

Rei clutched his hair. "I never promised anything!"

[System Notification: Historical Footnote → Actually, you did drunkenly mutter "sure whatever" during Arc 1 while sneezing.]

[Congratulations. You proposed by accident again.]

Rei screamed into his sleeves. "STOP LOGGING MY EMBARRASSMENTS!"

Around him, chaos detonated instantly.

—Nobles gasped, swooning as if struck by Cupid’s nuclear warhead.

—Servants cheered, some fainted, others shouted about finally having a Queen who "could organize proper festivals."

—And the other brides?

They froth literally froth.

Drakana’s scales flared crimson, steam hissing from her nostrils. "OVER MY DRAGON BODY!"

Seraphina’s staff ignited with holy flames. "How dare she bypass the royal registry of engagements!"

Velveria’s shadows surged like a tidal wave. "No one... NO ONE... calls him husband but me."

Lilia knelt, eyes glowing with fanatical light. "This is the ultimate heresy. I shall personally smite her with the authority of divine matrimony!"

Rosette didn’t even speak. She simply melted into the floor with enough knives to supply three assassins’ guilds.

And Rei?

He sobbed quietly. "Why me... I just wanted peace..."

Lucivella ignored them all. Floating closer, she reached out and brushed Rei’s cheek, her fingers cool and deceptively tender. "My, my. Look at you. So thin. So tired. Surrounded by jealous children. Don’t worry, husband. I’ll take care of you. I’ll retire them gently."

[System Alert: Warning → Final Boss Yandere Detected.]

[System Clarification: "Retire gently" in this context means "bury alive while humming lullabies."]

"SEE?!" Rei flailed at the air. "Even the System agrees this is bad!"

Lucivella leaned down, lips close enough to brush his ear. "But you’re mine now."

The crowd erupted. Each invitation exploded into pink smoke upon opening. Nobles and servants staggered about, coughing, only to find that the parchment inside had neat calligraphy:

"Rei Velverius – To be wed to Lucivella, Demon Queen Eternal. RSVP: Mandatory."

Below it, a side note: "Bridesmaids welcome. Survivors optional."

Drakana shredded hers with a single claw. "She DARES—"

Seraphina set hers aflame. "I’ll see her BURN—"

Velveria’s shadows devoured hers whole. "No paper shall record his fate but me."

Lilia actually tried to "exorcise" hers with holy light. It exploded into glitter and coated her face.

Rosette calmly folded hers into a paper knife. Meanwhile Rei sat rocking back and forth. "I’m not even legally old enough to drink in this world. How am I old enough to marry a Demon Queen?"

[Plot convenience, obviously.]

Lucivella waved a hand, summoning an elaborate chamber right in the ruins. Velvet couches appeared, a polished obsidian table glittered with candles, and mountains of pristine pillows lined the ground.

"Shall we... negotiate?" she said sweetly.

The brides hesitated. They smelled a trap. But none of them would back down in front of the others.

So they all sat. Lucivella gracefully poured tea. "We are civilized women. Let us resolve this like queens."

For one, brief, shining moment, Rei thought maybe—just maybe—things would calm down.

Then Drakana reached for a sugar cube. It detonated into confetti.

Velveria’s hand twitched. Her pillow slipped.

It struck Lilia in the face.

Lilia froze. "...You dare."

A holy aura exploded. She hurled a pillow back with the force of divine judgment.

It hit Seraphina. Seraphina shrieked. She retaliated with a blast that sent feather shrapnel flying.

Drakana roared, scooping up three pillows at once. She launched them like meteor strikes.

Rosette, of course, pulled out a pillow with knives sewn inside.

The "negotiations" collapsed instantly into a pillow war diplomacy session.

Pillows exploded into feathers. Cushions became projectiles of mass destruction. The ruins shook again as shockwaves from enchanted pillows cracked the ground.

Rei, buried beneath three cushions, cried out: "THIS IS NOT DIPLOMACY!"

[System Observation: Correction. This is diplomacy in your world. The pillow has simply replaced the sword.]

[System Note: Feather Casualties: 3,102.]

Lucivella didn’t even flinch. She sat serenely, sipping her tea, occasionally flicking a pillow into the air with such grace that it knocked out a rampaging wyvern overhead.

Every eye turned to her at once. Even amidst chaos, she radiated unshakable dominance.

"My, my," she said again. "You children are noisy."

The brides froze and Rei... Rei buried his head in his arms. "Why does every arc end in me screaming?"

[System Notification: Arc 4 – Opening Complete.]

[System Update: Main Mission Route Locked → "Marry the Demon Queen."]

[Side Quest Added: Survive Pillow Diplomacy.]

[Failure Penalty: Death by Feathers.]

Rei wailed as another pillow exploded beside his head, feathers sticking to his hair like a cursed halo.

And in the background, Lucivella’s serene, terrifying voice whispered, "Don’t be afraid, my husband. This is just the beginning."

The ruins of the negotiation chamber were buried under feathers so thick it looked like a snowstorm had swallowed the battlefield. The once dignified obsidian table was upside down, balancing precariously on three legs. A chandelier Lucivella had conjured for atmosphere dangled sideways, swaying like a drunk sailor.

Rei crawled out of the heap of cushions, coughing feathers. "I can’t breathe... I’m inhaling birds. I’m going to die from pillow lung."

[System Advisory: Cause of Death Projection – 78% chance of ’Death by Smothering Cuteness.’]

[System Humor Patch Enabled: Congratulations. You’ll become the first man in history to suffocate from excessive fluff.]

"THAT’S NOT A TITLE I WANT!" Rei coughed, pulling a feather from his mouth.

The brides were equally wrecked. Seraphina’s halo was buried under a feathery afro. Drakana’s horns were capped with pillows that made her look like a demented elk. Velveria’s entire dress was so full of stuffing she resembled a haunted beanbag. Lilia had glowing feathers orbiting her head like a deranged angel. Rosette? She was just calmly sharpening a feather into a dagger. Because of course she was.

And Lucivella?

She was pristine, perfect and not a feather dared touch her gown. She finished her tea, set her cup down, and gave Rei a look that said you belong to me, and they know it.

Rei whimpered.

"ENOUGH!" Drakana roared, ripping the pillows from her horns. "I challenge the Demon Queen to single combat for Rei’s hand!"

"Denied," Lucivella said gently, brushing imaginary dust from her gown. "You’re not worth my time."

Seraphina slammed her staff down. "Then a duel sanctioned by the Church!"

"Declined. Your gods answer to me," Lucivella replied with a smile.

Velveria hissed, shadows curling around her like venom. "Then I’ll slit your throat while you sleep."

Lucivella chuckled. "Adorable. You’ll try."

Lilia pressed a glowing hand to her chest. "I invoke the Right of Sacred Fiancées—"

"Overruled."

Even Rosette paused mid-knife polish. "...You scare me."

Rei threw his hands up. "Finally, someone admits it!"

[System Confirmation: Correct. Lucivella is, in fact, the scariest.]

[System Analysis: If this were an RPG, she would be the optional superboss you can never beat without selling your soul. Oh wait—that’s exactly what you’re supposed to do.]

"STOP HELPING!" Rei barked at the sky.

With a sigh, Lucivella extended her hand. "Enough games. Come, husband. These squabbles bore me."

Every other bride screamed simultaneously: "HE’S NOT YOUR HUSBAND!"

The ruins quaked. Feathers scattered. Rei curled into a fetal position.

Lucivella’s golden eyes softened. "You poor thing. So fragile and hunted. Don’t worry... I’ll protect you. From them, From everything."

[System Alarm: Caution – Protection Level = ’Golden Cage.’ Estimated Freedom Remaining: 0%.]

Rei’s scream echoed into the heavens. "WHY DOES EVERY ARC GET WORSE?!"

Lucivella only smiled, plucking a stray feather from his hair like she was already adjusting her groom’s attire.

"This, my beloved," she whispered, "is merely the prologue of our eternity."

And with that, the curtain of Arc 4 truly fell—into darkness, feathers, and Rei’s despairing sobs.

To be continued...