Disgaea Killia Novels & Stories

♡Arielle’s Point of View♡ ~Three weeks later~ “I can’t believe it’s finally time for you to go.” I said to Liana as we stood in the garden. I smiled at her. It was a bittersweet smile. It had been three weeks since our battle with Killian, and the dust had settled. The issue had been reported to the counsel of the Elds, with Liana standing as our witness, and they had accepted that Killian was a terror to the world and so his death was justified.

she said. "I'm sorry, what the fuck is your name?" Argos interrupted. "Yadhira," she replied. "Right, Yadhria, this history lesson is fascinating, but unless you have something relevant to say..." Argo's words trailed as he pinched the brim of his nose. "Give me one compelling reason why I shouldn't kill you?" Argos responded. "Because if you kill us, Alassandra's parents, who should have been dead, will come for her and take back the power they gave her unknowingly!" Lillian responded.

For a brief moment, I wished I could go back to before it all started. *Ivy* I heard Camila's voice echoing faintly down the hall. She and Max were in the lounge, probably discussing Ana… or more like, the mess I created. Well, should I feel bad? Probably. Not really. Not fully. I killed her. That’s the truth. I ended her life with my own hands, and now people were mourning her, not knowing the devil was still walking free. “Gosh, that’s so awful,” Camila said, her voice tinged with shock. “Who could do such a thing?”

“See how that ends for you.” “Don’t need to try. Just need to do this.” He raised his hand. Closed it into a fist. Killian dropped again. Screaming. Purple flooding back into his eyes. “STOP IT!” I threw blood straight at the guy. He caught it. Crushed the silver in his fist like it was tissue paper. “Cute. But useless on me.” “What even are you?” Lila gripped her knives tighter. “You’re not normal.” “Nope. I’m what happens when Black Moon finishes perfecting the curse.” He smiled. “I’m the endgame version of your buddy over there. If he lives long enough. Which he won’t.”

* Expressionless, Killian snapped Dad's neck. Two elderly corpses lay on the expensive carpet, blood pooling around them. Killian stood between the bodies, gasping for air. His gaze shifted from confusion to shock, and finally to utter dead silence. He looked at his hands and suddenly let out a laugh that made my blood run cold: "Hahahaha..." "Is this love?" "Love is a weakness! Love is death!" "I don't need this! No one gets close to me ever again!" [Player Keal: Deceased.]

Fiona was the pack’s witch, Kallum had kept her to find Ayla and make sure she wasn't alive and after confirmation that she wasn't, Fiona had been under the pack's protection ever since. Lila's throat bobbed, knowing she couldn't compete with Fiona's expertise " I was only saying, your highness that since Killian is… “Killian is what he is because he is clinging to madness Lila" Kallum cut in “That girl was like the last piece in his perfect puzzle. The moment she died so did the last piece of his sanity" Kallum walked past her, and towards the bottle of liquor on the small table beside his council throne.

"Sheila, what?" "Sheila is the vessel, Killian."

Spade cut in, fueling Declan’s annoyance toward Lia. “Will you two stop it?” I hissed. “Let her finish, and then you can decide which one of you will kill her, dammit.” A ghost of a smile tipped Lia’s lips. I winked at her, urging her to continue. “Next chapter?” Declan demanded sarcastically. Lia composed herself and continued in a tense voice. “Kaya is already dead.” “Are you sure about this?” I asked. She nodded. “The guy who gave me this information was the one who killed Kaya. I didn’t exactly give him the luxury of lying to my face.”

inquired the former King with genuine curiosity. Based on their earlier conversation, it seemed that Killian was no longer pursuing the goal of weakening Yifa as he had initially intended. Instead, it appeared that he was making Yifa 's life easier rather than harder. Killian expressed his uncertainty about his change in attitude, admitting that he was once determined to inflict suffering on Yifa , taking inspiration from his desire for freedom. However, something had shifted within him, and he was no longer resolute in his determination to make her suffer. He found himself grappling with this newfound change, still searching for the reasons behind his shifting feelings.

Ariana spun toward Liora instinctively, fire flaring protectively as chains snapped and she caught her before she fell. When the smoke cleared, Serena was gone. The clearing was ruined—scorched earth, shattered stones, unconscious rogues scattered like debris. Ariana held Liora tightly, relief and exhaustion crashing over her in equal measure. Liora groaned weakly. “Please tell me you didn’t kill her.” Ariana let out a shaky breath. “No.” “Good,” Liora murmured. “That would’ve been too easy.” As warriors rushed in, Kael’s presence hit her—familiar, grounding, fierce. He reached her side in seconds, hands gentle as they examined her, her stomach, her injuries.